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Astonishing, one of the 24 gas, symbolizes the arrival of spring, the recovery of all things, intended for the various insects from hibernation wake up.

Three days had passed. During these three days, Wan Xia had imbued immortal spirit energy into Lan Feng's body more than once. The amount of energy required to fuse two types of soul memories was unimaginably large. If Lan Feng's memories could be said to be a drop of water, then the memories of the Qing Hua who had lived for countless of years, were actually a vast and boundless ocean.

"Pfft!"

A large mouthful of blood sprayed out from five meters away, Lan Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The first person to enter his vision was Wan Xia, who had an extremely urgent look on her face. Lan Feng's expression immediately changed as he laughed bitterly: "Wan Xia, Xue Yun has been captured, I am incompetent!"

"Lan Feng!" MerLin shouted and rushed forward.

Lan Feng suddenly turned, looked at her, and immediately went up to welcome her: "MerLin, what's wrong? Are you okay? "

Before MerLin could react, Lan Feng's expression immediately changed and he pushed MerLin away. An extremely pained expression appeared on his face as he covered his head and screamed, "MerLin! Who am I? "Who am I!?"

"I am Lan Feng, Lan Feng Mochel, a citizen of the Empire of Sarn."

"NO!" This sovereign Qing Hua, True Lord Qing Hua, Lord of the Zi Qing's Saint Realm, supreme expert of the Immortal World! "No, no, no, I am … I am …"

"Lan Feng, my name is Lan Feng, that's right! I love MerLin! "

"No way! I love the snow cloud, she is the only woman I love deeply, no one can stop it! "Quadruple Emperor, for all True Monarchs, Star Lords, gods, buddhas and buddhas!"

Too much memory, too much conflict of character, too much conflict of love, everything is out of place. Not to mention him, even if there were people who were thousands of times stronger than him, with two contradictory memories, they wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Everyone was shocked by his actions.

After an unknown period of time, he slowly calmed down. Raising his head, everyone was surprised to find that his eyes had turned blood-red.

"Who am I? Who am I? "Who am I?"

With a crazed roar, he dashed out of the hall at a terrifying speed, leaving behind a trail of air, and disappeared from the prince's mansion.

Wan Xia looked at everyone present coldly, sighed deeply and chased after Lan Feng, leaving behind a group of stupefied people. MerLin who was crying loudly, Longth who had a painful expression, Xin Le and the others, the helpless Shawk, as well as the despairing His Majesty Marder …

When the hundreds of dragons quietly left with their deep shock and fear in their hearts, when the officials of the imperial court, who were filled with fear, left, when the His Majesty Marder and Prince Longth were in front of this helpless wedding, and when everyone was injured, Lan Feng, who had already lost his rationality and ability to think, flew out of the Kilo City without a goal in mind, and disappeared without a trace.

Only Wan Xia followed closely behind. Her heart was filled with sadness, all the memories from the past days had helped her master recover her memories. Was this right or wrong?

Since she was young, her abandoned baby had been adopted by her master and raised by her senior sister. Her master and senior sister were her benefactors and her only family. For the sake of Senior Sister becoming the enemy of the entire Immortal World, this relationship had moved the heavens and earth. She definitely didn't want to see her Master together with other women.

She was regretting that she did not kill MerLin that year due to just thinking of her kindness. Otherwise, how could such a difficult situation have happened?

If he had allowed his Master to recover her memories on her own, there would be a long period of buffer between them. With Lan Feng's current situation, even Wan Xia did not know how far she would progress. How could she possibly control the memories of the strongest cultivators in the Snow Song Realm?

It was as if a sun had been set in his spiritual sea, causing his entire body to boil. He could be Lan Feng, could be Qing Hua, or could be two people at any moment. His brain felt like it had been bombarded by a nuclear bomb. The two memories were clashing fiercely. He could no longer control anything and could only do whatever he wanted.

His head was in pain, he was flying with his life on the line. Even though the immortal spirit energy in his body was rapidly depleting, he had no idea what was going on. Even if it was Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild in front of him, with his disorderly thinking, his Spiritual Sense, which had been completely fooled, would not hesitate to rush in as well.

It could be said that he didn't even have the ability to think right now. All his actions were instinctual to his subconscious. Flying quickly might make him feel better, and it was only a way to vent his feelings.

From the Kilo City to the north, the weather was getting colder and colder. When all the immortal spirit energy in his body was used up, Lan Feng had already appeared in the extreme northern desert.

This was a place that was rarely seen. To ordinary people, this was a forbidden area for life. Dozens of degrees Celsius below zero was enough to kill them. Everywhere was a vast expanse of white, with glaciers that had accumulated for millions of years covering every place. While on the other hand, Lan Feng, who had exhausted all of his immortal energy, lay on the snowy plain and howled while holding his head.

Standing at the side, Wan Xia's tears fell like a pearl that had its string cut. In the eyes of those mortals, she was a lofty divine spirit, but in the face of Lan Feng, or perhaps in the eyes of Master Qing Hua, she was only a father who viewed herself as a daughter. In her heart, she had long since treated Master Qing Hua as her own father. He was her god, her everything!

She was crying sorrowfully. She was a terrifying existence that frightened the gods and made the dragons retreat. At this moment, she was actually crying like a helpless little girl. She couldn't help him, she could only watch him suffer, and she couldn't help it.

Without any rest or rest, without any end in sight, these two boiling memories and personality were repelling and attacking at each other. Even if his body was already exhausted, Lan Feng still did not have a chance to sleep for even a minute. The vast and long memory of Master Qing Hua, that was like the sea of stars, continued to echo in his mind.

Every time Master Qing Hua's memories exploded, they would bring about an extreme amount of pain. But every time one's memories appeared, they would be slowly absorbed and turned into a part of one's own memories.

However, Master Qing Hua's ten million years of memories were starting to spread one by one, the process took too long, and it was precisely because of this that Guan Feng would have to endure a terrifying amount of time. All of these memories were just memories that he had digested. Even though their memories were completely fused, a conflict still existed between them. The him of the future would be a combination of two different memories. No one could guess what kind of character he would turn into.

In the extreme north of the desert, in the snow and ice, Lan Feng was suffering from an unprecedented amount of mental torment. However, he didn't dare to instill too much energy in him. He was deeply afraid that if he had the strength, he would go crazy and fly around everywhere.

The cold wind mixed with the mournful wails that fluttered about in the icy cold world, adding a sense of desolation and coldness.

Time slowly flowed on. As time passed, a disaster had finally started to erupt.

Nineteen months later, the passage to the second realm of the Gods and Demons of the Source Continent opened.

The strategic nuclear weapons that came from the Mainland China and they had been well-prepared since a long time ago started to bombard the demonic world's passageway with their craziest bombs. Thousands of strategic nuclear bombs of ten million tons caused great damage to the Demon Legion while the other side wasn't on guard.

Without the protection of magic, even a Infernal King would be blown to smithereens. The intermediate Infernal King would also suffer a certain degree of damage. As for those lowest level Demon Envoys, they were like rice grains under a sickle; they had all lost their lives in the nuclear war.

This kind of bombardment continued for a day. During this day, the Middle Earth's nuclear arsenal was exhausted by 90%, and the Demon World also suffered a huge blow.

Afterwards, the Demon God's Second Army emerged from the high latitude space. Although they had gone through the bombardment of nuclear weapons, they had not lost any of their elites. They were evenly matched. The pitiful Source Continent became the battlefield for this war. It had been destroyed in an unprecedented way and countless innocent civilians were affected by it.

Originally, this war should not have ended here, but after Lan Feng left, the Dragon Clan never showed themselves again. After Lan Feng flew away from the prince's mansion like a madman, on the second day, Shawk brought all of the experts of the Tianxing Mercenary Group and disappeared, leaving behind only a single sentence. Without Lan Feng, the Tianxing Mercenary Group had already lost the qualifications to participate in the fight against the gods and devils.

And just like that, the absolute advantage that the Dragon Clan, Tianxing Mercenary Group and the other powerful individuals had left, was left with only the Empire of Sarn and God Realm, who didn't even have many Blue Stage Expert s working together to fight. Tens of millions of warriors had left their homes and joined in the war of gods and devils. However, facing the extremely powerful Demon Kings, they could only humbly become cannon fodder. Perhaps they had only exchanged for the life of a Demon Envoy with a disproportionate number of casualties.

This kind of price was too big, so big that His Majesty Marder couldn't bear it.

The war had developed in a white-hot direction. Countless gods and devils had perished on the battlefield, but what did their casualties amount to compared to the lives of humans?

Mainland Calendar. May 26, 2938.

After half a year of war, the Empire of Sarn was in a precarious situation. However, he tragically discovered that he was no longer able to recruit a single soldier.

June 3rd, 2938.

Both sides had exhausted all their energy. Under the baptism of the demonic god's power, the layers of the Source Continent were overwhelmed, the rivers changed their path, the mountains collapsed, and the earth fire rose. It was like hell on earth. Ninety-nine percent of the Mainland China's army were dead, with less than 500 thousand remaining, and the Empire of Sarn was on the verge of destruction.

People, people in despair, began to call out that name in their hearts, calling out for him to come, calling out for another miracle to happen, allowing the Empire of Sarn to come back to life.

However, would this miracle happen?