"How could this happen?"
Ye Wuque's heart was filled with ups and downs!
He clearly remembered that before opening the Tomb of Yong Ye Tian, ​​when he took out the nine supreme divine texts to temporarily restore his sanity to his old nerves, he had mentioned the truth about "The Desolate God's Sorrow".
But at that time, according to the old nerve, although the gods of Tianhuang died in the Tomb of Yongye, it was not his fault. Everything followed the choices and will of the gods of Tianhuang.
But now, from this drop of mutated black blood mixed with many divine bloods, Ye Wuque seemed to see a different situation?
In the pool, the curses and resentments that the gods cast against the old nerve before they died could not possibly be false!
This is the remnant of God's will, representing the most authentic memory remnant.
so……
Did the old man lie?
Or because...
"The memories that the old nerve agreed to be chopped off and the things that were forgotten refer to...the God of Slaughter?"
Ye Wuque's eyes kept flickering.
At the beginning, he asked Lao Ning. He knew clearly that the last time he opened the Tomb of Eternal Night was a mistake and that only the Yin side could be entered, but Lao Ning still forced it to open. Is there any purpose?
The old nerve couldn't answer, but the memory that had been chopped off was painfully triggered.
So!
There must be some crucial connection between the God of Slaughter and the last time he forcibly opened the Tomb of Eternal Night!!
And...Shen Nanzhi!
The old nerve mentioned that the god of Shen Nanzhi’s ancestor, who was born in the original Tianzong lineage, is the most special!
Something went wrong.
Must die.
But Shen Nanzhi, who had the bloodline of that god and should have been killed and wiped out, not only did not kill Shen Nanzhi, but instead injected the chaotic years into her, allowing her to travel through time and go to the past.
Shen Nanzhi must also enter the Tomb of Yongye Heaven!
This approach is almost illogical and makes the old neurotic's behavior seem self-contradictory.
Moreover, is the god of the original Tianzong in the past also in a small pool of black blood?
Is it also among the residual memories mixed with the blood of at least dozens of gods?
Died in this ancient pool?
Ye Wuque felt foggy.
But now, he can be sure of one thing...
There must be some kind of problem with the old nerve!
It's by no means as simple as he said.
His purpose, his cause and effect, and his authority to control half of the Eternal Night Tomb will make the entire situation extremely terrifying.
The key is……
The strength of old nerves!
If he really killed so many gods, how terrifying would his power be?
The horror is unimaginable!
And what is his fundamental purpose in killing the gods?
"The memory that was chopped off..."
"Shen Nanzhi..."
Ye Wuque murmured to himself.
However, he never ignored another terrifying and damn source in the Evernight Tomb...
Ominous!
Old nerves and ominous...
This terrible thought flashed across Ye Wuque's mind.
However, he immediately rejected it.
"The evidence is still too little."
"Besides, Brother Xiaosha is here."
"The old nerve calls Brother Xiaosha the remaining hope..."
"Calling me karma-ridden, there is "its" karma!"
"This, if it is Brother Xiaosha..."
Ye Wuque had all kinds of thoughts.
Nine supreme divine inscriptions appeared in the ancient bronze mirror, and Lao Ning could just identify them!
The nine supreme divine texts happen to be the other half of the permissions opened by the Tomb of Everlasting Night!
Could all this be a coincidence?
"Are you OK?"
Suddenly, a distant voice came, with a deep voice and a hint of strong vigilance, interrupting Ye Wuque's thoughts.
Hua Tiankuang spoke.
She looked at Ye Wuque from a distance and felt extremely fearful when she saw Ye Wuque motionless and trembling all over.
Has this mysterious guy been mutated?
Taken over by blood?
With a flick of the brush, Ye Wuque opened his eyes again.
The power of his soul world broke away from the dark divine blood suspended in the void and returned to me, and the feeling of splitting headache disappeared immediately.
Seeing that Ye Wuque seemed to have returned to normal, Hua Tiankuang did not take it lightly. Instead, he still looked at the black blood suspended in the void with vigilance and some doubts.
"Why does this mutated divine blood suddenly attack you?"
Hua Tiankuang's words made Ye Wuque's eyes move slightly.
yes!
Why?
And the most important thing!
Why did his black blood float inexplicably after he showed the "power of the three realms"?
Not only did he stop attacking, but he also seemed to become... docile?
When Ye Wuque thought of these two words, he felt even more incredible!
But most importantly!
Indeed, if he did not have the power of the three realms, the black blood would not have stopped suddenly, and he would have no chance to gain insight into those remaining memories.
Buzz!
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The suspended black blood suddenly bloomed with dark brilliance again!
Ye Wuque and Hua Tiankuang changed their colors almost at the same time.
Just when Ye Wuque was about to release the power of the three realms again, the brilliance on the black blood was extremely intense, but it itself slowly dripped towards the ground.
Tick ​​tock!
The dark and scorched ground, with black blood dripping into it, immediately seemed to turn into a boundless river of black blood!
The terrifying divine power boiled and invaded, just like the rain came after a long drought, it was completely absorbed.
To be continued...