Some people and some things will always be buried in the long river of history as the world goes by.
Time is ruthless, always making a name for yourself in the mainland, and creating a great reputation will eventually be forgotten by future generations with the rise of generations of outstanding people.
Shura's massacre in all directions shocked the whole continent. The blood-soaked demon became the nightmare of contemporary strong men. But two hundred years later, how many people still remember that battle? How many people remember the fallen strong men of the past?
Two hundred years have passed through four prosperous ages. During this period, several extraordinary figures have emerged. The legend of Shura has been gradually forgotten, and even the back door does not know the person he once was.
Now, that person has returned in another way, which frightened Dillon who had experienced the battle that year.
Even though he has now gained power beyond the holy level, his heart is still eroded by that fear.
"Shura? No, I am not the Shura you say." Although Helo said this, there was still an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, his bloody hair was dancing wildly, and his eyes were flashing with blood. Now,
The Hero is even more evil than Shura back then.
"Who are you? If it's like what you said, how did you know about that incident two hundred years ago?" Dillon subconsciously took a few steps back. He had a feeling that the young man in front of him was even worse than the Shura back then.
fear.
"I've already said it, I am who I am, I just inherited the memory of the Shura you mentioned."
Hearing this, Dillon's eyebrows stood up on the spot. Inheriting the memory is, in a sense, experiencing that person's voice. A person's memory contains too many things, experience, will, and three views.
and many other factors.
Inheriting the memory of Shura is like creating another Shura. In a sense, Shura is resurrected in another form.
"What do you want to do?" Dillon held the giant sword across his chest, and the mighty divine power surged in all directions. He had already guessed the answer, so he was ready to fight.
"What to do..." Hero raised his chin and began to think seriously, "There really isn't anything I want to do. Otherwise, I can settle the grudges from back then."
"In that case." As Hero said, he stretched out his finger and tapped Dillon, and the smile on his lips became more intense, "I will kill you first."
As soon as these words came out, Dillon stiffened as if he was struck by lightning, his eyes widened, "Ha, ha, ha, you? Don't forget, you are only a saint now, but I am a god. You and I are not familiar with the law."
Their understanding is not at the same level at all, this gap is insurmountable!" Dillon shouted, a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead as he spoke.
"Correction of your two mistakes." Hero stepped in the void, walking towards Dillon step by step. He always had a smile on his face, which looked particularly evil.
"First, you are not a real god. You just have the power of a god temporarily with the help of the mark of the gods. At best, you can only be regarded as a false god. Second, never use your understanding of the law to find an advantage in front of me.
Thank you, because I understand the laws of heaven and earth better than you."
After saying that, Hero had already walked to a place less than one meter away from Dillon. He stood there quietly. He did not have a strong aura coming out, but he looked like a dormant ferocious beast. Just from the look of it,
I felt an indescribable pressure.
"I understand the laws of heaven and earth better than you..." Dillon muttered, staring at the person in front of him.
At this moment, he had accomplished many things. Two hundred years ago, three saint-level strong men came together and used the power of law to activate the sealing magic circle, but they were suppressed by Shura.
The five peak saints deployed the strongest laws, but they were still suppressed by Shura who was also at the same holy level.
God-level warriors attacked with great force and unleashed the supreme law, but were wiped out by Shura, and ended in hatred.
The god of law evolved into the god of the sea, and fought with Shura for three days and three nights, and was finally defeated by Shura.
These things were not accidental. When all of them were connected, Dillon realized the seriousness of the problem. After two hundred years, he finally discovered something extremely dangerous.
"You...how far have you come in the realm of divine law?" Dillon asked.
"Haha, have you finally realized it?" Hero said with a smile on his face, his scarlet eyes staring straight at Dillon, "The places I have reached, you will never be able to touch in your lifetime."
"The lineage of Silver Moon is not weaker than others! Shura, please stop bewitching me, or you will die!" At this moment, Dillon's eyes suddenly burst out with silver light, and the broad sword in his hand buzzed, attacking like a Tyrannosaurus out of the sea.
To Hero.
"Stupid Silver Moon lineage." He Luofeng smiled lightly, holding the cyan disk in his right hand without any fancy movements, and raised it casually, and the light cat faced the giant sword in an understatement.
"Buzz!"
The moment the cyan disk came into contact with the giant sword, the loud sound of law instantly resounded in the air, and the invisible sound waves turned into ripples and spread around, and the vast power swept through the void.
"The Silver Moon lineage is very powerful, but only relatively speaking." Helo grinned and said.
As soon as the words fell, Dillon was immediately lifted up by a huge force, kicking in the air and retreating dozens of steps before he stopped.
It was just a face-to-face meeting, and it was clear that the two were superior in strength.
Assassin, Dillon's chest heaved violently, his jaws cracked, and his arms were shaking constantly. The giant sword in his hand had no fluctuations in the power of law. There was a shocking circular groove on it, some
Ancient runes are clearly printed on it.
This was the result of a head-on fight between him and Hero. Hero's cyan disk contained the secret of the laws of heaven and earth. The moment the two collided, the mark of the divine law on the giant sword in Dillon's hand was wiped out.
As a result, the latter lost the power of the divine level and returned to the holy level. The giant sword in his hand became no different from ordinary iron.
"Although the Silver Moon lineage has some skills, it is not capable of competing with me on the same level." Hero stood in the void not far away, with his long blood-red hair dancing in the wind behind his back. His words were calm, but calm.
But it contains a spirit that is unparalleled in the world.
"You... are not Shura. Shura only has thoughts of killing in his heart and does not have so many emotions. But you are different. You have very rich emotions." Dillon looked at Holo and gasped for breath. He fell from the God Realm.
He had suffered a lot of trauma when he reached the holy level. In addition, he had been fighting at the cost of his life and now had no strength to fight anymore. He could only delay time and use secret methods to repair his body.
"I said, I am not the Shura you said, I just have the memory of Shura. I am just me, an independent individual, not that Shura, let alone this boy." Helo explained seriously.
"You are not Shura, and you are not this boy... who is it?"
"Who am I? Haha, who am I?" Hero laughed to himself, then looked into the distance, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes, "Who really knows who he is at this time?" He murmured to himself, speaking.
There is a hint of melancholy in it.
"I carry the memories of too many people. It feels like I have experienced their whole lives. It is so painful. Sometimes I can't even find the one who is the real me." Hero said to himself, as if he was
While telling the story, a pair of blood-colored pupils had a sad expression.
"**I have spent too much time, and the only thing that accompanies me is those torturous memories.**I am wasting my time, looking through those memories over and over again, watching those people reach their glorious peak and then end dimly. How ridiculous.
"
"I've had enough of this kind of life! I hate the darkness!" Hero roared like a wounded beast, his long blood-colored hair dancing around like a madman.
"I hate! I hate everyone!" Holo roared, but the next second, he calmed down again, and the corners of his mouth curved again. One of his eyes was covered by long hair, and only one eye was exposed.
Looking at Dillon, he said, "Do you think it would be good for me to slaughter the world?"
Cold murderous intent instantly filled the entire sky.