Martial World's
Ch 2148 - Sheng Mei's Past Life (A)
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“Holy Devil, can you hear me?”
Lin Ming tried to send Sheng Mei a true essence sound transmission, but he did not get any response.
Currently, Sheng Mei's skin was pale and her eyes were tightly shut. His eyelashes were silently shivering; it was clear that Sheng Mei, as well as the many bottomless abyss surrounding her, was unable to withstand the power of tearing apart the great soul earlier and their minds had fallen into an illusion.
“This is..”.
lin Ming's brows pressed together. If he wasn't for the Magic Cube then he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to withstand that power either.
Lin Ming noticed that many abyssals had expressions of pain, as if they were experiencing something terrifying.
At this moment, as the vortex continued to spin, all the ravines scattered further and further away from each other.
Lin Ming watched helplessly as the abyss of the Deep Alliance as well as Sheng Mei were all catapulted further and further away in their enchanted state.
As for deeper, he could no longer see the abyss of the Flood Alliance.
“What is the power that tore that soul?”
Lin Ming grimaced. After a while, he relaxed the connection between his soul and the Magic Cube.
At that moment, the soul-tearing power roared at him once more.
Lin Ming's heavenly soul was held by the Magic Cube. Slowly, he allowed his consciousness to break free.
Right now, Lin Ming could be said to be in a half-dream, half-conscious state. As long as he wanted to, he could immerse his mind into the Magic Cube to free himself from the condition, but right now he wanted to know what mysteries were contained within this soul-tearing mystical power.
Gradually, Lin Ming felt his body become increasingly light. The endless lake water around him vanished, and in the next moment he arrived at a beautiful world glowing with dappled sunlight…
“This is..”.
He's dumbfounded. He could see the gigantic building in front of him as well as the signboard above the complex that read ‘Seven Profound’ with uppercase and flowing letters.
The Seven Profound Martial Houses?
After recalling the name of this martial mansion, Lin Ming felt as if everything that had happened was a lifetime ago.
This was the beginning of Lin Ming's martial arts path. After tracing back to the beginning, this was something that happened over 12,000 years ago.
12,000 years. For long-lived martial artists who might live for hundreds of millions of years, 12,000 years was only a very short period of their lives. For some people, a long period of exile may take 10,000-20,000 years.
But to Lin Ming, these 12,000 years were a matter of great distance.
“Could this soul-tearing force drag back the dust-laden old dream from within my memory? He wants me to relive this event? ”
Lin Ming stared at the signboard of the Seven Profound Martial Houses in this dream and started walking forward.
As he expected, he saw many people he knew from the past.
Zhu Yan, Lan Yunyue, Qin Ziye, Qin Xingxuan…
There were even some characters hidden deep within his memories and ones he would normally not remember. For example, the girl in the Seven Profound Martial House whom she had always liked, but she lost the news later, Bai Jingyun …
Lin Ming watched from an outsider's point of view, calmly looking at the life he was living.
He gradually understood that after entering this killing lake, the soul tearing power working on them might be some sort of test on the god soul of a martial artist.
If one's mind is not firm then it is easy to fall into this dreamland and never be able to escape from it.
Lin Ming's mind moved. The scenes of the Seven Profound Martial Houses were destroyed and then the experiences of the South Sea Demon Region came flooding in.
Familiar characters, familiar locations, all sorts of scenes take the stage.
He looked at Divine Phoenix Island, looking at the invasion to the South Sea Demon Region.
He saw himself entering the Divine Phoenix Mystic Realm, saw himself mistakenly considered dead, saw that Ouyang Boyan who had a grudge with him was moving against Qin Xingxuan and trying to kill him on Blood Demon Island.
After emerging from the Divine Phoenix Mystic Realm, he learned of this news and in his anger he rushed out with a vermillion bird, passing through hundreds of thousands of miles to reach Blood Demon Island and save Qin Xingxuan.
This was one of Lin Ming's deepest and most profound memories. When he managed to save Qin Xingxuan from the jaws of death, this allowed him to truly understand how happy he was not to lose someone he loved.
However, in the memories of this dreamland, what was replayed itself was actually quite different.
He saw himself flying into Blood Demon Island. As he found Qin Xingxuan, a blood demon rushed towards him, opened his voracious jaw and bit his neck!
At this moment, the desperate Qin Xingxuan saw him. As he did so, all sorts of emotions flooded his face. Love, joy, regret …
lin Ming's heart stiffened and he found it impossible to remain indifferent. He wanted to make a move to save Qin Xingxuan, but he found that his speed had become extremely slow. From the power level of a True Divinity, he discovered that he had fallen to a mere Houtian realm when he first saved Qin Xingxuan.
Like this, he could only stare blankly as the blood demon bit Qin Xingxuan's neck.
Blood gushed out. All the emotions on Qin Xingxuan's face froze, as if time had come to a standstill.
The smiling Qin Xingxuan and the blood dripping from her formed a sharp contrast.
No –
Lin Ming shouted in fear, fear.
In the next moment, Lin Ming fiercely bit his tongue to calm down.
“This is wrong!”
Lin Ming took a deep breath, gasping for breath. He said this to himself so that he could escape from that terrifying dream now.
In the depths of his mind, Lin Ming knew that what he saw was not real. Moreover, his divine soul had always been stable with a faint relationship with the Magic Cube. Even so, when Lin Ming saw the scene just now, it seemed like he had personally experienced it, and in his anger and sadness he had almost fallen into an illusion, unable to drag himself out.
“What a terrifying dreamland ..”
Lin Ming still did not withdraw from dreamland.
He wanted to take a good look at himself and what this strange soul tearing power would do.
Then, the scene continued to replay.
These scenes were all things that Lin Ming had truly experienced in the past. However, instead of how they actually ended up, things took a turn for the worse.
While competing for the Nirvana Dragon Root in the Demon God Imperial Palace, Lin Ming saw his plan seen by Xuan Wuji – as a result, he was executed where he stood.
At the bronze temple facing Yang Yun, Lin Ming saw his body being seized by him. From then on, his body was possessed by Yang Yun and that strange and evil smile hung on his face from then on.
Then, facing Tian Mingzi on the Asura Road, Lin Ming saw himself being killed.
In the middle of the adventure of his life, he sees the Magic Cube found. He escaped through the world but eventually he was discovered by someone and his soul was drawn out and purified.
He even saw the Good Fortune Saint Son defeat him and take Xiao Moxian as his own.
He saw the Good Fortune Saint Son brutally destroy Xiao Moxian. At that moment, Lin Ming's soul nearly fell into an illusion once more.
The peng!
Lin Ming punched onto the scene before him and the grinning Good Fortune Saint Son ruthlessly shattered into pieces. Lin Ming gasped. The scenery in this dreamland was the things he feared the most!
If he wasn't for the Magic Cube, Lin Ming didn't know if he would be able to withstand all of this …
“Truly a vicious dreamland. I have an Immortal Soul so I should be fine for now, but what about the others? For example Sheng Mei.. ”.
Lin Ming remembered Sheng Mei, the woman he was unsure of was a friend or an enemy. When he thought about it, he must have been worried.
If Sheng Mei did not have a heart demon then it would be good.
But if he had a heart demon, then he would be a tremendous danger in this soul dreamland!
Lin Ming could be called someone with strong determination and strong determination. But, even he did not dare to say he did not have a heart demon.
The so-called heart demon was the thing that a martial artist yearned for or feared the most.
The stronger this obsession, the stronger the heart of the devil.
Moreover, the stronger a martial artist was, the more formidable this heart demon was. Once this type of dreamland appeared, or in a critical moment when trying to make a breakthrough, this heart demon might appear to haunt martial artists and cause trouble. If they suddenly manifested, it was possible that a martial artist could go crazy or fall into depravity.
“Sheng Mei, does she have demon heart?”
Lin Ming muttered. He did not know why, but a premonition suddenly appeared in his heart …
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In the waters of the dark gray lake, the huge vortex kept spinning wildly. A peerless woman in black clothes was circling in the waters of this lake. Her thick and beautiful hair fell all around her, expanding in the waters of the lake like a black rose in full bloom but also withering.
At this moment, Sheng Mei's complexion was pale white, without the slightest hint of red color remaining…
After experiencing nine complete reincarnations and forging his heavenly soul all this time, he became extremely formidable in this aspect. In fact, when it came to souls, he was not much worse than Lin Ming.
Yet…
His heart demon was also very strong.
In his heavenly soul, there were too many things that he longed for and feared…
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In a circular giant building similar to an area, a little girl of seven or eight years old was standing in the middle.
He had bright black eyes and his small arms seemed to be carved from jade. Her face was fresh and cute like a ripe apple, a very adorable little boy.
On his face, if carefully searched, they could find Sheng Mei's current shadow.
Such a charming little girl actually had a face covered in blood. His arms were also covered in blood. His jade-like little arm was grasping a large sword.
This sword was longer than the height of the little girl. He only managed to hold it with both hands.
Along the thick sword hilt, blood kept dripping down. On the ground around the little girl were scattered pieces of flesh and pools of blood. Organs, incomplete corpses; this area resembles a slaughterhouse.
The little girl lowered her head and propped herself up on the big sword. He gasps.
Are you ready to continue?
At this moment, a faint voice echoed.
The little girl was surprised. He looked up and from under his bangs, a doll-like face was revealed. From between his eyebrows, a vertical red mark appeared, like a flower petal.
“I'm tired..”
The little girl muttered with great difficulty. But at this moment, from a distance not too far away, an old man appeared.
This old man was thin but his stature was tall and wide naturally. His face was deep and deep and he exuded a majestic aura. He is not a spiritas nor is he a saint – he is someone from the main god race.
“On the battlefield, the enemy will not give you time to rest.”.
As the old man spoke, he gently waved his hand. From a distance not too far away, an iron gate was opened.
From behind this iron gate, a chain-wrapped black living thing appeared.
This is. abyss!
Moreover, for some reason, this abyss had lost its mind and gone mad.
Roar!
Dozens of ravines roared together. As they looked at the little girl, their eyes were filled with bloodlust and killing intent.