"At the beginning of January, when the mysterious world had just begun to be closed for testing, the city lord suddenly emerged from the shadows and showed his powerful power to build the city of freedom.

It is completely possible to avoid the monks from the Seven Star Temple from attacking...

If it were revealed earlier, the City of Freedom would not be established at all.

If this happens...

So..."

"This city lord happened to attack the Yinghuo Temple in the Seven Star Temple with the Bone Dragon...

And the creatures that appear on the Baihe River are also bone dragons.

If the bone dragon attacking the Yinghu Temple and the bone dragon appearing on the Baihe River are the same.

So..."

"It means that someone has accurately controlled the time when the sealing test is opened, and has also used this time. At the same time... he also mastered the channel for reverse penetration."

"But if the other party's thinking is meticulous enough, then... he has no reason to think of what I analyzed.

In this way...

The City of Freedom is not a flaw.

This city lord is not a flaw.

It was an invitation letter from the other party.”

"Ha...I don't know who you are, nor do you know who I am.

But, if you invite me, will I go?"

Mr. Jiu quickly analyzed it, and then suddenly smiled, "Life is a good thing, I don't want to lose it easily.

No matter who you are, I don’t accept the invitation letter you gave me. I want to change the invitation location... I will send you an invitation letter.

For example...first muddy the water, then destroy the city of freedom."

He has patience.

He will destroy his opponents, just like killing everyone who has stopped him from doing things.

...

...

"Has he come? Or hasn't come? The invitation I sent didn't necessarily invite him to the City of Liberty...but it can be evaluated.

If he was a third-rate person who would only clamor for "bold" and "how could it be", he would be arrogant and blindly come to the City of Freedom.

If he is not, then he will move soon..."

"But...what if he has crushing power...?"

"I...I'm so weak."

Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But wasn’t he just taking the skin of the God-Selected One to become stronger?

But... Now the painted skin of the God-Selected Person can only be used to "break the boundary wall". If the level is increased, it means it will be blocked again.

What do other God-Choose do?

No...

They may not encounter their own problems.

Because, before they upgrade to their level, they must first find the dungeon.

Perhaps it was my "unordinary path" that brought some small bugs.

After all, my own secret realm of wind and snow is not a dungeon...that is my own array map.

"So, if you want to become stronger, the dungeon cannot be avoided."

“Other than that…in order to be unblocked…I have to try to wear another painted leather.

In this way, my own strength can be forever restricted to level 49.

But Ning Guhong can be infinitely improved.

Another level of identity can break through the boundary wall and pass through unimpededly.

Nothing is missing..."

Xia Yan thought for a moment, took a deep breath, then pulled off the painted skin of "Ning Guhong" with his right hand, and slowly pulled the remaining painted skin toward his face with his left hand, but he stopped a few millimeters in front of his face.

He turned his head and looked at the witch in the flying chariot and said, "Yue'e, if I am not in a normal state or faint, you can take me back to the palace, find the queen, inform the truth, and protect the palace at the same time.

In addition, you found my master and took her into the secret realm of wind and snow, and also told the truth... Maybe she can help me."

Not waiting for Yue'e to react.

He continued to say to the Blood River Walker of the Imperial Chariot: "Wu Heng, then you will return to the City of Freedom and continue to assist the old cow, and at the same time tell him... There may be a big disaster. If the situation is wrong, then you don't need to hold on and retreat immediately.

With your blood river in there, the old cow can leave smoothly."

"Yes, Lord." The warm man replied with a smile.

At this time, the witch showed a look of worry, and she hurriedly said, "What the Lord wants to do? Please let Yue'e know that Yue'e would rather die by herself than want something from the Lord."

Xia Yan said: "Nothing...it's just a little more memory."

The witch looked at the mask that Xia Yan was holding and suddenly realized.

She raised her glazed sand-like eyes and looked at Xia Yan with concern and said, "Please take Yue'e as an experiment... If Yue'e has no memory chaos after putting on the second mask, the Lord will try again, okay?"

Xia Yan shook his head.

He had absorbed Bai Yi's memory before.

Now, this is the third memory.

When you put on a mask, the memories in the mask will be completely absorbed.

Everyone's ability to withstand is limited. Even though the previous memories are slowly fading due to time, they are eventually deposited in the "subconscious". Perhaps the relationship between "master and slave" makes these "subordinate" memories not go wrong.

However, if there are too many "subordinate memories", it will inevitably have an impact on the "master personality", which is very normal.

When Yue'e saw him shook her head, she couldn't help but pounce on his knees, and her hands were lying on his legs, and she said with tears in her eyes: "Lord... please don't take risks with your body."

Xia Yan looked at the former Taiyin Grand Priest, but now he was loyal to himself, and sighed: "Yue'e, some things... I have to do them myself. You... just follow my orders."

Yue'e's breathing became rapid. After counting breaths, she slowly got up and her voice returned to normal: "Yes, Lord."

After Xia Yan explained these things, he did not hesitate anymore and pressed the mask on his left hand towards his face.

Two grey mists were printed together like a blend of water and milk.

Xia Yan's figure quickly turned into another boy's appearance.

This young man is different from Ning Guhong. He is not as flowing as it is. Instead, he exudes a sense of coldness and evil intentions. The hard lines outline the outline of his face. From a distance, he looks like a angular mountain, but from a close distance, he gives people a sense of carving.

This young man was caught for killing at will.

A huge memory emerged in Yu Xiayan's mind.

He watched quietly, experience it personally, and stands from the perspective of a bystander...

In an incense stick of time, he had already lived someone else's life.

Fortunately, although this "subordinate memory" is huge, it is still within the scope of tolerance.

But if you do it again, you may not have such good luck.

Xia Yan opened his eyes, looked at the witch beside him with a smile and said, "I'm fine."

Yue'e's face showed joy and even rubbed her eyes.

Xia Yan looked at the small panel.

He could feel that this painting's special skin is, or... much more special than "Ning Guhong".

In this way, he may have to regard "Ning Guhong" as his "unobstructed" identity.

And treat this person as his own identity.

In front of the retina, small panels emerge:

Name: Ning Hebai

Level: Level 1

Occupation: Martial Artist

Sect: Twelve serial docks

Fighting technique: Eighteen articles of gods and ghosts (remembered)

Equipment: None

Personal Talent: Blood Dragon (A-level)
To be continued...