Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Chapter 457 I am your ancestor

"I am in your body, you can understand that in your consciousness, I am just a residual ray of consciousness."

The voice is indifferent and empty, without sadness or joy, detached.

Nan Jing wiped away his tears, and with a glimmer of hope, he said, "Why am I here? Can I go out?"

"You are trapped in hallucinations, I can help you."

The voice was slow and leisurely, with a reassuring power, gradually allowing Nan Jing to sweep away the hatred and pain in his heart.

"Who are you?" Nan Jing asked cautiously.

"I am you."

That divine sense said: "Or, your death brought me back to life."

Nan Jing couldn't understand more and more, and asked in a daze: "I don't understand."

"You have the blood of my Yaohuang family, and the concentration of genes in your body has reached a level sufficient to awaken me. The Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes, can only regain life after experiencing death and disease. When your source of consciousness reaches the amount that can carry my existence Only then can you wake me up."

Dizzy, Nan Jing opened his mouth wide, showing an O shape.

An old monster living in his body?

Oh my god, isn't he dreaming?

"Of course not." The old monster seemed to have heard his voice, and continued to explain patiently like an elder: "Any organ can be regenerated. This is not your ability, but the state of immortality of this deity. With your luck and strength of less than twenty years, how can you achieve the realm that you can only have in the transformation stage?"

What kind of thing is a transformation god?

Nan Jing's intuition told him that he should never ask further questions.

The old monster had absolutely no intention of explaining to him, so he continued; "Before I died, I saved a thread for myself. Now that it's on you, then you are the body of the deity, and you have the blood of the deity in your body. Hand over your body obediently."

"and many more!"

At this moment, Nan Jing could no longer care about the repeated tragic scene, is Duoshe a magical thing?

Although he couldn't understand what the old monster said, he definitely knew that handing over his body was not a good thing!

"You, you, what do you want to do?" Nan Jing looked vigilant, embracing his body as if hiding from a pervert.

However to no avail.

The old monster said leisurely: "I beat you to death, my consciousness and this body are integrated into one, it's that simple."

"Fuck, do you think I'll agree?"

Nan Jing has been tortured too much, and now he just wants to vent his anger - damn, anyone can bully him, so can he still live well?

A pair of purple eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, this is——!

Very familiar, deja vu.

He had seen these eyes before in his sleep, but they were not as sharp and scary as before.

"It's you!" Nan Jing blurted out.

The old monster was very satisfied with this, and said: "This deity is indeed unforgettable, it is this deity."

Nan Jing couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. Damn it, it's the tradition of the Yaohuang clan to say such narcissistic words in such a calm and natural tone?

This is so ridiculous!

"I said, old monster..."

"What old monster, impolite little doll, called the ancestor of the deity." Where did the detachment go?

Nan Jing complained in his heart, and changed his words politely: "The younger generation has met the old ancestor, can you tell me, old man, what's going on now?"

The old monster was satisfied, and said: "I have been sleeping all this time, and only saw the scene after you were besieged by the beasts, but in my opinion, the hallucination you are falling into today should come from your previous life."

"What you always said is true, so I'm dreaming?" Nan Jing's head was full of black lines.

The old monster said inscrutably: "It's just a nightmare butterfly, you can't even deal with it, the realm is too superficial."

It sounds like you are very powerful, but aren't you still trapped in my body?

Nan Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, to be honest, he had never seen that rotten butterfly!

"Tsk, yellow-haired boy, do you dare to scold your ancestor in your heart, don't you want to live?"

The ancestor actually gave Nan Jing a feeling of fried hair.

Nan Jing held back his laughter and bowed: "Amitabha, this junior knows his mistake."

Unexpectedly, this time the ancestor became even more furious——

"You're young, don't teach me the shit about Buddhist practice! Men have already got it, so what kind of bald ass is it for me? Where did you learn it?"

Nan Jing: "..."

The resentment is deep, and the Buddhist cultivator is a magical thing?

Well, actually this is learned from Mu Huai'an's family. After all, Mu's family has a small ancestral hall, and there is a Buddha statue enshrined in it.

From the tone of the old monster, it seems that the nightmare butterfly is not a problem at all.

Not to mention other things, Nan Jing has now slowly recalled his situation before entering this illusion—yes, he was participating in a three-school joint competition, he was with Landis, and smelled a strange fragrance and a flock of butterflies.

The bewildered eyes gradually returned to clarity, and the ancestor Yaohuang disappeared in consciousness, without any trace of existence.

The scene in front of him began to crack, and the space seemed to be torn apart, becoming pieces of broken butterflies, and the corpses fell to the ground and piled up into mountains.

And the cafe in the illusion has also become ruins.

After everything was empty, Nan Jing found that he was standing on the ground in a daze, staring at a forest in a daze.

Realizing that he had returned to reality, Nan Jing felt relieved and let out a long breath.

His condition is considered to be good, looking at the past one by one, Jie'er was crying and laughing, dancing.

Landis leaned against a tree with deep frown and looked pained, while Feng Jianli and Yun Tianyi were not much better - both were either sad or disheartened, and Yun Tianyi even had tears streaming from the corners of his eyes Even if he closed his eyes, he could see his deep despair.

An Lan was lying on the ground, not knowing whether to die or not.

A black butterfly flew past, Nan Jing's heart felt cold, and he jumped up suddenly, the polar ice worm in his hand swung towards the butterfly, about to kill it——

"stop!!"

Recognizing that it was the voice of the old monster, Nan Jing abruptly took it back, almost suffocating old blood.

"Fucking patriarch, are you still there?"

"Otherwise? Can you have the kind of dream of dreaming about the deity? You are so beautiful!"

Nan Jing: "..."

He looked at Landis and the others impatiently, squeezed his hands, bowed to the tree very respectfully, and said, "My lord ancestor, please hold your thigh!"

"What are you doing hugging the deity's thigh? How can you covet the deity's leg?"

Nan Jing knelt down, how can we make friends with different cultures?

However, if the old monster can guide him out of the illusion, there must be other ways to deal with the nightmare butterfly, Nan Jing begged again.

The old ancestor Shi Shiran said in an unfathomable tone: "The nightmare butterfly is the most painful memory that manipulates illusions and makes people fall into the three souls and seven souls. If you kill this nightmare butterfly at this time, then They can't get out of the environment no matter what, and they are tortured by pain until their death."

His whole body trembled, and a wave of cold spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs.

so close.

Nan Jing was extremely fortunate, and only at this time did he really show absolute respect to this ancestor who called himself "the deity".

How lucky must he be to get help from heaven in times of crisis?

The ancestor didn't mind giving advice to his descendants, and said lightly: "You just need to stop their breathing, and you can pull them out of the illusion in a short while."

Nan Jing was stunned: "What is the cessation of breathing?"

Proper names seem a bit confusing?

The ancestor was silent for a few seconds, and said: "Pinch their noses, not letting them breathe."

"Oh, I see."

Nan Jing bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Patriarch."

Then, he hurried to Landis.

The protective function of opening has long since disappeared. Nan Jing crouched on the ground and reached out to pinch his nostrils. Seeing that Landis' painful expression gradually subsided, he suddenly opened his eyes from the illusion.

The reassuring ice blue color appeared in sight, Nan Jing let out a sigh of relief, and bowed again in his heart for the ancestor of Yaohuang.

Landis was terrified, his chest heaved, and his flustered behavior made Nan Jing feel distressed—especially when he knew that the nightmare butterfly would make people see the most painful things.

what do you see

He will not ask, he knows how hopeless and helpless it is to pull the suffering out of the soul and force it to repeat itself.

Before he could speak, Nan Jing was held in his arms by Landis with such strength that it was difficult for him to breathe, and his chest hurt from being strangled.

But Nan Jing didn't refuse, but let him hug her, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Mirror, mirror..."

Landis called him loudly, as if if he stopped, this person would leave his arms.

"Jing'er, I saw you, you are gone, before I go to save you, you are gone..."

"I'm here, I've always been here, my dear, I'm still standing in front of you."

Nan Jing held Landis' cheeks with both hands, straddled his lap, and leaned over to kiss his forehead and red lips.

But he was surprised in his heart—unexpectedly, his demons were actually related to him.