Xiang Nan didn't get entangled with the flame ghost with six-colored pupils, and he didn't have the time and mood. Instead, he passed by it and jumped directly into the thirty-second pavilion.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, Xiang Nan didn't even care about his own injuries, so he began to learn the seventh finger of Tiangang's crouching finger, the Yaoguang finger!
This pavilion is already very large, almost over a hundred meters in diameter.
The flame ghost, with more small flame ghosts, surrounded the pavilion and kept roaring at Xiang Nan inside.
Xiang Nanchong turned a deaf ear, endured the burning pain of his body, and silently practiced Yaoguang Finger.
At this time, the sea of flames outside was not calm. Apart from the huge flame monster, there were many other flame monsters churning in the sea of flames.
Some were python-like monsters, while others were humanoid monsters with only half of their bodies burned.
All of a sudden, the group of demons danced wildly, blocking the water around the pavilion.
Xiang Nan didn't even open his eyes, he just practiced quietly.
Soon, half an hour later, the phantom of the Big Dipper behind him lit up the last star.
At this time, Xiang Nan finally stood up.
He took a deep breath, pointed at the flame ghost, and shouted, "Yaoguang Finger!"
The last finger of Tiangang Fumofinger, the finger power is extremely domineering!
The finger force of the Wuxiangjie finger on the flame ghost had long since disappeared, but now that it was hit by the Yaoguang finger, it hit a huge penetrating wound directly on its chest.
"Roar!" The flame ghost raised its head to the sky and howled miserably.
"Wuxiang Jiezhi!" Xiang Nan hit it with a black finger force, and immediately followed by another Yaoguang finger!
The flame ghost's strength has been attenuated, and if it is hit by the Yaoguang finger at this time, it will no longer be hit with a penetrating wound, but the whole body will explode with a bang!
A large amount of magma sprayed high into the sky, and the magma rained down on the surrounding Sanhua ghosts, scalding them to death on the spot.
It's a pity that after the Liuhua ghost died, he didn't leave Xiang Nan with any martial arts.
Xiang Nan was not in the mood to look, but immediately ran towards the thirty-third pavilion.
Along the way, a large number of ghosts who were not burned to death in the sea of fire still wanted to surround Xiang Nan.
While running wildly, Xiang Nan quickly released the Tianshu finger. The force of that finger criss-crossed and shot wildly in several directions!
Then I saw ghosts one by one, being bounced away, and then bounced away! All of them turned into small flame spots and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.
In this sea of flames, Xiang Nan kept running, using Tianshu to guide and fly all the ghosts blocking the road.
And in the next period of time, the thirty-third, thirty-four, and thirty-five pavilions were found.
Xiang Nan has already learned all the seven fingering techniques of the Tiangang Fumo Finger, and the last thing left is the Tiangang Fumo Formation.
Only by learning the Tiangang Subduing Demon Formation, can all ghosts become visible to the naked eye, and can even be killed by ordinary attacks.
The Kaiyang finger can supersede ghosts, and the release time is too long, while the Yaoguang finger can directly smash ghosts, but it consumes too much vitality.
After Xiang Nan ran out of the flames, he saw the thirty-sixth pavilion.
However, on the only way to the pavilion, there is a ghostly bridge.
Below this bridge is a galloping Heihe River, and the width of the Heihe River has exceeded ten miles!
It was impossible for Xiang Nan to jump across such a wide river.
On the side of the bridge, there are two simple characters made of reliefs. On the characters, there is a feeling of endless vicissitudes.
"Nothing."
Xiang Nan was stunned for a moment.
He gritted his teeth and began to walk towards the bridge. When he stepped on the bridge for the first step, the memory in his mind decreased a little.
When he took the second step, the third step, the fourth step...
Every time he took a step, the memory of Mengdie in his mind faded a little.
When he walked to the middle of the bridge, he couldn't even remember Mengdie's face or her identity.
It's just that deep in his heart, there is a person that he cares about, but the appearance and figure of that person are becoming more and more blurred.
It's just that when he came here, the troubles and sorrows in his heart also disappeared with the memory.
He suddenly didn't know why he had to cross the bridge, why he was so obsessed with turning back.
This feeling of losing the memory of someone is terrible, because there is no attachment, so there is no obsession, so you forget where the things you fought for are.
He had even begun to relax, with a faint sense of pleasure in his mind.
"As long as I cross this bridge, I can go to the next space-time zone."
He smiled, but his smiling face was already covered with tears.
He stopped, scratched his face with his finger, looked at the teardrops stained on his finger, and wondered in his heart: "Why am I crying?"
But for some reason, his tears suddenly got out of control, and big ones rolled down.
Suddenly, he felt a severe pain in his heart, and he always felt that in the depths of his soul, there was a woman's back imprinted.
"Who is she? Why does my heart hurt so much when I think of her." Xiang Nan wiped his face vigorously, but the tears couldn't be stopped no matter what.
In the middle of the bridge, stood a woman.
The woman waved to Xiang Nan with a smile on her face: "Go over, forget all your troubles when you're over, and start over."
Xiang Nan looked at the woman blankly, and said blankly: "I... I don't want to go there."
The woman smiled: "Why? There is nothing you can't let go of."
"I don't know." Xiang Nan almost forgot why he was here.
He remembered his identity, and he also knew that this was the sea of magic. He even knew that Dong Wushang was chasing him, and even An Xiaohui and the others were very clear about their existence.
It's just that there is only one person missing that he cares about, and the memory of that person is rapidly losing.
"No!" Xiang Nan suddenly took a step back and said, "No!"
"Absolutely not!" He raised his finger and was about to attack the woman.
But that woman had a calm smile on her face, and her pupils, for...
Nine flowers!
Xiang Nan gritted his teeth and roared angrily, "What did you take away from my memory!"
The woman smiled and said, "I didn't take anything away from you, you gave it up on your own initiative."
"What do you believe and what do you not believe? What you forget must be something you don't even want to believe."
"What do I not believe in?" Xiang Nan murmured to himself, "I don't believe in love..."
Once the fading figure in his mind became clear again, Xiang Nan felt a severe headache, and the figure of that person began to fade away.
The woman smiled and said, "I don't take away the memory of hatred, nor the memory of happiness. I only take a little bit of sadness from you, and let that sadness turn into the river under the bridge."
"Look, how wide this river is, how many people have left their emotional wounds here."
"Let me ask you, what should be forgotten, why do you hold on to it?"
Xiang Nan took another step back.
After taking this step back, an auditory hallucination suddenly appeared next to his ear, and a woman whispered softly.
"Good brother..."
"Boom!" Xiang Nan's mind seemed to explode.