Where is this?
A trace of doubt flashed across Wang Jian's face.
Looking at the scenery in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the Heavenly Palace in Journey to the West, but the three characters "Nantian Gate" were not written on the gate.
At this moment, a loud noise reached Wang Jian's ears.
In an instant, Wang Jian was startled, and his eyes widened.
He saw that the long golden bridge behind the gate broke directly, and a white figure appeared on the long golden bridge.
Due to the distance, Wang Jian couldn't tell whether the white figure was a man or a woman.
A strong pressure rushed directly towards him.
Wang Jian had a feeling that his whole body was about to burst.
"Wang Jian, do you remember?"
A voice sounded in Wang Jian's mind.
"Who are you talking about?"
Wang Jian's face was filled with fear.
He covered his head and his body was shaking violently.
"I am you, I am talking in your mind."
The voice was the same as Wang Jian's, but it seemed to have a hint of joking.
Wang Jian's face turned pale, he shook his head and shouted: "No, get out of here, I am me, I am Wang Jian, you are not me."
"Yes, you are Wang Jian, and I am Wang Jian.
I am the God of Heaven, and you are also the God of Heaven."
The voice laughed.
What is Tianming God?
A look of horror flashed across Wang Jian's face.
"The God of Heaven is you.
I am in your mind.
I know everything you think.
The white figure you see over there without that is you who was five thousand years ago.
That is the God of Heaven."
Five thousand years ago, he was the God of Heaven.
How could he not understand at all?
Wang Jian felt that his mind was in chaos, and his thoughts were confused for a moment.
"I know you won't be able to accept this fact for a while.
I will show you your past life memories bit by bit.
As time goes by, you will remember them all."
"No, I am not some god of heaven, I am Wang Jian, I am Wang Jian," Wang Jian roared with red eyes.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, his vision blurred, and he had already crossed the gate and arrived in front of the man in white.
The moment he saw the face of the man in white, Wang Jian felt that all the hairs on his body stood up.
The man in white looked exactly like himself.
He seemed to be injured.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth.
The white robe on his body was also torn.
The silver armor was full of cracks, and he held a long sword in his hand, glowing with a faint golden light.
"Have you seen it?
He is the God of Heaven, and he is you."
The voice appeared in Wang Jian's mind again at this time: "I will let you read this memory first and then I will explain it to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, The white figure in front of Wang Jian's eyes moved, and he could be seen waving the long sword in his hand and flying towards the door.
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At this time, more than a dozen figures rushed out of the palace not far away and surrounded the man in white.
Immediately, countless soldiers in silver armor rushed over and surrounded the man in white for several levels.
Wang Jian opened his mouth wide and stared at this scene blankly.
Although these were all memories, he could feel the murderous aura and coercion in the eyes of those silver-armored soldiers.
The leader, an old man with a long beard, pointed at the man in white and said: "Tian Ming, follow us back quickly, we don't want to embarrass you."
"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about?
Why should I listen to you and let that old guy from God come to see me?"
The corners of the man in white's mouth were slightly raised, with disdain on his face.
"It's so unbridled that you don't have to eat the toast as a penalty," the old man with a long beard said, dodging and rushing towards the man in white.
The man in white smiled, and saw the long sword in his hand flashing with golden light.
He waved his hand casually, and the bearded old man's body was cut into two parts, and then disappeared.
In an instant, the faces of the people who came up all around showed a hint of fear.
They slowly took a few steps back, and no one dared to step forward for a while.
"One will die, one will die, two will die, both of you will die.
You are no match for me, and I am too lazy to deal with you."
The man in white grinned.
Looking at the face of the man in white, Wang Jian shook his head.
Although he looked like himself, he had never had such an face and he would not smile obscenely.
"God of Heaven, stop it.
The situation is over."
A figure floated over not far away.
This figure was a man in a golden robe.
His waist-length hair was draped behind him and he wore a crown on his head. , there was no expression on his face, and he had the aura of a superior person all over his body.
When the man in white saw the man in gold robe, he immediately sneered: "God, you little turtle has finally appeared."
God was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "God of Heaven, wake up, I don't want to take action."
"Aside from talking big words, what else can you do?"
The man in white pointed at God and said with a smile, "Do you dare to fight with me?"
"So many people have died, and the heaven has been destroyed like this by you.
Look at the ruins, look at the corpses of the gods, think about the heavenly dragons, and the sealed beasts.
These are all Because you, you know, you haven't woken up yet?"
A hint of coldness flashed across God's face, and he said in a trembling voice.
"Hahaha, hahahaha."
The man in white suddenly dropped the long sword in his hand and said with a smile: "If I succeed, I will be the one standing here talking."
God glanced at the gods around the man in white, and immediately, those gods rushed forward and caught the man in white.
"Take him to the Burning God Prison," God said and disappeared, and at this time the screen stopped again.
"Remember, the dictator in heaven captured you?"
Wang Jian didn't speak.
He stared closely at the paused scene in front of him.
His eyes slowly changed.
His pupils changed from black to red, and then from red to gold.
Slowly The golden color faded and returned to normal, but Wang Jian's face looked more wise, and the greenness had disappeared.
"Why didn't you speak?
Could it be that you were frightened?"
the voice asked doubtfully.
"You are enough.
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I don't need you in my mind.
I am Wang Jian, not some god of heaven."
Wang Jian said calmly.
"You, what do you want to do?"
There was a hint of panic in the voice.
"Press you down, shrink you into a small ball and drive you out of my mind," Wang Jiandao said.
"You are delusional that I am you.
I am the God of Heaven and you are the one we will fuse together sooner or later.
And you can't expel me.
I stay in your body and I won't leave.
Don't even think about it."
"Really?
Then I will seal you, deep in my memory, and you will never come out."
Wang Jian said with a smile.
"No" the voice hissed, and then there was no movement.
"So this is how it feels during the bright pupil period."
Wang Jian said lightly.
How could Wang Jian turn around as a god?
Wang Jian is Wang Jian
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