Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest appeared in the Pangu axe seal, and even the ancient world seemed to have no idea of ​​the identity of the visitor.

The figure looked normal, but the black and white light flashed on his body, and he couldn't see it.

"Who are you!" Gu Zhou asked again. If you can enter here without his permission, the other party either has special magical powers or has a great cultivation level.

"Who am I?" the figure snorted coldly: "Since you asked so sincerely, I will tell you! If you hear it clearly, I am... a ghost!"

While speaking, the figure floated around, and it turned out like a legendary ghost. Especially the strange screams came from the mouth, which made Chen Weiming and Gu Zhou feel confused and sweating.

The scene was strangely quiet. After a while, Gu Zhou was furious: "If you don't say it, don't blame me."

While speaking, there was a space pattern on my hands, and I was ready to take action.

When the figure saw this, he immediately laughed: "Haha, just kidding, don't be so impulsive. Although you definitely can't hit me, it's better not to do it. Judging from your appearance, if you consume too much, you might fall asleep again."

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but I didn't expect you to become like this ghost again... It seems to be even worse than before. I used to be a soul, but now it seems that there is only a soul mark left."

The figure squirmed, and soon it turned into a normal body and clear facial features.

Seeing this person's facial features clearly, Chen Weiming only felt familiar, and then exclaimed in surprise: "Tianyan Daozun!"

That look, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, it’s not so handsome, but it has a sense of heroism. Who is it if it’s not Tianyan Daozun?

Gu Zhou also exclaimed in surprise, but the name he shouted was different: "Chen Pan, is it you?"

The figure spread his hands at Gu Zhou: "That's right, it's me... but I can't say it's me!"

After the Gu Zhou was shocked, his face darkened again: "Who are you? I can't feel Chen Pan's breath from you. It's really extraordinary to be able to hide my illusion."

The Chaos Bell also buzzed: "Where did the ghost thing come from? I dare to pretend to be the master of this clock, and I won't shake you to death!"

Chen Weiming also reacted that he could not see who his facial features were. There are many illusion masters in the world. The ancient world might admit his mistakes, but the Chaos Bell should not admit his mistakes.

"Don't be swaying, in a sense, I'm really Chen Pan!"

The figure shrugged: "But I am worse than you. I am neither a soul nor a soul mark. I am just a memory and cannot be considered a life."

"Memory?" Gu Zhou frowned: "What does it mean?"

This is not a trivial matter, so we naturally have to ask clearly. He really couldn't feel Chen Pan's breath from the other party, to be precise, he couldn't feel any breath of life.

Chen Pan rubbed the sun and pointed at Chen Weiming again: "His grandma raises bears, and I actually don't adapt to this state. I have to ask him."

"Ask me?" Chen Weiming was stunned, not understanding the reason.

"Don't you ask who do you ask?" Chen Pan curled his lips: "You have nothing to do and ask him about your previous life, which is my business. It's fine to ask casually, but you actually ask so much. For my understanding, the inner demon can feel it through the first perspective."

"If you read these memories telepathically, it is equivalent to directly retrieving the memories. Under normal circumstances, our memories will be integrated. But the problem is that the memory of the inner demon is not complete, and then you are extremely repulsive and fused with my memories in your heart, so you will be schizophrenia."

"Schizophrenia?" Gu Zhou and Chen Weiming both frowned and couldn't understand.

"Well... this word is too professional, you can't understand!" Chen Pan thought for a while and then explained: "That's, we were originally integrated, but there was a problem and the integration failed. Then I was rejected from your memory and became this ghost."

"I am not a living body, I am just a memory body. But memory determines the soul imprint, and the soul imprint determines personality. So, to some extent, I am also similar to Chen Pan's soul imprint, and I can think about it."

It sounded very difficult, but Chen Weiming understood one thing and said: "In the extraterritorial world of demons... was it you?"

"That's right, it's me!" Chen Pan nodded, then sat down in the void, looking at Chen Weiming, shaking his head slightly: "It was so fatal at that time. I was rejected and turned into a memory. Not only did I have Chen Pan's memory, but I also had to accept your memory and straighten the two... If it weren't for the help of thousands of gods and conscious techniques, I would have exploded at that time."

"Fortunately, I am smart enough to pretend to be a three-foot sword and deceive the inner demon. Otherwise, the matter of pretending to be a inner demon would probably be exposed."

So that's it. Chen Weiming suddenly realized that no wonder that "he" would lie.

After a moment of shock, he came back to his senses and asked quickly: "Since you are alive... it is a good thing to come out like this. What did you plan to do in this life? What are you going to do in this life? What the Holy Lord said, He told you some secrets, what is the secret..."

After asking some questions in a row, Chen Pan shouted directly: "Stop and stop... I don't know any of the questions you asked."

"How come you don't know?" Chen Weiming's voice was eight tones higher: "If you don't even know, who else can know?"

Over the years, the more he has come into contact with, the greater his doubts, and he doesn't know how to answer. Now he has finally found the real owner, so he naturally asked them all. But the other party said he didn't know, how could he believe it?

"I told you that I am just to some extent equal to Chen Pan, not really Chen Pan!" Chen Pan shook his head helplessly: "I am a memory formed by the fusion of the memory of the inner demon and your memory. What I have now is your memory, as well as the memory of the inner demon."

"But the memory of the inner demon is not equal to Chen Pan's memory. He only knows what happened before Chen Panjidao. He doesn't know anything about what happened after Jidao, so I don't know either. And only those memories after Chen Panjidao you ask, so it's useless to ask me."

Chen Weiming couldn't believe it: "But when you were in the extraterritorial world of demons, how could you be so powerful..."

"It's just that there is no extreme memory, but I'm half memory and half enlightenment." Chen Pan said lightly: "And the extraterritorial demon world is the world of the spiritual body, and the memory body is also a kind of spiritual body. With the help of your body, I'm very powerful in that world."

"But when I arrived in this world, I could do nothing. Apart from watching, I could only float around like a ghost."

As he spoke, he turned into a white dress, pale as snow, like a ghost, rising and falling.
Chapter completed!