We agreed to practice martial arts, why the hell can you explode stars with one punch?.

"Why did a god who once dominated a region in the ancient times end up dancing madly in a corner of this strange royal court?"

Qin Feng couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Super ancient gods.

Different from ordinary gods.

They will be more powerful and wield more powerful divine authority.

An ordinary god.

In the endless torrent of history, we are not even qualified to be on the same level as them.

Said without politeness.

Every super ancient god.

Running till now.

They can all be called the kings of gods in a certain area.

however.

Such a powerful existence was now trapped in the strange and misty royal court, dancing wildly and non-stop. This made Qin Feng feel a little sad.

"Perhaps I can find some clues in the past memories of this super ancient god."

"A hint... a clue as to why she's dancing like crazy, and the secrets of this strange royal court."

With the fusion.

Perceive the life memories of super ancient gods.

The benefits Qin Feng gained can be said to be extremely huge.

The life of an ultra-ancient god.

What rich treasures are hidden there?

Even if it's just memory, knowledge.

It can still allow Qin Feng to undergo a complete transformation.

but.

What Qin Feng cares about more at the moment.

Or all kinds of secrets about the mysterious royal court.

"Ok?"

suddenly.

Qin Feng's heart moved.

As the perception of memory reached its end, he could clearly feel that the memory... was shattering!

This is the final scene of this ultra-ancient god's life.

It was like a piece of glass that had been broken into countless pieces.

Seems intermittent.

Quite fragmented.

And what's even weirder is.

These fragmented memory images appear extremely abstract and distorted. Not to mention piecing them together, there is not even any coherence between each piece of memory fragment.

It's like a jumping, chaotic dream.

Broken and confused with each other.

It's totally illogical.

"If I continue to delve deeper into these fragmented, abstract memories, I'm afraid... it will cause my mind to become disturbed and drive me insane."

Qin Feng withdrew his thoughts and consciousness bit by bit.

He frowned.

Obviously.

The root cause of the gods' wild dance and key information about the strange royal court should be hidden in this broken and blurred memory.

Unfortunately.

He couldn't go any deeper...

"Perhaps I don't even need to delve into it, and I can let the key information in this shattered memory emerge on its own?"

Sudden.

Qin Feng's eyes flashed.

Something came to mind.

He raised his hand.

Consciousness condenses into a cold and sharp knife of thought in a sea of ​​memory fragments.

"My dissection ability has now reached the highest level. Using the ability to 'dissect objects to find hidden treasures', I can dissect objects that are beyond concept. If I try a few more times, I might be able to directly reveal the information I want."

Without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Feng had an idea.

In the chaotic memory fragments of the ultra-ancient gods.

Cut straight down the knife of thought.

scoff!

The fragments of memory were like layers of shattered flesh and blood.

Being gradually dissected open.

Since the fragments are so complicated, the probability of activating the function of "dissecting objects to find hidden treasures" is obviously not very high.

After the preliminary autopsy, Qin Feng did not gain anything.

But Qin Feng is very patient.

Moreover.

The act of dissection takes place at the level of his thinking consciousness, where time almost stops, which is the same as the effect in the "Time Stop Realm".

As long as his mental consciousness can hold on.

How many dissections do you want?

You can dissect as many times as you want.

laugh!

Chi Chi!

As he dissected the body piece by piece.

The memory fragments of the super ancient gods were being analyzed more and more deeply.

Qin Feng no longer knew how many dissections he had performed.

suddenly.

Qin Feng's heart moved.

"Wow!"

In the sea of ​​memory filled with endless mottled fragments, a bright light suddenly shone.

"Is it shipped?"