Reincarnation Tribulation: My Ability Is to Read the Memory of the Dead

#Fight#, #survival#, ## .... Fuck. . . , Fell into the trap again! [When the bone blade drinks blood, the soul-suppressing array roars; where the soul jade breaks, brothers turn against each other - we have to use our lives to fill this calamity! Shen Yanzhi clutched the hot soul-soothing jade and listened to the bloody scream of the bone blade, and then he understood his grandfather's dying words: "The dearest person hides the sharpest knife." In the black mist of Broken Dragon Pass, Shen Mo's dagger pierced his shoulder, but he paused when he saw the blood lines on his palm - it was the unique mark of the Shen family's bloodline, exactly the same as the Soul Calming Talisman that sealed the Netherworld King three hundred years ago. "Brother, please believe me once..." Shen Mo's blood dripped on the soul jade, and the jade light suddenly exploded, revealing the remnant soul of the Netherworld King grinning ferociously at the bottom of the spiritual abyss. When Chen Xiaoqi's green scale sword split open the eighth walking corpse, the dragon scale pendant suddenly became hot. The silhouette of Long Zhan holding the Nether Crystal Core in the mirror perfectly matches the background of the last communication with his father before his disappearance. The moment Lin Shuang's Qingxin Jade froze the Nether Vine, the mark on his heart lit up with green light. She finally saw the truth deep in the bronze mirror: she was no ordinary orphan, but a descendant of the Dragon Clan woman and Shen Jinghong, and the one who had trapped Lingyuan for three hundred years was never the Nether King. Twelve pieces of soul jade trembled in the palm of his hand, and Shen Yanzhi suddenly understood - the so-called soul-suppressing array was never a seal, but a sacrifice.