"Your previous body is still there, and Liu Qincao has been taking care of you..."

Jiang Xiaoyu wanted to say something else, but seeing the uncertain expression on Wu Haojun's face, he swallowed his words again.

"What else?"

Wu Haojun looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and continued to ask.

Jiang Xiaoyu cleared his throat and replied: "1.0

The version you have is the strongest, the version 2.0 is weaker, and the one you are fighting for is version 3.0, which is relatively weaker."

Wu Haojun: "..."

Jiang Xiaoyu said it lightly, but Wu Haojun had no doubts because he had indeed dreamed of a similar scene in his dream.

But I didn't care about it at the time. It wasn't until Jiang Xiaoyu mentioned it at this moment that I suddenly realized it.

It turns out those were not dreams, but memories of other versions of myself.

"Don't get too hung up on these," Jiang Xiaoyu said, "Those previous memories are all false, because they are just a program."

Wu Haojun scratched his head, feeling that all this was incredible.

According to Jiang Xiaoyu.

He created this world as soon as he thought about it.

Therefore, everything in this world was born from the moment it was created.

Including everyone's memories, they only appeared at this moment, so Jiang Xiaoyu said that the previous memories were all fictitious.

"Thank you very much. You helped me get to know myself again."

Wu Haojun joked.

"The main reason I'm telling you this is to enable you to win the next game."

Jiang Xiaoyu's face turned serious.

Wu Haojun is a little curious. If the entire world is virtual and even people's memories can be tampered with, what is the meaning of winning or losing a game?

"Not long ago, I met a group of people. Like me, they are the ones who created this world. They call themselves the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

Jiang Xiaoyu lowered his voice and spoke word by word.

Twelve ancestral witches?

Wu Haojun went to the Nine Heavens just last night and saw the end of the world, but he did not expect that there were still twelve ancestral witches.

If they were all creators as Jiang Xiaoyu said, I'm afraid each one of them would be ridiculously strong.

Jiang Xiaoyu continued: "But you don't have to worry about them, but be careful of the gods and immortals. These are time travelers just like you. Don't die in their hands, otherwise I may not be able to save you."

According to the other Twelve Ancestral Witches, you are all time travellers. Once you are killed, you may not be able to be resurrected again, so you must be careful!"

Wu Haojun smiled and said: "You only have one life, of course I will be careful!"

Jiang Xiaoyu put on the armor and mask of the Immortal King again: "I have said everything that needs to be said, and the rest is up to you. As for the secrets of me and this world, I will tell you the next time I have the opportunity."

Wu Haojun returned to the ring.

This time, Shi Hai was not only completely suppressed.

And even the injuries on his body cannot be recovered.

"There's no way I can lose to you!"

Shi Hai was full of fighting spirit.

He has never been in such a state.

The claws and the broad sword clashed.

Amid the splashing dazzling sparks, Shi Hai's hands were cut off by Cui Ming's sword and fell to the ground.


Chapter completed!