The red robes fluttering all over the sky were dazzling for a moment, and it was impossible to tell the real thing from the fake one.
"Red represents confusion."
Thousands of red-robed priests spoke at the same time, murmuring to themselves: "Staying in this tomb that never sees the light of day, have you ever thought about the value of your existence?"
There seemed to be some inexplicable bewitching meaning in the voice.
Although the "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" is powerful, under the erosion of the spore fungus, its mental toughness is no longer as strong as before, and it even feels a little dizzy.
"That's right."
The movements of the densely packed figures are almost the same.
The Crimson Tide priest shook his head and said: "Xuanyuan Feng back then just used you as a tool."
The strange light in his eyes became more and more intense.
With his hands still crossed on his chest, the Crimson Tide Priest raised a sly and strange smile on his lips, and continued: "Even after he has passed away, he still wants to continue to use you and let you stay in this damn underground imperial tomb all day long, forever. Protect the country for him!"
"Are you willing to be used like this?!"
"As a freak, don't you deserve freedom?!"
"In more than five hundred years, no matter how great the kindness is, you should have repaid it enough, right!?"
A series of soul tortures hit the depths of the "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit"'s soul.
"There is nothing to hesitate..."
A subtle aura emanated from the red-robed priest.
Like ink blended into clear water, it penetrates towards the "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" bit by bit.
Narrow your eyes.
Chichao continued to confuse him: "Since he is unkind and unjust, why do you continue to be so stupid and loyal?"
"Your strength is obvious to all. You have spent too much time for these ineffective humans..."
"Your master Xuanyuan Feng is already dead."
The tone was full of decisive attitude.
Crimson Tide roared in a deep voice: "From now on, you are truly free. No one can use your power anymore. As for those humans who have used you, they must pay a heavy price for it!"
Startled suddenly.
The "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" in front of him could not help but tremble.
It was as if an invisible hand suddenly and quietly penetrated into the self-consciousness in his body, and struck the heartstring called "confusion" with incomparable precision.
"free......"
Raise your left hand.
The armor all over his body darkened, and "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" silently recited this word, his tone full of uncertainty.
The so-called freedom.
This is the original intention that any living being would yearn for!
Even if it is as powerful as "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit", its lifespan cannot be infinite.
More than five hundred years...
As time went by, there was not much life essence left in his body.
Who in this world doesn’t want to live for themselves? !
My mind is in turmoil, and I have no master.
The Zhenguo freak in front of him was in a trance, and his entire self-consciousness was instantly occupied by the desire for freedom.
The light of his own sword slowly became dormant and dimmed along with the collapse of his faith.
He showed a satisfied smile.
In the void, the expressions of thousands of red-robed priests became even weirder.
"Hmph, what kind of freak of the country..."
Couldn't help but shook his head.
The use of special mental power offensive directly shook the self-awareness of "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit".
The Crimson Tide Priest was so proud that he already felt that he had a chance to win. He couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Like other creatures, he is just a poor creature trapped in self-denial."
Say it.
But I saw a dense crowd of priests raising their hands at the same time.
next moment--
One after another red thunder suddenly appeared and suddenly condensed from the opponent's hands.
A human wall composed of thousands of phantoms floated in the air, countless red rays of light were faintly accumulating, and terrifying energy fluctuations suddenly set off endless winds, pouring in all directions.
"'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', goodbye..."
Lift your chin.
The Crimson Tide priest had a cold expression and said in a deep voice: "I'll send you on your way."
Facing the eyes of the thundering flames all over the sky.
The "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" wearing battle armor lowered his head and showed no reaction.
The sword light protecting the body has long since disappeared.
At this moment, he seemed to be an undefended living target, completely silent in his own obsession and confusion.
"Am I really just a tool? 』
He kept asking himself questions, completely ignoring the danger.
Coupled with Zhao Tianyi's spore mycotoxin, the once arrogant Daxia Zhenguo freak "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" fell into complete chaos, his self-consciousness was confused, and he lost his original edge.
"Oh, let me go, it's so fresh!"
Beside the ear.
A familiar voice suddenly sounded.
"Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" was suddenly stunned, and his entire mind immediately fell into the memory buried deep in his subconscious.
It was raining continuously and the wind was blowing hard.
Located on the southwest border of Kyushu Continent, a crater with a diameter of a hundred meters suddenly appeared in the forest.
The ground at the scene was a mess, with human and freak corpses almost everywhere.
The middle area of the crater.
A rusty iron sword was stuck upside down in the protruding rock. No matter how the rain and strong winds raged, this ordinary-looking rusty sword remained motionless.
"I still don't believe what they said before..."
Wear tight fitting clothing.
His face was covered with mud and inexplicable blood stains. The young man in front of him looked very excited. He had an old-fashioned rifle on his shoulder and squatted in front of the iron sword.
"It's just a rusty broken sword, but it turns out to be a freak, and it can also speak human words. This is really something I've never seen in a long time!"
"Who are you? ! 』
The iron sword trembled slightly.
A cold voice was released from it, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Why do you appear here?" 』
The Weapon Spirit Freak who had just woken up looked a little frightened, and his tone was full of deep uneasiness.
"Something's wrong, this is obviously a lake. How did you humans get here?" ! 』
"Haha, don't be nervous."
The young man raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and said, "Although you don't have eyes, your five senses should still exist..."
Get up slowly.
The man in front of him turned around in a circle and said happily: "Look, the lake is gone long ago, why can't I come here?"
Be reminded by the other party.
The ignorant Weapon Spirit Freak finally woke up and immediately let out a breath and looked around.
as expected--
The former lake has long since dried up, and the air is filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and blood.
What scares it even more is.
Just beside the forest not far away, there were at least three to five humans cleaning the battlefield. Their auras were very strange, and there seemed to be something extremely terrifying in their bodies. Their strength was enough to crush them.
"Do not be afraid."
Squat again.
The young man in front of him grinned, showing his big white teeth, and vowed: "At least so far, as long as I am here, no one will hurt you."
