Reverend Insanity

Chapter 640: The Road to Life

Datong windscreen is constantly approaching, which is the main reason for the will of Juyang to recruit and descend the source.

If Fangyuan voluntarily surrenders and offers Juyang Zhenyuan, everything will be fine.

But Fang Yuan was lonely and still did not surrender. The will of Juyang had to be spelled out!

“Black Lulan, this is a magic trick for you to unleash your secret seal and show the true power of the Decathlon. Your strength is real, your resilience is the first in the world, far above the other nines. Don't worry, if you blow yourself up, I'll save you.” The will of the giant yang said, giving Black Lulan a power magic trick.

Get your thoughts on Twilight Immortal trick, Black Language is hard to hide excitement: “Lord Xie Ancestor! ”

At the same time, the will of the giant yang promises many advantages to other tricksters, distributing a trickster.

Giant Yang will inspire the morale: “This little thief has done a lot of evil and eradicated him. You are all famous heroes of the North Plains! You will be honored wherever you go. ”

“We all know that being illuminated by the light of wisdom reduces life expectancy. But now, this situation will continue to be delayed, and sooner or later it will be killed by the same windscreen. What's the difference between losing some life and dying? ”

“And if you haunt him, I will surely strike, and I will kill him! ”

Everyone looks at me, I look at you.

The will of the giant yang has an unparalleled prestige, it is the legacy of its ancestors, the temptation of coercion, the situation forced it, the people gathered courage, the tiger looked to the source.

“Strange, why isn't he dead? He should have lost his life so long after being exposed?” Suddenly, questions have been raised.

If Fangyuan dies, they don't have to spell it again.

“That's because he's dead. He became a zombie monster, a living dead man. The deceased does not have a life expectancy, so he will not die of old age even if the irradiation lasts longer.” Black Lulan openly explains, breaking people's fantasies.

“How dare you!! ”

The crowd was surprised to finally understand that it was necessary to fight.

As if the air had solidified, the magicians were willing to burst, which would undoubtedly be the final showdown!

They have great confidence in the source of the killings. After all, there is a powerful and true force, and there is the will of a giant yang. But they're nervous, too.

The horrific power of the source is also deeply ingrained.

“Killing this demon head is certain, but there must be casualties in the battle. Never be me!” This is the universal voice.

The more depressed the atmosphere, the more the fighting will start.

And at that point, there was another mutation.

The wisdom trick suddenly put away the wisdom halo and stuck its head in the swarm of flying dancers.

Previously, it tried its best to pour the nine-spin scent, but now it has completely converged, hidden in the herd, and quickly disappeared.

Everyone was stunned.

The will of the giant yang first reacted, haha laughed: “Fantastic! The wild will of this wisdom has just come into being, and it's very childish. Previously stood up for halos in case other lives approached you. Now I realize that the war is imminent, in order to avoid myself, I escaped first! ”

There is no better case than this, when the people rejoice.

Without the obstruction of the intelligent halo, the will of the giant yang can participate directly in the war.

“Demon Head, you think the wisdom trick of the barrier is gone! ”

“It's time for you to die! ”

“Demon Head, you have sinned so much that you have finally come to this end. You're dead!”

Everyone shouted and their morale soared.

The will of the giant yang is even more foolish.

“Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!” Fangyuan suddenly broke the silence and laughed heavenly. Laughter clouds, indiscriminate madness, and overwhelming voices.

He blue-faced his teeth and his eyes burned with fierce light.

Despite strong resilience, the wounds were too severe and still fractured.

He had only one arm left and his body was shattered, but the momentum erupted suddenly, forcing everyone to step back a little.

“Goddamn demon, what are you so arrogant about dying? ”

“What a laugh! ”

Black Lulan took a giant step forward, he was like a bear, his eyes stared: “Demon head, you must kill yourself if you do wrong, now you are a dead end! ”

“Fang Yuan, the only chance of surrender I've given you, and you haven't seized it. Now you're in heaven with no way in!” The willingness of the giant yang to cut off the iron drinks.

Mao Yao's will also said: "Kid, you don't have to make a fool of yourself. The momentum of nothingness will not stop them. Don't you want to see the treasure of the Red Lotus Demon? The war is coming, and if you get knocked out of your head by the will of the giant yang, I can't save you anymore. Give it up. It's desperate. There's no way out! Hurry up and use the spring and autumn cicada! ”

Fang Yuan stopped laughing and said in a dull voice: “Don't you hear the path of no man? As long as I want to go, the road is at my feet! ”

Everyone was stunned, so familiar. Just think about it. It turns out to be a classic in the Ancestry of Man.

In Ancestry, chapter 3, verse 3 --

There is a vast and complex maze in the Valley of Drop, where the ancestors are searching for the missing North Plough Ice, and they themselves are lost in the maze. For days and nights in a row, he has not found an exit.

He was exhausted, paralyzed on the floor and backed against the walls of the maze.

Borderless solitude, quickly wrapped around him.

This is all because he gave his original heart to hope, and now what he has is a lonely heart.

The feeling of loneliness was intolerable, and the ancestors feared loneliness, for which they had tried to dig their own eyes and become one son and one daughter to accompany themselves.

But now he can only endure the torment of solitude.

In solitude, the ancestors felt endless silence, confusion and pain. Time seemed to stand still, and he was the only one left in the world, alone, with no one to depend on and no fire to warm him up.

Ancestors were suffocated once, but over time he grew accustomed to loneliness and even began to taste loneliness.

He started to feel lonely, but not terrible.

In solitude, he felt tranquil, quiet and peaceful.

He said to himself, "Man, what are you? So struggling in the heavens and the earth, so hurrying. ”

Then he heard a voice coming from his body: "O man, you are the Spirit of all things. You're lonely, so eager to be pacified, understood, proven. All you want to do now is find your way out of this shithole. ”

Ancestor was shocked: “Who, who's talking to me? ”

The voice laughed again: "I'm a trick, it's called ‘myself'. You look into your heart and you'll find me. ”

The ancestors rushed to look at their lonely heart, and they saw a trick in the deepest part of their heart.

The worm, as alive as he is, has only shrunk tens of millions of times and is only the size of an ant.

Anjou Daqi: “Hey, how did you get into my body, you worm? ”

"Ever since you had life, I've been in your body, only you haven't noticed. To find out I'm not easy, I need to look at my heart alone. ”

“That's right.” His ancestors lacked interest and did not think he wanted to, and he was still worried about the North Plough Ice.

"You should be happy, ancestor," she smiled. You know, finding yourself, knowing yourself, is the first big thing in life. I'm the most reliable person in the world. Let me help you get out of here. ”

“Can you help me get out of here? No way. Did you lead me out of the Valley and across the river?” The ancestors were surprised and surprised.

He made himself laugh: "Why do you have to take this route, ancestor? The way out and the way in the doors of life and death are all traces of the way out when fate calls for fairness. When you get up there, you're doomed and set up. You have to be reborn. To get out of here, you better take a whole new path. ”

Ancestor was very confused: "Didn't you say there was only one way? Wisdom tricks have told me, where's the second road? ”

"Ancestor, if you want to go, the road is at your feet. ”

The ancestors were even more confused: “How am I supposed to go? ”

"I told you, first you have to ‘want' to go. ”

“Think?” The ancestors tried to start their brains and figure out how to walk.

He thought about it for half a day, he was so dizzy, he finally jumped out of his head.

This manipulative ancestor recognizes that he is a good friend of man and a manipulative mind.

“Wherever there is thought, there is me.” Thought tricks, “man, you are in trouble again, let me help you. ”

Speaking, thoughts and tricks shine brightly and lighten the ancestors.

Ideas have the ability to dot everything. Life dictated by thought gets wings.

In the beginning, the sun recklessly gained “self” wings and flew into the sky.

After the glow dissipated, the ancestors also gained a pair of wings.

This pair of wings, growing at his ankle, is very compact.

Thoughts dictate, “Well, these wings are called independence, ancestors, and it will help you get out of a new path. Be careful, new roads are hard to follow, other tricks can't be relied upon, only by yourself. ”

After that, the manipulation disappeared.

Ancestor was still very confused: “What am I supposed to do? ”

“Step forward and open your path. This is your own way too! You can only go alone!” My mantra is exhilarating.

The ancestors took a step forward.

Boom!

The next moment, his vision changed dramatically.

……

Everyone was so angry when they reacted.

“This demon has lost his mind! ”

“Kill, join forces, kill him!! ”

“Oh, what are you, analogous to the ancestors? Then go. I'll see what you get out of here. ”

At last, the people lost patience and shouted at each other. Together, they slaughtered the past.

Pfft.

At this point, Black Lulan's face suddenly appeared painful, spitting blood out of his mouth.

“Come on, good.” Fang Yuan grinned and smiled.

He lifted his only remaining arm and punched it straight.

Boom.

A blast erupted and a fist erupted, quickly condensing into a force fiction in the air.