The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Su Xinghan rejected his statement.

“The spirit of the divine object is completely different from the residual thoughts of the Jiwu.

The former has a spirit, but the latter does not.

How about resurrection from the dead or the birth of a new consciousness? ” It’s not very complicated to say.

The spirit of a divine object can grow. When it first gives birth to its spirituality, although it is ignorant and may only be able to express some simple thoughts, as time goes by, its spirituality gradually deepens, just like a human child who grows up and quickly He is a qualified spirit clan.

For example, the Canghai Divine Sword of the Canghai Sword Sect can express wishes in a weak way; the Qiankun Daotu can communicate directly with people; as for Su Xinghan, the only spirit of heaven and earth, he is no different from ordinary people.

It’s no wonder that there is such a term as the spirit race, which seems to acknowledge the existence of the spirit of fetish as a life race.

The residual thoughts in Jiwu cannot grow or communicate. They are more like wild beasts that only have instincts and cannot be tamed, or in other words, worse than wild beasts.

Because the beast still has self-awareness, and Jiwu Cannian is just a chaotic idea washed away by the evil spirit and resentment between heaven and earth. It does not even have the concept of self and cannot communicate with it.

The level of desperation is, at most, about the same as the thoughts of plants—many people don’t even think that plants have any thoughts at all.

Obviously, it is impossible for humans to admit that a "plant" has life consciousness and a self-soul.

After listening to Su Xinghan's explanation, Yan Weilou finally understood.

The word "spirituality", in other words, is actually called "consciousness". Only when the Eldar have self-awareness can it be counted as life.

The residual thoughts without self-awareness are like a mass of humanoid flesh and blood gathered together. After all, they are just a mass of flesh and blood, not a person.

"So, the remains of the celestial being just now were the birth of Cannian?" Yan Weilou suddenly understood, and then burst into laughter.

No wonder the hand bone just bounced up and blocked the road for no apparent reason, and was easily kicked away by him.

It's like an old man whose reaction is slower than a clay pat, and reaches out slowly to fight. The young man can just push it casually and it will fall apart.

No threat.

... Could this be a joke? Seemingly sensing Yan Weilou's indifference, Su Xinghan hurriedly added: "This should be a remnant of his recent birth, as he is not flexible enough to control things.

If it is an ancient Ji object that has been corroded by evil spirits and produces residual thoughts, the longer the time goes by, the deeper the control of the residual thoughts will be over the Ji objects.

Logically speaking, there is even a very small possibility that the Celestial Remains can exert their full strength during their lifetime.

" Yan Weilou immediately nodded silently with understanding.

He already understood the unfinished meaning of Xiu Xinghan's words.

Neither of them knew what the origin of this boundless mysterious sea of ​​fog was.

Not long after he walked in, he discovered the remains of the Celestial Being. It was obvious that there could not be only one skeleton among them.

There may be more remains in the future, and even the remnants of Jiwu that were born. You must not think too highly of yourself and be unprepared.

Not long after these words were said, the two of them heard something vaguely, looked at each other suddenly, and stopped in tacit agreement.

I saw bursts of surging Liandi suddenly rippling out of the vast sea of ​​fog in front of me, and gray air waves surged over me layer by layer.

Like a group of wild beasts galloping in the forest and green sea, the ground beneath their feet was shaking slightly.

Accompanied by a "creaking" sound like a swaying wooden door, the existence in the sea of ​​fog finally revealed its true face - a complete skeleton, three or two broken bones, a rusty sword, a tip full of cracks, and even It was a tattered flag and some completely unrecognizable metal fragments... A lot of messy things surrounded the two people from all directions, some of them flew from mid-air, and some of them jumped on the ground. Jumping forward, no matter what, this large number of Ji objects controlled by Can Nian were unswervingly coming towards the two of them.

The menacing posture was like that of the Su Guards who had been invaded by an enemy and wanted to defend their homeland.

Although the scene may seem funny, the evil spirits rising from all directions have almost condensed into reality, and it seems like there are dark clouds in the air that are pressing down on the two people.

The terrifying evil spirit directly impacted the minds of the two of them.

Many of them are the remains of heavenly beings, as well as the remains of top ancient demon kings. Even the broken swords are mostly fragments of divine weapons.

After countless years of accumulating evil spirits, one can imagine the ferocious power.

Just the "power" of these countless Ji objects gathered together is enough to crush the minds of ordinary practitioners, causing them to be directly hit by the evil energy to the point of brain death.

The soul was directly impacted, Yan Weilou's eyebrows hurt, and his face instantly turned pale.

The forbidden land in the sky seems to be very unfriendly to him. First it cut off the spiritual energy, and now there is a wave of soul attacks... He still had the intention to tease himself in his mind, but a muffled groan escaped from Yan Weilou's throat.

"Ayan!" A trace of worry flashed in Su Xinghan's eyes, which soon turned into a cold and decisive killing intent. His eyes, which were like an ice cave, quickly glanced at the Jiwu who were gathering around him, and he suddenly took a step forward.

"You keep your true energy, and I will take care of these things.

" Touching the ground with his toes, the man in white suddenly jumped into the air. His broad, snow-white sleeves drew an arc in the air, and a strong wind seemed to arise around him, blowing through his flying hair. The hem of his sleeves eventually turned into an extremely cold air, moving towards the group of demonic and dancing beasts below.

This gray fog sea will corrode the human body. At the moment when Su Xinghan jumped out of the air, the white flames that originally only covered the three feet around the two people were also extremely flexible under Yan Weilou's control, and quickly spread out along with Su Xinghan.

Strands of white flames were like fireflies, always lingering around Su Xinghan, burning the gray fog sea into nothingness wherever he passed.

He cleared the obstruction of the gray fog for him first.

At this moment, the two cooperated very well.

In the shining light, Su Xinghan stepped into the air, his white clothes like flowing clouds and waterfalls, and the mighty cold air flow was like a vast ocean, freezing the large areas of millet in front of him with a layer of frost.

Although it was not a one-shot kill, it made many millet movements clumsy.

He swooped down, stroked his palm in the air, and instantly condensed the air into ice. The cold and icy ice beads flew out of his sleeves, like a torrential rain.

At this time, Yan Weilou also took the opportunity to attack. He did not use a big move that consumed too much true energy. He just picked up a long sword, and his figure flashed like a phantom and came to a corpse. The sharp tip of the sword suddenly pointed out.

It skillfully pierced the small hole in the bones that had just been pierced by the ice beads, splitting the skeleton.

Ding Ding Ding Ding - in the dense and endless collision sound, he was like an elusive phantom, and only countless flashes of sword light could be seen shuttling in the "rainstorm".

And every time a drop of "raindrop" penetrated a certain millet, the sword light would follow closely, just falling on the wound, piercing it a second time, and completely dismantling it.

The countless times of perfect coordination made the flashing sword light seem to become a beautiful and natural dance, leaving only a natural trajectory.

As time went by, the two of them got along better and better.

Yan Weilou even had a feeling that they were in tune with each other and could cooperate with each other in a moment.

Since he only "finished the fight" for Su Xinghan every time, relying on the attack power of the two to defeat the enemy, Yan Weilou's true energy consumption was not much, but it was more difficult to control the calamity fire.

The more casually he danced the long sword in his hand, the more light and ethereal his body became, and it was unpredictable.

His consciousness seemed to be divided into two halves, one half was fighting very soberly and rationally, and every blow could hit the flaw.

The other half seemed to be drunk, dizzy and drunk, immersed in the wonderful feeling of mutual understanding, unable to extricate himself.