Yuanshen, picked up a Grass God's Eye

But Dongshan never admits that it is him, with white hair like an old man, white skin like a dead man, white pupils like a ghost, and black eyes. On the basis of roughly similarity, some changes are added to bring about an effect like the uncanny valley.

Synchronization is useless, enter the second stage.

【come to fight】

In the pitch black nothingness, the purplish-black light flow that has always been lingering on the demon knife bursts out.

——Wandering and cutting the knife!

The evil spirits overflowed, and the spirits ran away, facing Dong Shan and beheaded him with arrogance.

boom--!

Chapter 14 The Eye of the Grass God

Only one knife!

Come down!

Before Dongshan could react, the power contained in this knife had already exploded, not falling, but smashing him down.

Very good, compared to those death experiences where memories are synchronized, this trick has a stronger sense of substitution, and Dongshan feels that he has been hacked to death.

"It hurts! Cough!...What the hell!"

It happened so fast, before he could react, he was bruised and purple, feeling like he was being thrown flying more than [-] meters, and barely stopped.

After realizing the phantom pain all over his body, he realized that the fatal wound he had been hacked to death with a terrifying knife had already healed under his subconscious denial.

[Monster-like strong will, you are terrifying in essence]

The consciousness of Yaodao is very dignified.

【Come again, let me kill you—kill you a thousand times】

Dongshan still didn't respond.

Beaten, beaten, beaten.

Struggles take the form of battles.

Stand up stand up stand up.

Struggle takes the form of immortality.

Although you have the expressiveness of a BOSS debut, isn't this a new round of death experience nightmare?What's the difference?

dream in dream dream...

He has fully understood.

But it fucking hurts!

It hurts, it hurts too much.

But Dongshan stubbornly refused to be assimilated by those death experiences that he felt.

What makes him so strong, is it love?

Love you hammer twist.

[difficult to understand]

Yaodao's consciousness gradually changed from dignified to bewildered.

【What exactly makes your heart?】

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Dong Shan was also suffocated and depressed after being beaten.

Right now it is a bad battle with no end in sight.

But no one can give up.

[The world is like a shadow, but it is just a dream of Xumi. This is my body. Your consciousness has sunk into the deepest part of me, revealing a deeper essence.]

Demon Sword's consciousness slowly expressed:

[Between Sumi and Dream, our struggle is also a display of will]

【Human wills are mostly masked, hypocritical and ridiculous things】

[Seeing 'other people's masks', but thinking that I saw 'other people's sincerity', I can't really see everyone's hidden appearance clearly, only the wish is true]

[Tear off your mask, reveal your essence, expose the true face hidden under the clothes, and reveal your true heart in your dreams]

【You should be so pale and empty】

The 'Dong Shan' on the opposite side vibrated the knife, the demon knife shone with a strange brilliance, reflecting that ghostly look, 【Then what are you】

"It's none of your business, you're making noise to death." Dongshan was completely unmoved, if the struggle exists in the form of fighting, then don't bother with any of the enemy's rhetoric.

Be firm in your heart, don't think or think.

Don't ask him why he still persists.

The reasons are simple yet complex, even absurd and stubborn.

How could someone die while playing a game?

That is the tenacious will like a dimensionality reduction blow.

Substitute into it, but can completely leave it.

It's like having a pathetic thick wall that is unbreakable, completely separating the self-consciousness from the consciousness of others, showing the essence of you playing tricks, but I refuse.

It is this pathetic thick barrier that makes all the violence of the demon sword powerless. If violence can really solve all problems, there will not be so many powerlessness in the world.

【Worth mentioning】

Qianlu's skills are poor in the third move, the images of the dark and emptiness world in front of him are switching, and they are synchronized again, the demon knife is trying to forcibly cover Dongshan's sobriety in the past, drowsiness lingers, dreams change...

Can't change.

I understand the truth, but I just don't give up, Dongshan continues to fight.

This kind of wrestling is different from the past.

The square inch is always the same, and even reversed, as if he didn't realize the "self" at the beginning, he was aware of the invasion at the moment, at this moment, Dong Shan was aware of it, and he could interfere with this dream.

It's a rebound, yes, it's me who rebounds.

"So that's it, then, what is your dream?!!!"

The moment he realized the opportunity, Dong Shan had an unusually ferocious smile. He was beaten and persisted, but he was...very angry.

[Have you been able to control this power, hmph, but in vain]

The consciousness of Yaodao tried to show disdain.

But, [Wait, this is!Why do you, why do you know about that knife...]

A moment of panic is the biggest flaw in the struggle of consciousness.

The dream has irreversibly accelerated its changes, but it is no longer based on Dongshan's fear.

replaced by:

"Have you ever heard of, 'Wuxiang's knife'."

[Naturally, that knife can only be seen when the divine punishment descends.That knife is the pinnacle of General Lei Dian's martial arts, and is the strongest symbol. 】

"That knife may not be unattainable. There will always be creatures on the ground who dare to face the majesty of Thunder."

Both Dongshan and 'Dongshan' subconsciously looked at the thunder that was rolling in the sky, the latter began to tremble, and the demon knife was trembling.

Fear or excitement?

This reaction is very strange.

Sure enough, you are a prototype like a thunderbolt cannon?

It's a pity that she wore it too early, and didn't know the origin of this knife, but at this moment, the dream world has turned into a magnificent state, the sky is full of thunder, and there is a general of thunder and lightning coming from the void. Under her feet, the thunder automatically condenses into steps, Carrying the ruling power of this world, the ancient demon god.

It's like stepping on the stairs from your own heavenly throne to the battlefield.

【Ah, damn you】

'Dong Shan' raised the demon knife, and put Dong Shan in front of it in a very inhuman way.

"What are you..."

The cursing was blocked, and I don't know how many souls, what's the use, they all stood in front, Yaodao looked at General Lei Dian nervously, as if preparing to fight with all his strength.

Without any reaction to this, General Raiden just walked down the throne of heaven step by step.

The demon knife became more and more weird.

[Master General!Pass it on with one heart!Cage fishing bottle with one heart, join in!To show you the power of this body, to show the power of 'one heart', to show the master's irreplaceable knife forging skills in the world...]

Nothing is indicated.

Nor did he listen.

In the demon sword's nightmare, General Lei Dian just used his sword.

Countless thunders flickered, and the lightning in the sky almost tore everything apart.

One knife, cut off.

Stopped abruptly.

Dongshan was chopped off at the same time, but he carried it off with ease.

"That's it?"

When the breaking sound sounded, and when everything in front of him completely changed, he cursed in pain, but he also saw clearly that he was surrounded by many ghost-like souls.

They covered their eyes, blocked their ears, entangled and trapped themselves, and the black chains wrapped around them...

Get out, get out of here.

When he broke free, a green-haired man was staring at him. Dongshan remembered that he was beheaded by the demon knife.

"Don't look at it, you bastard who is working for a tiger."

Bangbang punched him twice, and Dongshan looked around.

The demon sword or something, he punched himself hard, but he bounced back a bit. It was also a nightmare, so he took a break.

Dongshan looked at the source of these souls, the red blade body, the demon sword soul body lingering in dark purple light.

Here, it also looks like a knife.

And those streamers seemed to have turned into chains, tentacles with fangs and claws, dancing and entangled those souls, and there were also chains trying to entangle Dong Shan, trying to keep him here forever.

Die here alone.

"Fuck you!"

Dongshan grabbed those chains, and they had been broken from them. At least one-third of them were connected to his body, and remained because of the disconnection. He also felt incredible that he could control it.

Shared... power?

Not much, but enough.

This feeling is the same as his own body being shared now. He can also share a part of the body of the demon knife in turn.

Especially the huge dark consciousness of Yaodao is no longer active, and there is no way to stop it.

"What's the origin of this ghost thing? I thought it was just a trial work, but it didn't look right."

Never mind him, get out now.

Suppressing doubts, without the suppression of the demon sword, Dong Shan woke up from the nightmare smoothly.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the same place when he lost consciousness. The struggle in his consciousness seemed short, but in fact it was long. And, there is a knife in hand.

It seemed to have really stopped, and the dense streamer fell into silence, allowing Dongshan to easily control more parts of his body.

Damn, this is obviously my body.

He cursed and moved again, his left hand, legs, body, and even his right hand were all normal, except that he couldn't throw away the demon knife.

"Dog skin plaster!"

And it's a dog skin plaster that's hard to get rid of.

The demon sword is just an appearance, and the real crux lies in the body. After regaining control of his body, through the oppressed new sense of 'self', he can perceive the huge sense of oppression dormant in his body. Enveloping a large area of ​​souls, the essence may be ghosts of demon gods.