The night stretched out in the cold wind.

It was like thick ink spreading, and the dark night began to spread from top to bottom. Not a single star could be seen in the lonely sky, only a slightly undulating black. At first, there was still the clear light of the moon, but after half an hour, the moon did not know where it was hidden.

In the ancient city of Enron, surrounded by sand, pedestrians are no longer visible on the streets. In the ancient tradition of making the sun and resting at sunset. Although it will be lively for a while after dark, people still rest early compared to the outside world.

Although the windows of each house have long since been de-lit, the lanterns in front of the doors still silently emit a warm light, illuminating everything around them - this is a safe tradition, and these lanterns often last until the second half of the night, and some even stay bright until dawn.

Thanks to the blessing of these lanterns, Qianzhou can see the movements of the opposite person clearly in the night.

What Sang Xia said Qianzhou could understand, but he couldn't agree with.

Perhaps, in his opinion, this is an unsolvable dilemma. But the history of mankind is the history of struggle, and the history of mankind is the history of making the impossible possible.

From lighting the first fire, to holding the thunder and lightning in the sky, from diving into the deep sea, to conquering the sky. Again and again, human beings have struggled with nature, making the impossible possible.

If you try just a few times, you attribute the failure to the environment itself. Qianzhou will never agree with such an idea!

If you feel that the world is dark, then find a way to light the fire, feel that people are indifferent, start to change from the surroundings, and feel that life is a pool of stagnant water, and discover the wonderful places in it.

Never pinning your future on gods, fate, or illusory wishes, this is what Qianzhou has always insisted on. Indulging one's own desires to the point of harming others is something that Qianzhou cannot tolerate.

So Qianzhou looked at the man with three hands on the other side and said, "Then the last question." Can you sit back and be investigated?"

"Of course not. Sansha replied as a matter of course, "That's too boring." ”

"In that case, there is no way. Qianzhou took a deep breath and let the past retreat as far as possible in his field of vision.

Strength can be easily obtained with the help of external forces, but the matching mind cannot be obtained overnight. The result of this is often to be enslaved by power and dominated by desire. In the end, the beast in human form destroys both others and itself.

What's more, the xenogenic essentia conveyed by Sangxia's arm seems to have the property of corrupting spirits. It is reasonable to make sense, there is no reason for Qianzhou to let such a dangerous guy wander safely.

"Interesting, do you want to play with me?" Sang Xia burst out laughing.

"Verbal persuasion didn't work, so I had no choice but to do it. ”

With Qianzhou's rhythmic breathing, the essentia in the body is channeled out. The invisible source in the air fluctuated slightly with Qianzhou's breathing, like a sea tide.

This is a technique that Qianzhou summed up in the use of essentia - this practice is less taxing on the body than directly calling essentia.

The third hand on Sanxia's right arm twisted his wrist and swiped in the air. In the next moment, a dark purple hole opened in front of Qianzhou.

The incision is about a meter long and half a meter wide. The edges are not smooth, but rather jagged.

Qianzhou didn't understand the operation of the strange hand at all, and the surrounding Dayuan was still under Qianzhou's control. This clever technique seems to project the attack directly through the space.

It's amazing, but—

"Rough. Qianzhou stretched out a finger and lightly touched the incision.

Silver flames burst into flames, seeping into the inside of the incision. Then an invisible blade slashed through, destroying the most basic structure of the incision. The purple incision was reduced to its purest essentia in an instant, and then neutralized by the silver flames of the Thousand Boats.

Although the strange hand is a tool, the power contained in it is very powerful, and the way it works is also extremely clever. But as a user, Sangxia's use of essentia is too crude. In Qianzhou's view, it is simply a direct stacking of building blocks, and it can't even talk about the structure. As long as you find the right place and push it gently, you can make the whole plate collapse.

It's just—

Qianzhou looked at his right hand, the dark purple mist that lingered on it had just been burned away by the silver flames.

The personality of this essentia is quite high, and Qianzhou often has to pay several times or even dozens of times the amount to dissolve it. That's a pretty exaggerated number. You must know that the essentia of Qianzhou uses history as the fuel for refining, and the quality is far beyond that of the same level.

"Is it really from the abyss? Qianshu dispersed the fire in his hand.

After close contact, Qianzhou really found a good abyssal aura that was covered. I just don't know where it comes from.

"It's like a poison wrapped in honey, and there is rotting skin beneath its shiny exterior. Qianzhou made an evaluation.

Of course, Sang Xia didn't know that just a photo, his bottom line had already been seen by Qianzhou for the most part. All he heard was Qianzhou's two-word evaluation of "rough".

Instead of getting angry, Sanxia was even more interested, as if he had found a new toy. He laughed, "Then look at how this goes." ”

Like a furnace heart running at full strength, the strange hand on Sang Xia's shoulder began to output a steady stream of xenoplasm. The smell of decay spread around Sanxia.

The strange hand swelled abruptly and folded back in a twisted position, its fingers open, and its joints turned out.

A cold wind suddenly blew on the street, and the lanterns on both sides were extinguished in an instant. If it weren't at night, you would be able to clearly see the purple of rotten wood in the wind.

The purple wind blew through the house, and the stone walls showed signs of melting. The melted, cloudy liquid popped along the walls, giving off a rancid smell mixed with a sweet and greasy smell.

Compared to the rough attack just now, the wind blowing this time was more than a few notches higher. The Great Source is corrupted, the air is rotten, and it seems that all good things will rot under this purple wind. Even the dragon scale cloak that wrapped Qianzhou's whole body made a "zizi" sound in the wind.

It's not that Sansha has made such exaggerated progress in this short period of time, but that he has begun to entrust the control to the ugly monster. It wasn't so much that he was using the power of that strange hand, but that it was the strange hand manipulating him.

What's even more terrifying is that he himself doesn't know it.

As long as this process continues, then in the end, the Sanxia personality itself will cease to exist. It will be the will of the people behind the scenes that drive this body.

In the past, he hid behind a wall in the distance, and cautiously poked out half of his head.

The streets were dark, and only the howling wind could be heard. It's like thousands of soldiers colliding, and it's like a glacier cracking.

The ground was blown by the wind, forming irregular depressions, filled with a muddy, rancid liquid.

In the past, I saw my teacher standing in the middle of the street without evasion, with a straight back, like a strong bamboo on the edge of a cliff. The delicate silver patterns on the clothes radiated a brilliant light, becoming the only source of light in the darkness.

Then the teacher stretched out his right hand and held it upward.

As if the pause button was pressed, the rushing wind came to a moment of stillness.

The pale silver flames burst out, roaring, roaring, rebuking—

Angry at this rotten night, angry at the passing of light!

"Do not go gently into that good night,

The old should burn and roar at dusk;

Angry, angry at the fading of the light.

Though the wise man at his deathbed understands the truth of darkness,

Because their words didn't burst into lightning, they

And he didn't walk gently into that good night. ”

In the past, I heard the clear but high-pitched voice of my teacher. From that flame, she saw what she had always envied.

It is a will as strong and dazzling as the sun, daring to face all the cruelty and injustice of this world. No evasion, no submission, no pride, no inferiority. Dare to cut off the minions of others who are evil, and dare to expose the scars on your own body.

As long as I have a clear conscience, then - although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!

"It's dazzling. The old man muttered.

The extinguished lantern suddenly came back on, and clusters of flames burned in the wind. The warm light of the fire dispelled the night, but it was not as bright as the moon held up by a thousand boats.

The bright moon rose out of Qianzhou's hand, coating everything around it with a layer of silver paste. The blazing silver light jumped into the sky dozens of meters high, like the Milky Way pouring down, reflecting the sky as if it were day.

This dazzling light made the old years have to squint.

The storm that had been invincible dissolved like snow and ice in the moonlight, and the rancid liquid on the ground evaporated. As long as the shallow pits and the depressions in the walls tell the story of what has happened.

Sanxia was half-kneeling on the ground, and there were no scars visible on his body. It's just that the third hand on the shoulder hangs down weakly, and there are still many similar burnt marks on it.

Qianzhou put his hands back in his pockets, and there was not much smug emotion in his heart. It didn't seem interesting to him to bully a novice who had just gained supernatural powers, and he didn't even have the desire to pull out the fragments.

"Interesting, interesting. It turns out that I've been sitting in the well and watching the sky. Sansha gasped for air.

"In that case, come with us. Don't you notice that your mental state is starting to be abnormal? That hand on your body is changing your mind little by little. In the end, it is not certain who is the tool and who is the master. Take it off, it's good for you and good for others. "Qianzhou is kind and persuasive.

"That's not going to work. ”

The arm on Sanxia's shoulder clenched into a fist. The remaining essentia was squeezed out, and the purple palm instantly dried up, as if only a skin remained.

But Qianzhou didn't feel threatened.

"No, old days!" Qianzhou turned around.

I saw that three chimeric concentric circles suddenly appeared in front of me in the past. The first two circles open a hole in the space, and then the third circle shoots out.

Qianzhou stepped out of the distance of dozens of meters in one step, stretched out his hand and smashed the ring. But taking advantage of this opportunity, Sang Xia didn't know where to hide.

"Teacher, are you alright?" asked Former Nian with concern.

"It's fine. Qianzhou shook his hand, and a few drops of red blood slipped from his fingertips.