It is not necessarily a human being to look like a human being, and how can a human being if it does not look like a human being?

"Zhou Yan, what did you see?"

All of a sudden, my head hurts......

Zhou Yan covered his head, and then shook it vigorously a few times. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything in front of me gradually blurs, and then blurs and then begins to fade back into clarity.

The room is still a room, the table is still a table, the chair is still a chair, Zhou Yan is still Zhou Yan, but the Yang Zisang in front of him is no longer Yang Zisang.

Maybe this one in front of him is Yang Zisang.

With a cold and indifferent face, this is something that Zhou Yan has never seen, but it brings truth to people.

And the previous one with a smile on his face, like a peach blossom, is it Yang Zisang?

"Zhou Yan, you saw it." Yang Zisang's expression and even his voice were indifferent, "In fact, what you see is not necessarily believing." The Yang Zisang you just saw, is it really Yang Zisang? So is this Yang Zisang in front of him Yang Zisang? ”

Zhou Yan couldn't comprehend or comprehend everything that was happening in front of him, so he was willing to throw all his doubts to Yang Zisang in front of him.

Looking at Zhou Yan's confused eyes, although he didn't want Zhou Yan to say anything, Yang Zisang already understood what he was thinking. There was not much change in expression on his face, but he said lightly: "Do you know why you want to see it?" ”

Knowing that it was impossible for Zhou Yan to answer, Yang Zisang did not embarrass him, but went on to explain by himself.

"To see means that you did not see before. You see it, but it doesn't mean you can see it, and the first thing we need to learn now is to see! ”

"You can see in the flesh that we are all human beings, and we have human beings, and we have human beings, and human beings, and human beings, and human words. But when we dig deeper into each person, you will find that not everyone is human!

There will always be an angel or a devil living in everyone's heart. And whether it is this angel or the devil, it is not a person in the end! ”

There is a saying: Seeing is believing.

Actually, what you see is not believing.

For example, if you see a sword, it is indeed a sword.

But if you see a flame rising from the sword, is there really a flame rising?

A sword is still a sword, but a flame is not necessarily a flame.

But if you see a knife.

The human eye can't see the knife, but does the knife really not exist?

A knife is still a knife, but you can't see it.

In Yang Zisang's hand, he has always held a sword, a sword with a simple shape, extraordinary sharpness, and a blazing sword.

And in Zhou Yan's hands, when did such a knife appear?

The streamlined, slender, patterned knife of mountains and rivers.

This knife used to cover the flames, as if it was blooming a lot of red lotus in the snowy region.

But at this moment, the knife is extinguished, and what is condensed on the knife is an indescribable dead air.

Yang Zisang could see it, he could see the pervasive dead air, and at the same time, he could also see the vitality behind this dead air.

His brow furrowed even more, but his expression grew more sad.

He stretched out his hand to Zhou Yan, but Zhou Yan couldn't move.

Zhou Yan felt as if there were thousands of hands pressing and restraining him, so that he couldn't move.

Zhou Yan could only watch Yang Zisang, watch the long knife appear in his hand at some point, and see Yang Zisang caress the long knife with a sad face.

"O Spirit of the Martyrs, how sorrowful and blessed you are." Yang Zisang's hand swiped lightly across Zhou Yan's knife.

At the moment when Yang Zisang's hand just touched the blade of the knife, the blade actually trembled violently, and at the same time made a strange sound.

It's like accomplication, and it's like opposition. It is mourning, and it is like laughter.

"We are known as the Heavenly Family." Yang Zisang's hand stretched back from the knife, and his gaze returned to his previous calm, like a pool of stagnant water, in which the shadow of Zhou Yan could be easily reflected. It's vague, it's clear, but in the end it's just a dark dead silence.

He continued, "It takes years, if not decades, of penance for others to expand the spiritual world and then to gain a little power. But we are born with the ability to receive God......"

Zhou Yan didn't understand Yang Zisang's words at all, even at this moment, it was like this, but I don't know why, when Yang Zisang said this, Zhou Yan's body still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yang Zisang saw the tremor of Zhou Yan's body, but he didn't care, he continued his words: "Zhou Yan, you are blessed. Because you have been able to see, and today, you have awakened to your abilities. ”

"Zheng!"

As soon as the gold and iron sounded, it seemed to be the sound of pipa and zheng, and the room was full of music for a while!

It is not the piano and pipa that sound, but the sword, the knife, the spear, the halberd, the axe, the hook, the fork, the whip, the mace, the hammer, the grasp, the boring, the stick, the lance, the stick, the crutch, the meteor hammer...... Variety, infinite and boundless!

Yang Zisang has a sword in his hand, and Zhou Yan has a knife in his hand, but where did the other things come from?

There is no in the house, because it is not seen, and if it is not seen, it does not mean that there is no existence.

Seeing is not necessarily believing, and seeing is even more false!

In the void, in the air, condensed eighteen weapons, and even more!

All kinds of weapons emitted a fierce and murderous aura, Yang Zisang smiled and shook the ancient sword in his hand, and the sword body immediately emitted a dragon-like sword roar, and the red flames ignited, as if a sunset.

The cold light of all kinds of weapons reflected each other in this red color, and under the roar of the dragon, the weapons around them made a louder sound.

Under all these weapons, in the midst of that murderous aura, everything in the room was slowly destroyed, destroyed into fine foam, cut into powder, and then even the powder dissipated.

Not only the things in the room are cut, but even the space where the room is located is ruthlessly cut, and even the world is cut completely.

All around, all turned pale.

Here it is...... Zhou Yan's spiritual world?

It's still the same as before, it's just a pale hollow, but it's very different. Because of those weapons that appeared out of thin air......

"I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky." Yang Zisang is also in this world, he still holds the ancient sword in his hand, and there are brilliant fireworks spraying out of his sword, and it is also because of these fireworks that Yang Zisang can settle down in this fierce atmosphere.

"Zhou Yan, your abilities are very powerful, and at the same time very weird. This is an ability that I have only heard in the conversations of my elders, and once appeared in a powerful body.

This is the power of the defender, and at the same time the power of the apostate, the power of the rules, and the power of destruction, this is the power of the martyr!

This ability, the sages named it:

Swords! ”