"Shut up." Zuo Ci gritted his teeth and stood up from the half-squatting state, before he had time to adjust, the opponent was already approaching him.

It was another repeated chase, and in the face of an unsolvable situation, he was already a little desperate, but the Holy Spirit began to exert more mental pressure on him, constantly saying repeated words to him: "Admit defeat, Zuo Ci, you can't win yourself, you will never win." ”

Under the double pressure, Zuo Ci hesitated for a second between movements, and received another blow to his shoulder.

Holding the wound on his shoulder, he continued to retreat, and a new thought, a dangerous one, churned inside him......

"Don't struggle uselessly, just say the word admit defeat to me, and I will immediately send you back to the Tianhuan Cave to end this boring battle." The Holy Spirit does not give up at the instigation.

"I'm not going back." Zuo Ci's tone was still cold and resolute, and he rushed towards his opponent beyond the Holy Spirit's expectations, the opponent who was exactly the same as himself.

According to the previous pattern, the fake Zuo Ci rushed towards him in the same way, and the [Ghost Lock Shield] shattered under the force of the [Chiseling] skill between each other, and the successive combination skills quickly followed, and the fake Zuo Ci used the ghost claw scythe in his hand to pierce the waist of the deity at once...... And, not to be outdone, Zhen Zuoci followed up with another [chisel attack], and with the sickle weapon in his hand, he stabbed into the heart of the fake Zuoci...... This one, both of them seemed to have exhausted their strength.

This is Zuo Ci's plan, no longer fleeing, no longer hiding, confronting head-on, fighting with his life, gambling on the bearing of this fatal blow -

The pain instantly penetrated Zuo Ci's body, this feeling he had experienced before, it was a feeling of near death, this was a premonition that he was about to fall into Rashomon, so it would be a situation from which he could not recover, but even so, he was unwilling to accept the proposal of the Holy Spirit, he would never admit defeat, never.

This gamble may have been too risky, but fortunately, it paid off, and after a sigh, Fake Zuoci began to crack, began to turn into dust, and finally dissipated into the air in smoke.

And Zuo Ci himself, under the intense tearing pain, fell to the ground in a pool of his blood, and his vision began to blur...... He struggled hard, he didn't want to admit defeat, and he didn't want to stop there.

In the confusion, everywhere turned white again, and the sobriety after the great pain made Zuo Ci think that he had fallen into Rashomon.

He endured the discomfort around him and propped up half of his body, only to see that outside the white everywhere, a huge statue that almost fused with the surrounding white appeared in front of him.

Although the facial features of the giant face look angular, it has a bit of handsomeness that is neither male nor female, but this side floats in the air, but it does not look weird.

Zuo Ci seemed to have guessed his situation, and took the lead in opening his mouth: "This is your world?" Your Excellency. ”

"You're really smart." The voice of the Holy Spirit rose, a voice completely different from the one that had encouraged him to retreat, ethereal and neutral, as if it were an echo from an ancient world.

"So, did I pass the test, or am I dead?" Zuo Ci asked as he tried to remain calm.

"Aren't you stupid like that?" The Holy Spirit did not answer Zuo Ci's question directly, but said, "Why are you pleading with your own doppelgänger rather than killing your hated adoptive father?" Isn't he the demon you've always had? ”

"Sorens is really my target, the one I've always wanted to beat." Zuo Ci replied lightly, "But I don't hate him, and he is not my demon." ”

"So, Zuo Ci, what is your inner demon?"

Zuo Ci replied almost without hesitation: "My inner demon, haven't you already told me in your way?" - It's me. Hatred is self-breeding, and this source may just be a boring cause, and it is not possible to attribute all the fault to the adoptive father. ”

The Holy Spirit was silent for a moment, and then the giant face smiled lightly: "I didn't expect you to realize this step so quickly, and sure enough, I am the one who is not mistaken." ”

When the Holy Spirit's words fell, Zuo Ci only felt a burst of warmth throughout his body, his strength was filling, and the pain was dissipating in an instant.