Forgetting the beginning, silent in the past, a large number of negative emotions continued to erode the fragile heart of the twelve hates, directly blinding all the memories in his mind, and in a trance, the slightest black cyclone hovered in the air above his head, and the killing intent that rushed to the sky showed its edge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I don't know how long he knelt on the ground, and in the dazed dawn, the twelve haters suddenly raised their heads, and a pair of confused and empty eyes stared at the blood-red phantom in the sky, "What is the sword?" As if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to a phantom, the huge gap brought to him by the Thunderbolt Encyclopedia made him no longer as calm as he was at the beginning, and his mind was confused except for chaos.

'Hehe, what kind of suffering?' ・・What bloodthirsty? ・・What are the twelve hatreds? ・・・・What sword-kun? Who am I and who are you? 'Confused words, confused heart, at this time, if from the perspective of others, he is completely like a madman who talks nonsense, and his vague words are even crazier than when he killed the Hanging Island alone.

Despite the confusion of his words, his face was still facing the sword-shaped phantom in the sky, and he didn't move a bit, as if the phantom in front of him could tell him the answer.

'Buzzing ・・・・・・・・'

The trembling sorrow, the red phantom emitted a blood-like dazzling red light in the air, as if to tell, as if to remind.

"Don't you want to answer・・・・・ hehe... Twelve hated to himself indifferently, stupidly chuckling, originally this seemed nothing, but the bad thing was that it was matched with a pair of such empty eyes, what does this mean, in the modern sense of the word, this person has been completely broken, the spiritual worldview has completely collapsed, in a word, this is the precursor of 'blackening'.

After saying this, the twelve hated silently, just staring at a pair of empty eyes, their faces seemed sad and cold, in short, there was no joy in all.

'Boom...

Suddenly, before the stalemate lasted long, somehow, the ground began to shake for a while, and in an uncertain moment, I felt that the sky was falling apart, and the trees were falling and the beasts were dying.

Even the most sturdy sword blades began to crumble, one after another, piece after piece, and the imaginary place directly collapsed down, torn apart, as if it was not falling.

At this time, the twelve hatreds on the top of the mountain still didn't make any moves, just standing stupidly, waiting, and in their hearts, they were chaotic.

As we all know, all the objects in the room of the main god are imagined by the owner of the room, and the question arises, when the people who imagine these things are in a chaotic situation, how can this room maintain the status quo.

The answer, of course!!

No!!

The collapsed world, the world that the twelve hated originally longed for, turned out to be destroyed because of his inattention, until it disappeared, and everything seemed to return to the original place.

In the dark, lightless, pitch-black room, like an endless black abyss, the twelve hateful and decadent figures floated in the air in confusion, and there was a sharp blade that kept flashing red beside him, it was the twelve invincible, his sword intent.

Without.

There are no mountains, no trees, no sunlight, no ground, and only this person and a sword are left in the space, floating in the void.

'Buzz, what are you confused about...?' ’

I don't know how long it floated, but suddenly, a mixed voice of a man's and a woman's voices sounded in the quiet and silent space, breaking the delicate relationship. Pausing in the direction of the voice, the twelve hated bodies instinctively moved subconsciously, without saying a word, confused. 'What are you crying about?' What's missing? Cowardly swordsman! Not receiving an answer to the twelve, the voice continued to ask. It is called a cowardly, subconscious rhetorical question of the nature of the Sword Monarch when he is dying. 'Who are you...?' He asked, as if he didn't want to justify his cowardice, but admitted it indirectly. 'Does it matter?' Who am I? The mixed voices of men and women came again, without the slightest emotion. "It's not important," Twelve hated shook his head blankly. After a few seconds of silence, the voice continued to ask the Twelve Hates with an ethereal psychedelic voice, 'Heh, Sword Lord, have you seen me?' Have you forgotten me? This kind of question completely made the twelve hates fall into confusion, and they thought about it unconsciously, and said to themselves, "Have you seen it, when, or haven't seen it, I don't remember, I forgot, who are you, why should I remember you?" The belated words are endless confusion and emptiness, as if a person who has wandered in the emptiness of time, seems to have lost himself in the years of time. 'Have you seen me?' Have you forgotten me? You think about it, and then answer... 'In the face of the twelve hated and confused self-muttering, the voice still repeats the previous sentence, but this time it adds a few more words at the end, it seems that it is necessary to let the other party remember something. "Well,... I don't know..." "No, you must remember, you are thinking about it carefully, trying to recall, your past" directly ignored the Sword Monarch's answer, and asked in a voice that worked tirelessly. ・・・'My past?' Do I have any past? Who am I? He continued to shake his head in confusion, and the twelve hated to himself stupidly.

"Yes, you have a past, have you forgotten, you are the Sword Monarch..." The Twelve Invincible Consciousness 'It is trying to guide the twelve hatreds back to reality step by step, otherwise the twelve hatreds will forever fall into endless chaos, until death, and the body will also be occupied by the heart demons, and then the demons will be considered small, and a little carelessness may be the destruction of human nature. 'Sword Lord? , What is Sword Monarch? Can you eat...' is still a silly response, as if he has forgotten everything, including memories, identity, and martial arts. '・・・・The Sword Monarch is you, you are the Sword Monarch, have you forgotten, the Sword Monarch has twelve hatreds!!!" With the last reminder, the twelve invincibles deliberately shook the surrounding space with their bodies, intending to be frightened and awake. Like a mother calling for her child, this 'Sword Monarch's Twelve Hatreds' suddenly shook the twelve hatreds in the confusion, and suddenly, his consciousness was a little sober, but still a little out of control. 'What!! What did you say!! What a twelve!! I don't understand!! As if remembering something, Twelve clutched his head in a splitting head and shouted frantically. 'What is a sword!!' Seeing that this method of awakening had some effect, the Twelve Invincibles continued to use words to guide them. 'Ahh!!!!,h I do not know!! A sword is a sword~! I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know・・・・・・・ don't ask, don't ask... Like a torrent of memories like a raptor crossing a river, he was suddenly reminded by this sentence 'what is a sword', as if opening the floodgates for a strange point in his memory, and suddenly, countless memories of the past came into his mind, and he wanted to refuse, but these things gave him a sense of familiarity every moment, and he always felt that it was his thing. The pain, the endless pain, the brain swelled like an explosion, and the twelve hatreds had to roll wildly in the air. 'One hates talented people without doing anything, and ・・・・・・・・ hates the thin face and life; ・・・・・・・・・・・・ three hats of the river waves; ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ four hated the world and was cold; ・・・・・・・・ five hated platforms are easy to leak; ・・・・・Six hatreds・・・・・ seven hatreds・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ is the so-called striking while the iron is hot, the twelve invincible do not doubt him, and directly read out the deepest poem in Jianjun's memory before his death, 'Twelve hatreds', 'Ahh?!!!・・・・・・h The Sword Monarch's struggle became more and more frenzied, he kept circling and rolling, his white clothes fluttering, and his expression was painful and hideous... But despite this, when he looked at his eyes again, he finally regained a little vitality, and he was no longer as lifeless as before. The twelve invincible muttered like a magic voice that resounded through the soul, word after word, sentence after sentence, reciting the poems of the twelve hatreds, and just as it was reciting the last paragraph of the Tao, its voice suddenly stopped, 'Eleven・・Hate・・・・・・・・・ did not meet an opponent; Twelve hatreds・・・・・・・ what are the twelve hatreds, come and ・・・・・・tell me, Jianjun, what are your twelve hatreds・・・・・・' familiar words, the scene of the dialogue on Xuankong Island is vivid, just like the beginning of the memory, he Jianjun held the sword in one hand, killed the island, asked the sword when he saw people, asked the enemy... Suddenly, the memories of the scenes like slides kept flashing in his mind, and the twelve hates were stunned, muttering to himself 'Twelve hates, what is the twelve hatreds・・・・・・・・ he said to himself, But no matter how you think about it, he can't remember the name of the last sentence of the Twelve Hatreds, just when he was so confused that he didn't know what to do, suddenly, a picture like that came to his mind, he saw himself lying with blood all over his body, standing on an empty island, trembling hands, condensed sword fingers, dripping blood, drop by drop, flowing all over the ground, opposite, there were all the leaders of the Hanging Island, as well as the Nine Evil Emperors, they stood fiercely, looking at them in horror. Seeing this, he suddenly had a shock, as if he recalled something, the last realization after death, the last sword intent at the moment of despair, that move, that sword, he remembered, that !! Twelve hatreds, invincible in the world !!!・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・...