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Miro was still sitting there, and said lightly: "Don't fiddle with these pretending things for me, either give me out or get out." ”

"The temper is really big, and it deserves to be the soul of the previous generation." A voice rang out in the darkness, and then the darkness began to recede, condensing into a human form, and finally the man in black and black walked towards Miro. He has the same appearance as Allen, but both his head and eyes are desperately dark, but his skin is strangely pale.

Such a person, like this, sat on the wooden pier where Alan had just sat down.

Blackware.

Miro smiled, "I know you, little one. You're a soul, but you should respect me, I'm much older than you. ”

"What about old age?" The black weapon scoffed: "Whoever has the big fist has the right to speak." Got it, old fellow. ”

Miró shrugged and said, "I know what you want to do, little one." ”

"Oh? That's so funny, I don't even know what I'm going to do, you old guy knows myself better than I do? The black weapon hooked his fingers: "Let's hear it." ”

"You voluntarily split your consciousness and left the secondary will in the source device to ensure that the source device can be used, while the primary will resides in Allen's consciousness, isn't that right?"

"So what?" The black weapon asked rhetorically.

"If yes, it's easy." Miro's face turned cold: "Normally, your will should be gone by now." But now not only do you still exist, but you can enter my world on your own without being invited by me. Coupled with the huge momentum just now, instead of weakening, it is getting stronger and stronger. I guess you're improving yourself by absorbing Allen's mental power, right? ”

The black weapon applauded: "Old fellow, you really have some knowledge. ”dudu1;

"So I'm guessing further, your purpose is nothing more than to grow up to be strong enough, to obliterate Allen's will, take his body, and get rid of the pattern of the soul."

"It's really damn, any guess will let you guess correctly."

Miro said coldly: "When you enter my world, you are now Allen's consciousness, and you want to take the opportunity to erase his consciousness." It's a shame that I showed up as soon as you came, after all, this is my world. ”

"That's right, so for the convenience of next time, you give me death." The black weapon suddenly slapped on the table, and the wooden table split in two, and a pitch-black war knife stabbed from under the table. The black weapon flicked its fingers at the blade, and the knife slashed at Miro. At the same time, he jumped up, clasped his hands weakly, and pulled down sharply, pulling out two black thunderbolts and blasting towards Miro.

Miro was not in a hurry, opened his mouth and spewed out a white light and struck the sword, and the sword transformed by the will of the black weapon immediately shattered. At the same time, with a slam on the ground under his feet, he moved back with the wooden pier, letting the two thunderbolts of the black weapon hit the ground. Instead of exploding, the ground caved downward, creating an abyss to which it leads.

The black weapon stood on top of the abyss, his hands were clenched, and a pitch-black war knife was in his hand. The style of that sword is a hymn of destruction.

Miro smiled.

"Are you scared silly, old fellow?" The black instrument said expressionlessly.

Miro stretched out his hand and flicked it, "If that hand is not a hymn of destruction, but a hymn of ashes, then I really need to think about what to do with you." It's a pity that all you can reproduce now is the Anthem of Destruction, and apparently you haven't grown enough to handle the Anthems of the Ashes. There's no need to worry about it, I'm going to kill you, it's just a matter of raising your fingers. ”

"Really? Then destroy me! The black weapon paused, dragging the knife and pounced on Miro.

Suddenly there was a rumbling thunder in the air.

Hei Qi looked up, and his pitch-black pupils shrank slightly. dudu2;

A sword fell from the sky.

Great mountain peaks.

Slowly sinking, unstoppable.

White Emperor Sword!

At the end of the sword, when the sound of the big sword breaking through the air was like thunder. There was a struggle on Kuroki's face, and he finally let out a loud roar, stopping his figure, and then the figure disappeared into the air like foam.

He left the world of Miró's consciousness.

The priest raised his hand, and the White Emperor Sword in mid-air suddenly disappeared. With a flick of his hand, the wooden pier displaced by the table that had been cut open by the black weapon and the abyss underneath were completely restored to their original state. Miro walked under the tree, picked an apple and put it in his mouth and took a bite, looking very hesitant.

Finally, he shrugged his shoulders and said to himself, "Forget it, you can erase that guy at any time if you need it anyway." It's okay to leave him an object for Alan to sharpen his will, but he just has to find a chance to remind him. ”

"Hopefully he can survive this time."

It's a black world.

The black earth, the black peaks, the rushing black river, the black trees all over the mountains, and a black city. The world is so lonely, deep, even hopeless.

It is lifeless, as if hovering on the brink of destruction, ready to slide into the abyss from which it will never return. Perhaps one day, it will fall apart and return to nothingness. dudu3;

Thankfully, not now.

So a ray of light passed through the clouds and fell to the earth, to the center of the black city. It was a light darker than darkness, a light deeper than despair, a black weapon.

This is the world of black weapons.

In contrast to the breezy world of Miro, the world of the black artifact was as deep as his heart, any light.

The hustle and bustle was pervasive, and the black weapon stood up, a black city, and he suddenly roared. The long knife in his hand swept around, and the buildings of the city fell around him.

The sound of the black weapon was very loud, and it was heard out of the city, and it could be heard for thousands of miles.

But because the sound is loud and spreads far away, it brings out the loneliness of this world. The black weapon let go of the knife and sat back. The rear was empty, and a throne rose from the ground, just in time to support the black weapon.

Like a lonely king, the black weapon propped up on the armrest with one hand, supporting his chin.

He waved his hand, and the buildings he had smashed were restored to their original state. With a wave of his hand, people began to walk out of the buildings. Men, women, old people, and children are no different from human beings. But without exception, their heads were black, their skin was black, their eyes were black, and their clothes were a mess. These are not so much people as shadows that can move.

Shadows move around, busy like real people. But whether it's the blacksmith who beats the hammer, or the street vendor, or the kid who kicks the ball. They didn't make any sound, and they shuttled silently around the black weapon.

Far from being lively, the black weapon felt even more lonely.

A lonely world, a lonely city.

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