Any fighter who, after entering the fight, will turn into a fanatical attacker.

This is determined by the small universe system of fighters, the small universe ignited by the spark of the heart, every time there is a battle, the burning fighting spirit in it will definitely affect any fighter.

For example, the spark of the hearts of the saints is the protection, and the sparks of the hearts of the fighters are the conquest......

The spark of He Shan's soul is the fighting spirit to die and the unyielding fight to the last breath of life.

After crossing over, he used to be submissive, afraid of death, reluctant to die, easily surrendered, and escape was definitely the best option in his heart.

He is not a person with a resolute personality, let alone noble sentiments, and he is by no means a city soldier king, he is just an ordinary person who is ordinary and comfortable to the bones.

usually will also point out the country, and the blood will boil on the Internet, and he will also shout patriotic feelings.

In his own words, "If you put it in the Anti-Japanese War, don't give him any important information, otherwise he will be tortured, and it will be easy to be a soft bone."

He was a man without faith and will, a lost man living in a time of confusion.

The experience after the crossing has honed him, from the person who has roots in his hands and grins with thorns, to collecting the corpses of the innocent villagers slaughtered by the bandits, chopping wood to feed the horses, washing and cooking, looking at the poor villagers who were slaughtered, he could only bow his head silently.

Crying in the middle of the night when no one is around, crying until I can't help myself, remorse and pain dominate the heart.

The time in the Dingxin Temple washed his soul, and He Shan didn't want to take care of that group of little children, nor was he not afraid in the empty mountains and temples, and the wolf howls that sounded from time to time in the mountains and forests also made him tremble secretly.

It's just that......

The kids were too small.

He Shan was bitter in his heart, and his face was unwilling to show his vulnerability, facing a group of children on earth who should live a happy life in elementary school or even kindergarten, he couldn't admit defeat or cry.

To die is to save face and suffer sin.

What else can I do, grit my teeth and come through.

After enduring it for more than ten years, there was nothing unbearable, and he was secretly ruthless when he tossed and turned at night, and the next day he had no courage at all, so he could only vent his negative emotions during exercise.

The happiest thing every day is the time when he is covered in bruises and bruises from exercising, the pain reminds him that he is still alive, the frustration that the small universe can't be ignited, and the helplessness of not being able to find a clue in his cultivation internal force, his life seems to be full of negative emotions.

Everything has a limit, and the coward who is only willing to squeeze to the bottom, when he has already taken everything and slowly groped for a way out, in the battle with Guangming, he knows that even if he doesn't do anything and promises to everyone, there are still people who want to oppress him and eat him.

The ubiquitous grievances and unwillingness crush the true self in the heart, and anger arises from this.

He didn't retreat, he would rather die than be happy, and the small universe responded, and only those vigorous emotions could ignite the fire.

At the same time, after igniting the small universe, those ubiquitous psychic sparks will always affect him and change him, but-

"I don't regret it."

He Shan didn't blink, he tore a demon in his hand, dark green blood floated in front of his eyes, the smell of foul smell lingered on the tip of his nose, and the sharp claws on his side rubbed his cheeks, sharpening his cheeks.

The demon behind him slammed into his lower back, and the huge pain and impact caused him to fly sideways.

After the initial outbreak caught the demons off guard, this group of demons who came back to their senses joined forces in earnest, and all kinds of strange abilities were exerted, gravity, blood, blindness, hearing, ......

He Shan is not so easy to deal with so many opponents with similar power levels.

"I don't regret it."

He Shan repeated in his heart, he knew that he had been changed a lot, he was not so cautious, he would not rashly put himself in danger just for the sake of the battle after the breakthrough, he would not casually agree to Gao Xianzhi and the demons to fight hard, and he would not take the initiative to provoke a group of opponents.

When a person's personality changes absolutely, is he still him?

He Shan didn't know.

It's just that he doesn't regret becoming who he is, even if one day after an endless battle, he will lie on the ground, lose his life, and stop breathing, even then-

He has no regrets.

"Whew~"

The small universe like flames seemed to be responding to him, cheering, and countless battle intentions erupted.

Life kisses me with pain—

I'm going to beat you to death!

He Shan smiled, and willingly rolled from the ground a few times to avoid the follow-up pursuit, opened a little distance, and looked excitedly at the group of evil ghosts who suddenly stopped.

"He's bleeding."

"yes, he's bleeding."

He Shan wiped his cheek with his index finger, and with a slight tingling sensation, the blood beads melted into the dirt on his hands.

The eyes of those demons lit up as if they had seen a precious treasure, and they were all greedy and terrifying.

"It turns out that this guy is a real living person!!"

"Tsk" He Shan didn't expect him to keep this secret, and the look in his eyes lit up, as if a fire was burning.

"Come, face me!"

He Shan stretched out his palm to the demons in front of him who were already about to take out the ability to press the bottom of the box and capture the living people in front of him, and the other hand was clenched into a fist around his waist.

【Super Sonic Fist】Infinity

A punch?

No.

Countless fists, transforming all power and emotion into the purest violence, only fists.

The fist shadows in the sky turned into countless pale white fist pressures, enveloping the air and dissipating all the yin qi and limbs.

It's dawn.

"Boom !!"

The woods in front of him were leveled, and all the demons, spirits, and spirits were emptied.

After the Yin Qi was all repelled, those pure soul bodies that were left behind were blown away far, far away, they had lost all their strength, and even if they came back, it would be impossible to interfere with any battle.

"Trash fish exit." He Shan looked at the end with burning eyes, and he was also the strongest enemy.

"Nice power."

The giant demon urn said angrily, its arms blocked in front of it, and its two small arms had been crushed by the fist to the point that only Sensen's white bones remained, and the flesh and blood healed as quickly as if going back in time in the next second.

"I'm different from them, I don't like any ability." It also smiled, because it sensed that the living person in front of it was the same kind as him, no, it was the same kind of person as him, and it was the same kind of person as the martial madman who was alive.

"So what I have, only pure power."

The giant demon inhaled slightly, countless yin qi swirled between its mouth and nose, the muscles of its body swelled, and its body shrank several times in the crackling sound.

Getting bigger is to stretch your body at will, and getting smaller is to show real strength.

"Exactly, so do I." He Shan touched his heart beating violently with one hand.

His soul, his body, his will was telling him aloud—

War!!!