readx;? William was stunned to look at the little girl who was exuding a dangerous poisonous breath, this child's actions really scared William, he didn't even notice the change in the autumn water's broken dreams. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info: Updating text chapters the fastest:

The grievances of life and the miserable and vicious death are really the best portrayal of Abbrando's time at this time. As a great being who is a great being in all planes, his death has neither epic feats to celebrate nor ornate monuments to accompany his funeral, only a small village with a booger and the corpse of a large lizard in the sand that cannot be injured.

Thousands of pounds of flesh and blood turned into rotten dust in the blink of an eye, and flew into the pervasive night with a blow of the wind. In its place, it left behind a strange substance that emitted a ghostly light, the essence of the god Xing of the Lord of Darkness, Abbrando's original essence.

Even Abranto's Divine Essence Incarnation couldn't break free from the shackles of the [Plane Shadow Bundle], and what made the Cave God even more desperate was that the damned war knife that was originally nailed to the skull of the robe was still eating away at him, sucking away Abbrando's precious Divine Energy, slowly, and irresistibly. His most precious divine origin, but it was used by Milu Na to sharpen the edge of the autumn water knife, and the boundless divine consciousness of the sleeve was worn out little by little and refined the spirit of broken dreams.

In fact, Miluna's hand has long gone beyond the scope of the agreement between the gods, which is the mark of the complete destruction of a god.

Even after tens of thousands of years, as long as certain conditions are met, such as a sufficient number of believers, specific sacrificial rituals, the awakening of the origin of the gods, etc., it is possible for the fallen gods to re-emerge from the river of death and set foot on the kingdom of the living again.

But there is no possibility of resurrection with a death like Abranto, because Miluna consumes his most important divine foundation, and even if Io himself takes action in the end, what is resurrected is just a clone that resembles a god.

Soon, the divine essence that originally belonged to Abrando was consumed, leaving only a shining sword and a few bright points of light. The whole body of the war knife is as white as condensation, crystal clear like a luminous crystal, scorching and floating in the night sky out of thin air, and the whole body is constantly exuding an inexplicable divine brilliance, what is amazing is that the flickering of the divine brilliance seems to be a secret combination of heaven and earth, giving people the illusion of breathing and pulsating with heaven and earth.

A real swordsman or swordsman can not care about life and death, can not care about his wife and children, but for the sword in his hand is a certain treasure, in the previous life, William even heard that some Taoist swordsmen not only raise swords with their hearts and blood, but also collect precious elixirs to cultivate the vitality of the sword, in order to reach the realm of psychic, it is said that if you are successful, you can take people's lives a hundred steps away, which is almost comparable to the legendary sword fairy.

Speaking of which, there is a contradiction: the sword is a murder weapon for killing, the more people you kill, the heavier the murder xing, and the heavier the murder xing, the greater the power. However, for a sword (sword) player who wants to achieve something in the martial arts, the weapon with the spirit xing cannot have a fierce xing, and the holder must conceive the spirit xing of the weapon with his mind every day, and purify the sword intent, especially after the killing, it takes a lot of effort to purify the bloody qi contaminated on the sword. Otherwise, the blade will one day inevitably turn against its master, causing him to fall into the devil's path and even die.

In this regard, William did not do very well, because after all, he lacked systematic inheritance, and most of his knowledge in cultivating sword spirits was pieced together, and some of them were even hearsay or made up on his own.

Fortunately, since the formation of the autumn water knife chain, William has been with it day and night, refining it with his heart, feeding it with qi and blood, especially the teeth of the Mastiff added in the process of casting the knife, which has an excellent purification and filtration ability for the spirit hun and the mind body, in the words of a very "magic stick", it is not to stick to cause and effect. So in just over a year, with the help of a few small adventures, William has actually established a trace of communication with the autumn water knife.

At this time, William didn't know if it was his own delusion, but in his superb perception, he felt that the Autumn Water Dream Shattering Knife had gradually transformed from a piece of cold stubborn iron into a living thing, forming an inexplicable connection with his mind, and the spirit of the condensation was pure and flawless, psychic and clear, like a sleeping baby.

William tried to call out with his heart, and the autumn water knife was like a child who was awakened "Zhengyi"

With a bang, the war knife let out a crisp sound, and the light around his body immediately flourished, almost dazzling William's black and gold shell eyes.

The brilliance around the Autumn Water Dream Shattering Knife formed an elegant band of light in a very mysterious posture, and it fluttered slowly like a glowing jellyfish a few feet above the ground, and floated in front of William slowly. William looked at the Autumn Water Shattered Dream Knife in front of him with some surprise, and muttered for a while before trying to reach out and hold the hilt, and suddenly a surging energy poured into his body. William's previous physical strength was completely recovered in an instant, and his physical strength was as if he had just had a warm-up boxing fight after waking up naturally in the morning, and his body was full of energy and blood.

However, this change did not attract William's attention, because he was shocked by another change. What is the unity of man and sword? It is said in a vague way that man is a knife, and a knife is a man. To put it more figuratively, when the human knife is one, the relationship between the knife and the human body is like the relationship between the limb and the torso, and the feeling of the knife with one hand is almost the same as the feeling of your own fingers. The knife is cold, the human body is warm, when the two touch, your sense of touch is a little unclear, whether the knife is cold or the human skin is cold.

When William and the autumn knife were integrated, he found that his perception ability was almost several times larger, and everything within a few kilometers was reflected in his mind, which was clearer and more definite than seeing with his eyes, especially within the dozens of feet around his body, he could even feel the blood encroaching on the soil, and the huā grass took root and trembled in the blood. William looked at himself inward, his heart beat like a war drum, his voice shook the wilderness, and his blood flowed like a river.

William could also hear the heartbeats of Phinea's people, Phinea's heartbeat was the strongest, almost as strong as William's. The heartbeat tension of the seriously injured Yasuna has weakened a lot, and it seems that she is becoming more and more powerless, but her strength is still extremely terrifying, if it is in the prime of life, I am afraid that it is much stronger than William's heart explosion, and it is worthy of being the most powerful frost giant among the giants. In contrast, the heart rate of the Millet is the weakest, and if William's heart is compared to the powerful diesel engine of the main battle tank, the heart of the Millet is at most a four-stroke small gasoline engine.

At this time, William ignored one thing, he couldn't distinguish the heartbeat of little Miluna, as if something was blocking it, like a hazy cloud.

William stroked the autumn knife as if he were caressing his own skin, exploring every inch of its changes. Before the autumn wind moved, William flicked the blade of the knife lightly with his fingers, and his fingers were already felt before the autumn water, or William had already felt the nerve stabbing of the bullet. ！。