In the formation space, the red stars pierced the sky, deep and solemn.

The earth is still desolate and desolate.

The Yan Nu stood in the ancient battlefield with the sound of slaughter, and the empty head was covered with a captured horn helmet.

Since he didn't have a fierce armor in this illusory world, he was naked, with a dragon pattern on his left arm and a white tiger pattern on his right arm.

The pectoral muscles are broad and thick, as if they are carved, and the vermilion finch pattern is all over.

Of course, these patterns are as if they don't exist, just simple shapes.

"Kill!"

The Yellow Turban Warrior, who is not afraid of death, roared and carried out the instructions in his heart.

Continuously, galloping like lightning, or with bare hands, or with swords in hand, or flying in the air, killing the flame slaves.

Yan Nu stood on a high place, and at his feet was a hill of countless corpses and broken bones.

The Yellow Turban Lux stepped on the corpses of his companions to climb the mountain, and Yan Nu was a little tired, but he still smashed it with an iron fist like a comet.

This blow was like a landslide, sending out fragments that pierced through the clouds and hit the air, and swept away a group of people, and the stumps and bones added color to this mountain of corpses and blood.

"How many have I killed?"

"There is no point in fighting like this."

Yan Nu rarely felt tired, there were too many Yellow Turban Lux.

This kind of spirit puppet is very different from organs and magic weapons, the body is not a machine, it is also flesh and blood, and it must be refined on the basis of a living organism.

It can be a plant, such as the rattan armor soldier made by Shen Leling at the beginning. It can also be a corpse, such as a corpse soldier made by an old ghost.

There is no doubt that the Yellow Turban Lux is much more advanced, using the flesh and bones of the strange beasts in the cave sky, or the immortal wood spirit root.

He is physically tough, strong, and has some spiritual wisdom, but he is not afraid of death.

At the beginning, Yan Nu was full of fighting spirit and full of anger.

But as he killed more wrestlers, he began to wonder what he was fighting for.

These Yellow Turban wrestlers don't know what they're fighting for, obviously they have some wisdom.

If you talk to them, they will answer, and if you ask them if they know they are immune, they will answer yes......

But the body is very sharp, the shot is strong and decisive, even if they don't break the defense at all, they have to do their best to show their strength and skill.

When Yan Nu stood on the mountain of corpses and no longer took the initiative to attack, they did not delay or slack off, and rushed up to give away their lives.

These Yellow Turban wrestlers are just carrying out orders purely, not knowing fear, not knowing how to retreat, not knowing how to reflect.

For this senseless battle, the Yan Nu hated it.

He was going to fight the monks, not the weapons that had been ordered to die.

Even if you have to kill them all before you can get out, this is the rule of the formation, and it is also caused by that group of monks.

If you follow such rules to get out, what is the difference between this and the walking dead who kill him in order to carry out the monk's orders?

Yan Nu immediately stopped his hand, no longer immersed in this fearless fight, and had no will to fight in his heart.

"Bang!" A dust-leaving wrestler slammed him off the mountain of corpses.

But Yan Nu was not damaged at all, but smiled, and he came back to his senses......

Why do you want to fight these people? He has the ability not only to make all rewards and punishments self-evident in the future, but also to make all pains suffer by me.

Killing to get out is like a beast in a cage in the eyes of a monk. As for self-preservation? These wrestlers can't hurt him even a single hair.

So what's the point of fighting these brains? He should break down the killing ground and get them out of the cage one by one.

Looking at the Yellow Turban Lux again this time, not only did I not feel dangerous, but I felt cute. What are you doing with the Yellow Turban Lux, how well-behaved, why do you want to kill it?

If it hadn't fallen into the hands of the monk and had been implanted with a death order, then he was not a soldier, but a little skilled worker.

"Hahahaha! You're not wrong. ”

"Come on, hurt me as much as you want!"

He was surrounded by the Yellow Turban Warriors, and the terrifying force bombarded him.

But he just let out a laugh, as if these attacks made him feel like a spring breeze.

His gaze locked on the distant Yuan Fu Zhenren, ignoring the thousands of sword soldiers, and ran towards him in great strides.

Although he was smiling, and he was smiling warmly, Yuan Fu Zhenren felt panicked in his heart, but he felt evil.

After all, Yan Nu Chong was holding a yellow turban wrestler, and at the same time, he was also outlined with swords and soldiers, and his minions were clamped, dragging countless strong men.

With such an army of thousands of troops, ploughing through the dense crowd, rushing straight forward, how could Yuan Fu Zhenren not be afraid? Frightened, he frantically backed away.

"Don't come here!"

He ran straight to the back of the Million Male Division, which was extremely far away.

Yan Nu is separated from him by thousands of troops, but he seems to have only one enemy in his eyes.

As for those Yellow Turban wrestlers, no matter how they attacked, Yan Nu didn't care.

In this way, he traveled dozens of miles in the middle of the army, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

The idea is the same, and the idea is carried out throughout.

Suddenly, there was a change in my heart.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, an artistic conception like the sun melting snow bloomed magnificently.

Whoever else is me, the light is shining.

Yan Nu was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect to comprehend his artistic conception.

Quenching the body of the four elements, the meaning runs through the heavenly spirit. This time, it was his own breakthrough, not the power he absorbed.

"Oh? That's what I'm thinking. ”

"It's not gun intent, it's not sword intent, it's a ball of fire."

Yan Nu was beaten, closed his eyes, immersed in his own imaginary world, savoring a red flame, the light was bright and bright like the sun, but it was very gentle.

Like the gun intent that I absorbed at the beginning, it was incomparably clear, full of details, and it was a physical thought that would not fade and blur because of distractions or not thinking about it.

In the middle of his thoughts, all the gun intent and knife intent that he had absorbed before were integrated into it.

It seems that the sea embraces all rivers and thousands of streams return to their ancestors.

You must know that he has fought with many martial artists, and he has a variety of artistic conceptions, but he is rarely used, and at this moment, his brain is fully fused, and the already powerful 'fire intent' is suddenly even stronger.

Not only that, but he can also generate in reverse.

Yan Nu moved slightly, and the fire of artistic conception reflected a gun again, which was exactly the same as the original Chang Ziyun's gun intent, completely returning to the source and recovering.

Boom, sword intent and sword intent have also returned, and not only that, but Yan Nu can also make it even stronger than the original.

Of course, this will make his fire artistic conception decline with it, but it doesn't matter, Yan Nu will fuse a sword intent back.

In an instant, the artistic conception of fire was like filling up with firewood, and it suddenly returned to its most complete power.

You must know that there are still many gun intents and sword intents, that is, in essence, nothing is consumed, and they have grown out of thin air.

Separated the gun intent and knife intent, and then replenished the knife intent, the flames kept fading and filling, like breathing.

So repeatedly, Yan Nu's artistic conception is self-growing!

Unconsciously emitted it, it enveloped the whole audience, impacting all the yellow turban wrestlers around him, and suddenly fell to the ground one by one as if he had lost his mind.

"Huh?" Yan Nu was shocked, he didn't mean it, he didn't expect the Yellow Turban Lux to be so vulnerable.

But looking at it again, a wisp of spirituality of these Yellow Turban wrestlers was not destroyed, but all swept away by his fire.

In the visualization space, the artistic conception of the yellow turban wrestlers, like those gun intent and sword intent, surround the artistic conception of the sun-like fire.

"Huh? It turns out that the consciousness of the Yellow Turban Lux is something similar to the artistic conception of martial arts? ”

Yan Nu was amazed, thinking that it seemed to be.

The Yellow Turban Lux is not a life, although the wisdom is good, he can think, but he has no soul, only a wisp of spirituality.

Now it seems that this kind of spirituality is actually equivalent to the martial arts artistic conception in the immortal cultivation system, which is basically the same kind of thing.

The artistic conception of the warrior is to refine the firmest beliefs and thoughts in the heart into substance. And the immortal cultivator artificially refines this kind of thing through some means and injects it into the puppet, which creates the spirit puppet.

"Can I return it?"

Yan Nu tried it, and it was really ...... A burst of spiritual intent was injected into the puppet, and the Yellow Turban Lux stood up on the spot.

Not only that, but don't attack him anymore! When asked, the original order was erased, and even the seal of the monk was gone.

It's not symbiosis!

Yan Nu was very pleased, knowing that the things he coexisted with the original owner could also control, but in his presence, it was not as high as his control.

But the current situation is different, the spirituality of these Yellow Turban wrestlers has nothing to do with their creators, and the ideological steel seal has been washed away.

That kind of shackles, as if they were burned by his fire conception!

"Why is this the ability? It's such a coincidence. ”

Yan Nu didn't want to fight with the Yellow Turban Warriors, thinking that it was the people who controlled them who were at fault, so he thought about letting these Yellow Turban Warriors get rid of the monks' control.

Unexpectedly, the artistic conception of fire had an epiphany, which is really this ability......

"Can I adapt on my own?"

"Hmm...... No, it seems that the artistic conception is originally formed according to people's hearts. ”

Yan Nu thought about it, it should be the artistic conception, the uniqueness of itself, which is caused by the heart.

But on second thought, no one has ever had such a thing as the artistic conception of fire, it is all the artistic conception related to martial arts such as weapons or battle will.

The so-called casual formation only gives people a corresponding feeling impact, and the specific ability effect is very limited.

And the ability that Yan Nu comprehended directly drained away the spirituality of the Dust Leaving Period, which was completely beyond the scope of martial arts.

"It's not going to be a trait, is it?"

Yan Nu was slightly stunned, if it was a trait, then this was an adaptation other than symbiosis and resistance, and an evolution of his self?

Why wasn't there before? So what happened to Miao Han outside, transformed? Or is this function available after the last transformation, but he hasn't discovered it...... Until now, the condition was triggered?

What are the conditions? Does it have to work with the existing system?

For example, the artistic conception of martial arts is originally based on the mind, but he can break the boundaries and use it to give full play to his characteristics.

This is...... Variation?

Yan Nu strode forward, not wanting to think about it anymore, it would be better to leave this kind of thing to Miao Han for analysis.

He locked his gaze on the Yuan Fu real person in the distance, and smiled.

If you say that the million male masters before, although they can't hurt him, they can hinder him.

Now, he's truly in a no-man's land.

"Buzz!"

His powerful artistic conception blooms sharply, which shocks people's minds, like seeing the sun in the sky, brilliant and fierce.

Not only is there a fantasy space, but because the artistic conception of martial arts is the only real power mobilization in the formation, the Yan slave in reality also explodes into artistic conception.

The reality pervades the audience and is moving.

……

:I'm sorry.

(End of chapter)