Looking at Yang Zhentian's eyes, which were half covered with bloodshot but still full of hatred, Kong Ming Twelve Nights still said lightly:

"Actually, you don't have to look at me like that, because if you had experienced my feelings, you wouldn't have hoped that you would be me at this moment.

You may not believe it, but even though you were captured and trained as a white puppet at the age of eight, I don't hate you. Because the pain that is unbearable for ordinary people, for me, I don't feel it at all.

Or rather, the second killing trial you designed to choose the puppet was the happiest moment I've had in years. Because only the endless killing and blood can make me feel alive. ”

Speaking of this, a kind of confusion couldn't help but appear in the eyes of the twelve nights of Kongming, and said:

"I don't know if this innate lack of five senses is deliberately done by the Heavenly Machine, or if this is the price that humans must pay if they want to successfully fuse blood.

If it was really the people who had passed through the Cloud Pavilion that day deliberately designed me like this, it means that those people in the Heavenly Cloud Pavilion were also the same as you people in Cangyin Tower, they all thought that there was no pain, no feeling, and they only knew that the cultivator who pursued blood was the strongest perfect warrior in the world. ”

Speaking of this, Kong Ming Twelve Nights shook his head unconsciously again, and at the same time kept muttering to himself:

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity.

If this is what you think is the strongest, then you are very wrong, this senseless puppet that knows neither life nor death, no matter how powerful it may seem on the surface, is nothing more than a walking corpse.

What really made the walking dead stronger was that one day, when the walking dead opened his eyes and looked at the sky, he suddenly wanted to know what color the blue sky was in ordinary people's mouths. ”

Speaking of this, Kong Ming Twelfth Night suddenly stared at Yang Zhentian very sincerely and said:

"Yang Zhentian, I also want to see what color the sky is, and I also want to know what other flavors this world has besides the taste of blood.

And the only hope that can make me realize this wish is your young master of Cangyin Building: no return to the dream and no return!"

Hearing Kong Ming Twelve Nights say such an astonishing word, Yang Zhentian, whose entire head had been devoured by blood, actually temporarily controlled the already demonized body at this moment, and let out a terrifying voice that was neither human nor beast:

"Twelve nights of empty light, you. . . What the hell do you want to do!"

Hearing Yang Zhentian's terrifying roar that made goosebumps fall all over the ground, Kong Ming Twelve Nights, who was familiar with the characteristics of the Demon Pill, already knew that at this moment, the strange blood Gu worm transformed by the Demon Pill had already invaded Yang Zhentian's brain, and Yang Zhentian had reached the final stage of completing the demonization: devouring the brain, nerve fusion!

Looking at Yang Zhentian, who had little time left in front of him, Kong Ming said unhurriedly in the twelfth night:

"It won't be long before you will be completely devoured by the strange blood Gu worms in the Demon Transformation Pill, and maybe at that time, you will be able to appreciate what this dark world I live in every day is like.

However, I am very happy now, because I can get out of this dark world that has trapped me all this time, and the only key to escape this dark world without a trace of sensual color is the dream of no return!"

Speaking of this, an extremely bright light suddenly crossed the gray eyes of the Twelve Nights of Empty Brightness.

That bright light is like a bright lamp lit in the darkness, lighting up the long-sealed thousand-year-old dark room!

With this dazzling light in his eyes, the voice of the Twelve Nights of Empty Dawn sounded again, saying:

"The Dream of No Return is the only kind of magical illusion in the world that completely replaces the real five senses with the illusory five senses.

As long as I can have that no-return dream, the five senses that I have been missing will be filled with the no-return dream of happiness!

At that time, I will be able to re-project the projection of the world into my spiritual world with the most powerful illusion in the world!

At that time, I will be able to see the colors of the sky, I will be able to taste other than blood, and I will know what it is like to be alive!"

Hearing that Kong Ming Twelve Nights actually said that he wanted to obtain a dream of no return, Yang Zhentian, who had been demonized to the point that only part of his forehead and eyes remained, struggled with the last trace of spiritual power, and said bitterly:

"Obtain the young master's dream of no return. How is this possible ... Don't.. Are you... ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian, who was only one step away from death, showed an extremely shocked look on his face, and said:

"Soul Snatching Divine Technique!!"

Hearing that Yang Zhentian said the Soul Extraction and Transformation Technique, Kong Ming Twelve Nights couldn't help but show a strange smile on his face, and then, he stared at Yang Zhentian and said:

"Yang Zhentian, you are worthy of being Le Kongming's right-hand man, and you even know this set of forbidden magic powers that no one has practiced for thousands of years.

Now that you know this supernatural power, you should also know that the reason why this soul-draining and soul-snatching magic technique is difficult to cultivate is because if you want to cultivate this supernatural power, the spiritual world of the person who cultivates it will be seriously impacted and devoured, so those who cultivate this magic can be said to be a real nine deaths!

But all of this is not a problem at all for me, a cultivator who has no senses at all, and whose spiritual world is scattered all over the body.

Now that I think about it, all of this is the will of heaven, and your Cangyin Lou, which has never been successfully cultivated for thousands of years, may have been prepared by God in order to let me successfully refine Le Wuhui.

Therefore, in order to comply with the mandate of heaven, all of you Cangyin Building cultivators who may prevent me from seizing the Dream of No Return will all have to die!"

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Finally, thank you for the cold and cold, it's really boring red envelopes, and the reward of the Scarlet Emperor Song.