A blood-colored remnant sun suddenly appeared in the darkness, and under the scarlet light, what came into view was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, countless corpses were layered on top of each other, and the black and purple 'colored' blood condensed into a river. Small, latest chapter access:. The eyes are full of severed arms and stumps, and they do not perceive any life, but all kinds of voices are endless, like crying, like shouting, like screaming, and like sighing unwillingly.

Suddenly, countless monsters flew down from the air, and a ghost cried wolf, as if they were laughing, looking at the boundless feast that had been laid down on the ground early, and flew down in groups. There was a loud thunder in the black sky, lightning and thunder in an instant, and thick lightning struck the ground, ravaging those corpses again, and soon emitted a foul smell.

Those monsters became even more jubilant, flying into the river of blood one by one, as if they had been hungry and thirsty for a long time and suddenly saw food, churning and dancing wildly in the sea of corpses and blood, and from time to time making a palpitating gnawing sound. The large piles of corpses flipped and flipped around, and among them were clearly several faces familiar to the dialect, which were charred black by lightning but could be recognized by a glance at the dialect.

The past, which had long been suppressed in his heart and did not want to be remembered by him at all, suddenly popped out of his heart at this moment, and the scene in front of him was so similar to the catastrophe of heaven and earth, but it was even more bloody and cruel, so that Fang Yan couldn't bear to look at it. Isn't this the city of Xiangnan on the day of the catastrophe, those collapsed city walls, scattered broken bricks and rubble, they used to be so familiar.

"Why do you want to re-present the scene of that day in front of you?" Fang Yan was still holding on to a trace of clarity, remembering that he had not seen the destruction of the city of Nan Nan with his own eyes, and that he was in South Vietnam at that time. But the first blow of this heart demon hit the weakness of the dialect, which made him immediately become angry, and his mind gradually 'lost'.

After a long time, there was a low roar like a demon beast, and the killing intent in the dialect's 'chest' completely burst out.

"Kill!" Fang Yan seemed to use all his strength to spit out the word kill from his mouth, and then like a demon god, he rushed into the river of blood. The monsters suddenly surrounded him, but Fang Yan was not afraid, clenched his fists and flew up, smashing them so hard that even the monk's fighting methods had been forgotten, and he only fought instinctively.

One monster after another rushed towards him, and Fang Yan only knew how to punch and punch it, tirelessly, just to fight, as if to vent something, and fight with these monsters in the river of blood. At this moment, he couldn't remember who he was, just thinking about killing the monster in front of him, a pair of iron fists had already opened the 'flesh', but he didn't realize it, and this monster seemed to be inexhaustible.

Perhaps even Fang Yan himself didn't expect that the catastrophe that had passed away was so deeply impressed in his heart that he thought he had gradually forgotten, but in fact it was still unforgettable. He didn't want to think about it because this was the most vulnerable place in his heart, and that catastrophe changed the fate of all people in South Vietnam, and it also became an eternal pain in the heart of the dialect.

Just when he was fighting like a beast, he didn't realize that his body was quietly changing, and the blood 'color' of the left half of his body slowly faded, and finally turned into a strange white, and the whole person became half black and half white, which was very weird. Fang Yan didn't feel the slightest feeling, but instinctively waved his fists, until the monster in front of him and this tragic scene suddenly receded like a 'tide', and he stopped with a blank face.

I don't know when, the black 'color' curtain gradually faded, the sky became dim, and a figure suddenly appeared from the dark 'color', suddenly striking behind Fang Yan. Originally, there was some wooden dialect, but at this moment, his body suddenly became smart, and just when the long sword was about to hit his back, he turned his body strangely to avoid it, and then turned around and punched the person who came to the 'chest'.

If Fang Yan was still conscious at this moment, he would definitely be able to recognize this person, it was the Qin Shouyi who was once a disciple of the Lihuo 'Gate' with Fang Yan, and was later 'trapped' by him in the cold crystal vein. This person's face and dress are not the slightest different from Qin Shouyi's, but his face is expressionless, like a lifeless puppet, being hit in the front 'chest' by the dialect but not even showing a trace of pain.

This person's body was only slightly stiff, and he was about to recall the long sword to attack again, but Fang Yan's movements were too fast. Qin Shouyi's figure here has not yet stood firm, and the dialect over there has punched one after another, and then a punch is as fast as a punch, and the attack is dense without leaving any gap, and the fist falls on this person like a storm.

With a "bang", Qin Shouyi was hit in the head by the dialect, but it strangely turned into a black gas and disappeared in a blink of an eye. And Fang Yan's demeanor became blank again, as if he was born to fight, as long as the opponent appeared, his eyes would glow with a strange red light, and the whole person would be 'excited' alive in an instant.

However, after a few breaths, another person quietly appeared, his actions were equally secretive, but he was still perceived by Fang Yan when he launched a surprise attack, almost the same as before, Fang Yan did not use any treasure at all, and with a pair of fists, he killed the person again. And the appearance of this person is also the opponent who has been killed by the dialect, and even the methods used are the same as those used in his lifetime.

Since then, things have become more and more bizarre, and people around Fang Yan have been constantly attacked, sometimes by one person, sometimes by several people, and the surrounding scenes will change from time to time. The only thing that remains unchanged is that these people are all monks who have died at the hands of the dialect, and the methods used have also been used in front of the dialect, but these people all died again at the hands of the dialect without exception.

I don't know how long it has been, and I can't remember how many people died at his hands again, all of which seemed to be just repeating the killing in the dialect, 'arousing' the killing intent in his heart. Fang Yan is like a puppet who only knows how to kill at the moment, only battle can wake him up, and in the long run, he will be immersed in his super combat power and gradually sink.

"Could it be that this is the path of immortals? Cultivating immortals is just to have the most powerful power, to have the strength to control everything, the so-called immortals are the people with the highest and strongest power? Yes and no?" A voice suddenly sounded in Fang Yan's ears, and at this moment he seemed to be 'excited' again, and as if he had been awakened from a dream, looking around blankly.

The surroundings were empty, and the dazzling white light enveloped the vicinity at some point, and the dialect suddenly desperately tried to find the source of this sound, but in the end found nothing. But this made the dialect more and more anxious, and a trace of clarity floated in his heart, and a strange thought suddenly arose in his heart, as if this voice was very important to him.

"Are you looking for me? Actually, you and I are symbiotic, my existence is your existence, you can see me, you can see your heart, you can also say, I am the other you. You haven't answered my question yet, and now look at your heart and answer me, do you want to have unparalleled power, even to the point of doing so?"

At this moment, a mist slowly gathered in front of the dialect, but strangely, this mist was black and white, as if there was an insurmountable boundary in the middle. Gradually, the mist merged into a figure, and after a while, it became clearer and clearer, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the current appearance of the dialect, but it was impossible to see the person's face clearly.

"The other me, is you my own heart?" Fang Yan was very surprised, and suddenly he realized something, and at this time, all the experiences he had had here before suddenly became extremely real again. The kind of despair when facing the power of heaven and earth, the comfort when he was happy with his strength, all kinds of feelings hit him again, and he couldn't help but fall into 'confusion' again.

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