For the Taixu Sword, Tang Ze couldn't say what it felt, it was complicated, it was complicated. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It gave Tang Ze two peerless exercises, allowing him to reach the third realm in just one year. And it also brought a threat to Tang Ze, a threat more terrifying than death...... The deprivation of consciousness, the possession of the soul!

Every time Tang Ze was affected by an abnormal emotion, when he came to his senses, he could feel that emotion was constantly changing him. And this time, Tang Ze already knew that he was abnormal, but he didn't resist, and even cooperated to accept those emotions, which made him have a sharper fighting instinct, and accurately control the energy in his body bit by bit, so that he could kill the five Zhuji Realm, take revenge, know his heart, and be fully satisfied.

Tang Ze accepted violence and killing, when a person died in his hands, when he turned into a blood sea demon, his consciousness was still awake, which made him feel more and more clearly this abnormal emotion, the whole process of eroding his mind.

It's as if the virus is spreading and infecting the system, as if countless bugs are eating at the brain. That's right, the metaphor of a bug eating his brain would be more appropriate, and this abnormal emotion is indeed constantly affecting his brain...... So what about the influence, is it control or possession, or something else?

Tang Ze had seriously thought about the purpose of the Taixu Sword's actions, and there were only a few reasons.

He was a martial arts master in his previous life, and in the end, he also condensed his supernatural powers, but for the Hongmeng treasure of the Taixu Sword, he is no different from other ordinary people, and if humans and the Taixu Sword want to forcibly compare, I am afraid that the concept of the sun and cells will have to be introduced. How could such an existence choose him?

Then he came to a conclusion, the Taixu Sword chose him, the biggest possibility is: this is an accident, completely immediate, and anyone who gets the broken piece of ink jade will also encounter a similar situation to him.

Tang Ze had also thought about whether the Taixu Sword was in his body or not, and the existence of the impact on him was the Taixu Sword itself, or the spirit of the Taixu Sword? Or was it that the previous owners of the Taixu Sword had not died yet!? Tang Ze had spent time thinking about these.

He thinks that the biggest possibility is that the Void Sword Weapon Spirit is too weak!

The Thunder Sword is only an eight-grade spiritual weapon, but Tang Ze feels that the instrument spirit in it has a good spiritual intelligence, almost not much different from a three-year-old child?

Looking at the Xuanjin light that was getting closer and closer, bigger and bigger, and brighter and brighter in front of him, Tang Ze was at least a little sure, the space where the Taixu Sword was located was not in his body, but in some unknown corner, every time he came here, he was pulled in, I don't know how much space distance he crossed, he came and went unconsciously two times before, and this time, I don't know what the reason is, he actually clearly felt that he was being pulled.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the deathly silence and darkness around him, and the corners of Tang Ze's mouth revealed a trace of bitterness, as well as a trace of ruthlessness and madness.

He didn't visualize the Taixu Sword again, but after the previous crazy killing, especially the sudden appearance of the Xuanjin lines on his body, he inexplicably had a feeling that this time he entered the Taixu Sword space, I am afraid that it is more than auspicious.

According to the indications, he was very likely to be deprived of his true self by the Taixu Sword, and then become its slave or something.

After coming to this world, Tang Ze had that he would die on the path of seeking the Tao one day, but he never thought that his spiritual will would be deprived or controlled, and his body would become a container for a sword, a tool without thoughts. Although the body was still there, there was still a heartbeat and breathing, and the energy was also running, but the real Tang Ze completely disappeared between this heaven and earth.

He doesn't have any feelings, he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't remember what he once cherished, he didn't care, he hated.

No, how can I, Tang Ze, accept such a result. There are still so many people waiting for him, and so many people waiting for him to kill them one by one, he must not die.

In front of him, the golden mangs were bright, and Tang Ze's figure entered a burst of brilliance, his eyes adjusted slightly, and then he saw the surrounding situation clearly.

Between heaven and earth, a golden long sword that seemed to run through the origin and end hung in the dark void, and countless intricate lines on the sword body flickered, as if it had existed for eternity after a long time.

The sun, moon and stars composed of countless golden runes surrounded it, and the golden light that shone out was all blessed on this long sword.

This time, the breath Tang Ze felt was more cordial and vast, just like his mother's embrace, giving him a warm and comfortable feeling.

And he once again had the illusion that he was the lord of the world, the king of all gods.

But Tang Ze didn't care about this, he didn't care about the violent and murderous aura above his mind, and he didn't care about it, his indifferent eyes looked straight around the Taixu Sword, and the eight extra demon god phantoms stood up to the sky and the earth, as if they were standing in the middle of heaven and earth! Every figure almost covered half of the sky.

There was a thin old man sitting cross-legged on the ground with a long sword in his hand, with a sad expression.

There was a handsome blonde scholar with a scroll in his hand and a face covered in scales.

There was a middle-aged warrior holding a three-zhang long knife and standing under his feet, his whole body exuding this angry flame.

There is a bald old monk with his hands folded and looking down at the common people with a smile, and a big tiger with fiery fur is coiled around him.

There is also a man in white with wings on his back and a scroll on his back, a bearded man with a withered body and a heavenly dragon wrapped around his body, a beautiful woman with a cold expression and a blue sword in front of her, and a black mist shrouded in pitch-black shadows, vaguely forming a human figure.

The translucent phantoms of these eight people are almost half the height of the Taixu Sword, and the aura on their bodies is also different, but they are all pure and immaculate, and they are all clear. To Tang Ze, they have been connected with the Taixu Sword, but they have their own unique aura.

Tang Ze didn't expect that a speculation that he thought was unlikely would actually appear-even since the previous master of the Taixu Sword had not died yet, and all eight of them existed!

Things are going for the worst.

Just as Tang Ze was looking at these eight people, the golden runes around the Taixu Sword suddenly swayed in a circle of golden rays, and the original darkness was suddenly torn apart by this full golden rays, and they went out layer by layer. And when the golden mang tore through the darkness and swept over the bodies of these eight people at the same time, the aura of desolation, coldness, pity, darkness, depth, rage, depth, and loneliness came down above the void, and then in this breath, Tang Ze heard all kinds of complex chanting, roaring, and wailing...... Eroded his mind.

Immediately afterwards, the translucent bodies of these eight people also lit up with a golden light, like a Taixu sword, shining brightly, as if suddenly becoming much more vivid. Looking at it from Tang Ze's position, they seemed to have suddenly turned into golden suns, the suns suspended in the dark void, and the light was close to the Taixu Sword.

"How can all eight of them be alive, what is the secret of the Taixu Sword?"

These eight people seemed to be able to know Tang Ze's thoughts, just after Tang Ze said this sentence in his heart, a desolate and solemn voice echoed in this space, no, it should be eight voices sounding in unison, but it seemed a little dull.

"O adaptor of the Taixu True Demon Duel, the son of luck in the Shenzhou world, we have confirmed your qualifications, you will become the ninth master of the Taixu Sword, the end of all this, and the most powerful hero of the human race in the future...... Bow down and join us...... We will give you eternity!"