In the Blade

Du Chengfeng is probably dead.

This kind of death may not be considered a real death, after all, Du Chengfeng still has his own consciousness, but his consciousness is still a little vague and chaotic, or it is hard to say whether this is even his will.

After all, many things in his mind at the moment are obviously not what he can think of.

"We want to leave here..."

"We want to go outside..."

"We want to take back everything that should belong to us..."

So where are we leaving? Where are we going?

And what are we going to take back?

Facing these voices lingering in his heart, Du Chengfeng was a little confused, but a lot of information was washing his mind, and all the information was constantly summarized and concluded, and finally he came to a conclusion in his heart.

That is, these statements are correct.

It is to leave here, to go outside, to take back everything that belongs to them, after all, they belong there.

"So where do we belong?"

Du Chengfeng was still a little confused, but more and more voices were heard around him.

Those voices obviously got the information. They discussed enthusiastically and kept agreeing that the information was right. They should leave here, go outside, and take back everything that originally belonged to them.

"So what exactly should be taken back?"

Du Chengfeng still didn't understand. After all, this kind of incoherent statement itself was confusing.

But even if he didn't understand, it didn't matter.

It was just because the desire had risen in his heart.

Is it important to take back what? It doesn't seem to be that important. He just needs to take away everything, take away everything he sees. After all, these should belong to him, and they should belong to them.

Whoever stands in the way will be killed.

Gods will kill gods, Buddhas will kill Buddhas, no matter who stands in front of them, no matter who stands in front of him, just kill them, just kill them all...

"So, who should be killed?"

Du Chengfeng fell into confusion again, but immediately, his weak reaction was drowned in the boundless surging waves.

Is it important to kill who? It didn't seem that important. Just kill them all. No one could stop them. No one could stop him. As long as they kept killing, they would eventually get what they wanted, and he would eventually get what he wanted...

"Is this what I want?"

Du Chengfeng's consciousness paused for a moment again.

It sounded like it made sense. After all, he had been doing this all along. In order to get what he wanted, he had fought all the way to now. He had almost no defeats. He won and won again. He seemed to be the one who should not have any doubts about this statement.

But did he really get what he wanted?

It seemed...no.

In fact, what he wanted was not that complicated. A place to live, a way to live in peace, he might raise two cats, or a dog, and it would be even better if he could have a few more friends to eat with.

After all, his cooking skills have always been very good.

But this not-so-complicated need is so difficult to achieve. He must kill, he must keep killing, he must use killing to gain power, so that he can use power to defend this hard-earned life.

However, after having power, can he get what he wants?

It seems, not.

At the beginning, he was still chasing power, but when he had enough power to get everything, power began to chase him - I don't know since when, he can't stop, he must become stronger, stronger, and constantly stronger, even all the way to become the strongest.

But, is there really the strongest?

There is always a mountain higher than the other.

There will always be stronger people appearing in front of him, there will always be stronger existences, there has never been any strongest, only stronger, stronger, and stronger... and stronger!

"More and stronger!"

That voice shouted in his mind, reminding him what to do and what to do.

"More and stronger!"

Those surrounding voices shouted in his ears, warning him that if he didn't do this, he would be trampled under their feet.

"More... stronger!"

As Du Chengfeng spoke, the ink on his face became darker and darker.

Everything is for becoming stronger, becoming stronger is everything, this is an irrefutable truth, and the only way.

"So... then what?"

Du Chengfeng looked at his hands.

Become stronger? Then what?

Everything is gone, leaving only the empty strengthening itself?

"Is this really what I want?"

The last bit of clarity made Du Chengfeng raise his head.

"Is this really what you want?"

The noisy voice suddenly became silent.

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng could see the source of those voices clearly. They were people one after another, people covered in ink, a sea of ​​people, and there was almost no end in sight at a glance.

They were tall, short, fat, and thin, and their looks were different, but the only thing that was so similar was the lingering confusion on their faces.

Du Chengfeng even found many familiar faces among them, including his friends, those who had been friends with him, those who had been enemies with him, and even those who had been killed by him... These figures covered in ink all looked at him blankly at this moment.

His eyes were blank, leaving only the emptiness itself.

Those pairs of empty eyes seemed to be talking, their hearts were full of doubts, and they were very puzzled.

They didn't understand why there would be people who didn't want to become stronger.

If you don't want to become stronger, then what do you want to do?

"I..."

Du Chengfeng was speechless for a while.

After all, he really had no reason to refute. His so-called reasons and so-called dreams were so small and untenable in front of this huge weight.

Everything is for becoming stronger, becoming stronger is everything, as long as you become stronger, you can overcome everything, as long as you become stronger, you can have everything, as long as you become stronger...

"As long as, become stronger..."

The ink stains on his body once again deepened, gradually making him no different from other figures.

However, at this time, there was a breeze blowing on his face.

In this kind of place, in this kind of environment, it seems that there shouldn't be wind, but at this moment, there was wind blowing past his ears, and the wind blew slowly and slowly past his side.

It was like an old friend who had known each other for many years.

"You..."

Du Chengfeng subconsciously raised his head.

Perhaps it didn't matter if he didn't raise his head, just because the figure was too huge and too conspicuous - in the dark ink in front of him, the huge giant figure was the only one that was not stained with ink.

"You..."

Du Chengfeng recognized the figure.

"Aren't you already..."

"..."

The nameless giant didn't answer, but just smiled and waved to him.

Then, he walked towards Du Chengfeng.

With every step, the giant's figure shrank a little, and with every step, the giant's figure became more illusory.

Du Chengfeng felt something, which made him subconsciously walk towards the giant. However, no matter how much he pushed away the ink-stained figures around him and squeezed forward, the huge figure gradually dissipated and dissipated in front of his eyes.

All that was left for him was the breeze blowing by his body.

The breeze blew on his shoulders, as if an old friend was patting his shoulders.

It was just a brief warmth, but it made Du Chengfeng open his eyes again.

In his pupils, a flame flashed.

He clenched his fists again, and the fire shone in his fists.

The fire burned his body and burned the ink that had penetrated into his bones. It was a pain that penetrated into his bones, but Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth and persisted - or rather, he didn't need to use words like persistence. After all, he had already endured countless forging and smelting, and had already endured burning again and again.

The more pain and suffering, the more his eyes shone.

As the only light burning in the darkness, more and more figures covered with ink looked over. They were puzzled and confused. They didn't understand why anyone would resist this only truth.

"The only... truth?"

Du Chengfeng, clenching his teeth, sneered for a moment.

"The only truth? Who told you?"

As Du Chengfeng sneered, the fire on his body became brighter and brighter.

The scorching temperature not only burned himself, but also the figures around him. More and more ink dried up under the scorching, revealing the human figures wrapped in it.

And the original emptiness and confusion on their faces gradually became vivid.

They looked at each other, they talked to each other, and they seemed to be confused about why they appeared here, why they appeared in this place, their wills blended, but these wills were so complicated, they were talking about what they wanted, what they wanted to do, but these noisy voices could not even form a unified language.

No, maybe there are still some common points.

That is, they all have flames on their bodies.

The flames burned along the ink marks, but the fuel of the flames is not the ink marks themselves. The wet ink marks have been trying to extinguish these flames, but these flames are burning more and more, and burning more and more vigorously.

The fuel is these figures themselves.

They are resisting the ink marks, resisting the infiltration of these black inks.

With an extremely strong attitude.

Not all of them are strong. Although there are indeed some powerful people and many evil masters among them, there are more ordinary people mixed in. They have no power and no fierce heart, but at this moment, they still have flames on their bodies, showing something that can be called "strong".

That is something completely different from the ink marks just now.

It is not some empty strengthening, but a clear understanding of why they are fighting.

They took the initiative to give up those ink marks.

No, they not only gave up voluntarily, they even began to actively attack those ink stains. Although they may not know exactly where these ink stains came from, they at least knew that these ink stains were completely different from them - what exactly were they? Stain these ink stains and become another person, or burn your own will and be yourself.

They have already made their choice.

And Du Chengfeng has also made his own choice.

"Actually, you did something wrong."

At this moment, Du Chengfeng murmured to himself.

It was as if he was speaking to the ink marks in front of him, and also as if he was speaking to the entire space.

It's like he's talking to an opponent who doesn't appear here but is already everywhere.

"You shouldn't do anything unnecessary."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng held his hands empty.

Indeed, after seizing all the will, his opponent can indeed be called the strongest in the world at this moment, but it is precisely because of the need for this power that his opponent has shown weakness. .

But now, Du Chengfeng caught this weakness.

He also captured the opportunity to take action.

Then, silver light flashed across.

Following Du Chengfeng's movements, the sharp blade in Wenqu Xingjun's hand also moved. The sharp blade followed Wenqu Xingjun's intention and broke through the void in front of him. At this moment, Wenqu Xingjun was already confident of victory. He had completed the task. All that was left was the step forward, and he could almost smell the sweet air that did not belong to this world.

But the sharp blade didn't stop there.

Under Du Chengfeng's strength, the sharp blade did not stop there, but cut back diagonally. Du Chengfeng smoothly twisted his waist and turned around. His empty hand seemed to be holding a big knife, and he was swinging it out. A beautiful arc.

And Wenquxingjun was smoothly cut into two pieces by the sharp blade in his hand.

"Varied……"

Wenquxingjun's face was filled with dullness, just because everything was too unbelievable. It was obvious that he had already reached this point, it was obvious that he could get everything he wanted right away, and it was obvious that he could escape from this hellish place right away. Those wills should obviously be the same as his...

"boom--"

From the flat incision, a pillar of fire burst into the sky.

One after another, figures full of fire flew out of the incision. They were figures that had been integrated into Lord Wenqu Xing's body before. They had all become Lord Wenqu Xing's power, but at this moment these wills escaped his control.

"You guys, how could you..."

Wenquxingjun stretched out his hand in the air, but his grasp was in vain.

The hands on the material level cannot grasp those wills, just like he who was previously hidden on the level of will cannot be killed.

But now...

"You lost this time."

The silver-white blade rested on Wenqu Xingjun's neck, which made Wenqu Xingjun feel a chill.

The cold air carries a certain will, just like Wenqu Xingjun's ink marks.

This should have been his method.

"I'm very curious. Since you have also become an evil spirit, you should also understand that there must be hidden dangers in this kind of thing... Then where did you get the courage to put all your will together? You just Never thought that others would use your method to deal with you? "

"Of course it's because I'm on the right path."

At this last moment, after his body was cut in half, the dying Wenqu Xingjun no longer used the word "I wait" to refer to himself.

"I'm on the right path, so you all have to follow me. Who would have thought that you would be so... hopeless."

Having said this, Wenquxingjun couldn't help but sneer.

"Waiting to die in a place like this? Is this what you want?"

Saying this, Wenquxingjun firmly grasped the blade at his neck.

The sharp blade cut open Wenqu Xingjun's palm, and black ink dripped out, but even though his body was cut open, Wenqu Xingjun still gritted his teeth and walked forward. No matter how weak he was, no matter how close to death, Wenqu Xingjun still persisted in his pursuit of He walked forward, towards the hole he had just cut.

Nothing can stop his will, just because at this moment, he also clearly knows what he is fighting for.

After life and death were blurred, Wenquxingjun was burning his remaining will.

"Nothing can stop me... none of you can stop me!"

Even though his head was already flying, Lord Wenquxing's voice was still roaring.

"I am immortal!"