Martial Mythology

I saw the old man releasing a ray of the creator's will, which turned into a barrier, covering him and Zhang Lu.

"I didn't expect that little friend Zhang Yu turned out to be a quasi-Hunmeng master. I was mistaken." Mr. Mu stared at Zhang Lu, "I don't know what to call this Hunmeng avatar?"

"You can call me... Zhang Lu." Zhang Lu smiled.

Mr. Mu nodded: "I didn't know that your deity was the quasi-Hunmeng Lord before. Please forgive me for being negligent."

Zhang Lu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I am not such a stingy person."

Yes, Zhang Yu has never been a stingy person, he just holds a grudge.

"I don't know who Zhang Lu is here this time?" Elder Mu asked.

"It's nothing, I just went to the Heavenly Tomb and learned something, so I came to check with you." Zhang Lu said while paying attention to the reaction of the old man, "I hope the old man will cooperate."

The old man was startled, and immediately said: "That fellow Necromancer must have said a lot of bad things about me, right?"

Necromancer should refer to the spirit of heaven.

Zhang Lu was noncommittal, and said: "The will of the tomb has been said a lot, and it is difficult to tell the truth from the fake, so I came here to find Mr. Mu to check it out. After all, I can't listen to the will of the tomb. If I wrong a good person, then my The guilt is great."

"What did the Necromancer say?" Mr. Mu was not in a hurry to explain anything, but asked with great interest.

"The Will of the Heavenly Tomb said that he is the clone of the Lord of Darkness, and the purpose of building the Apocalypse Altar is to resurrect the Lord of Darkness." Zhang Lu said without delay.

Elder Mu couldn't help smacking his lips as if he had heard some joke, but he didn't immediately refute, but asked, "He said he was the clone of the Lord of Darkness, what about me? What identity did he arrange for me? "

This is almost close to saying that Tianling is lying.

Zhang Lu didn't hide anything, and said very simply: "He said that you were once an effective subordinate of the Lord of Darkness. Later, when the Lord of Darkness fell, you betrayed the Lord of Darkness and tried to refine the remains of Lord of Darkness. The will of the Creator, by opening up a new Hunmeng, stepping into the realm of the Hunmeng Lord."

"Hahaha..." Mr. Mu couldn't help laughing, "This Necromancer really has a way of making up stories."

"So, the Will of the Tomb is lying?" Zhang Lu pretended to be surprised.

Mr. Mu glanced at Zhang Lu and said, "I don't believe that little friend Zhang Lu can't even see this."

Zhang Lu did not refute, and said: "Then, what is the truth of the matter?"

"The lord of the muddy fog did construct a muddy clone, but the muddy clone is not a dead spirit, but... me." The old man smiled lightly, "Actually, I don't want to reveal this identity, because it may give people a lot of trouble if I say it. It's a feeling of showing off, but that fellow Necromancer actually pretended to be me, I can't stand it anymore."

Although he guessed that Tianling should have lied, Zhang Lu never expected that Old Man Hai would also claim that he was the clone of the Lord of Darkness.

Before Zhang Lu could open his mouth, Elder Mu said again: "Young friend Zhang Lu, you might as well think about it, how can the avatar of the majestic Muddy Lord be as inhuman as a dead spirit?"

"He said that it was because of the fall of the Lord of Darkness that he became like that inexplicably." Zhang Lu repeated Tianling's words.

"What does the deity's fall have anything to do with the avatar?" Mr. Mu glanced at Zhang Lu and said, "To put it bluntly, if little friend Zhang Yu falls, does little friend Zhang Lu think he will turn into a dead spirit? ?”

Zhang Lu shrugged: "Who knows?"

"It seems that little friend Zhang Lu has doubts about me." Mr. Mu was not angry, and still had a faint smile on his face, "But that's right, after all, you came into contact with the undead first, and you have preconceived ideas. It’s hard to believe what I said. But what’s true is true, and what’s false is false. Time will tell who is the clone of the Lord of Darkness.”

The old man is very calm, as if he has absolute self-confidence.

"Since you said that you are the clone of the Lord of Confusion, what about the Will of the Heavenly Tomb?" Zhang Lu asked.

"Strictly speaking, the identity of the undead has something to do with the Lord of the Hunmeng." Regardless of whether Zhang Luxiang believes it or not, he said directly: "Since Zhang Yu is the quasi-Mumenglord, you should know it. Hunmeng will also give birth to a strange existence similar to Hunmeng's spirit, but that thing will not appear under normal circumstances, and will only appear after the fall of the Hunmeng Lord, gradually eating away at Hunmeng. It is a kind of A special will, or a kind of embodiment of death. It is not a specific life, but the reality of destruction and death. This is the necromancer."

"The reality of destruction and death?" Zhang Lu was thoughtful.

"The undead itself does not exist, or in other words, does not actually exist. Only after the fall of the Lord of the Darkness, the undead will manifest, because it itself represents destruction and death." Mr. Mu said: "Although it seems to have its own thinking and consciousness, it seems to be a special kind of life, but in fact, all these are illusions. It actually has no thinking and consciousness, and it is not a life. It is destruction and death itself, which represents the destruction of the entire darkness."

Hearing Mr. Mu's description, Zhang Lu became more and more confused.

It is difficult to understand what kind of existence the sky spirit, or the dead spirit, is.

Destruction and death?

Can this thing be realized?

"Although it sounds absurd, it is the truth." The old man said: "Dead spirits cannot be destroyed, because the Lord of the Darkness has fallen, and the destruction and destruction of the Darkness is unavoidable unless the Lord of the Darkness Resurrection, otherwise, no one can prevent this from happening. And if the Lord of Darkness is resurrected, then there is no need to destroy the undead, because it will disappear automatically, and the pace of destruction of Darkness will also stop."

When Mr. Mu said this, Zhang Lu could understand a little bit.

"Then you opened up the Hunmeng Heaven to revive the Lord of Hunmeng?" Zhang Lu asked.

"No." The old man shook his head.

"No?" Zhang Lu was a little surprised.

He originally thought that if the old man was really the clone of the Lord of Darkness, he would definitely want to resurrect the Lord of Darkness.

Old Mu sighed, and said: "The so-called resurrection is simply a lie of the dead spirit. It is a deception. In fact, people die when they die, how can they be resurrected casually? Maybe for Master Hunmeng, Even more powerful people may have special means to revive people, but I don't have that ability."

He looked at Zhang Lu and said, "This deity has fallen completely. The body, soul, and even consciousness are completely annihilated, and there is only a little remaining will. Do you think that in this situation, you can still be resurrected?"

Consciousness is the foundation of life. When the physical body is annihilated, the soul can still be reincarnated. After the soul is annihilated, it can be reshaped by the will of the creator. Even if the will of the creator is annihilated, it can still reincarnate with consciousness. If you die, you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

Of course, this is limited to the level of the Muddy Master. The Lord of the Muddy is the supreme existence beyond the Muddy Master. Does anyone know if there are other means of resurrection?

"Since you can't revive the Lord of Hunmeng, why did you open up Hunmeng Tian?" Zhang Lu asked.

Faced with Zhang Lu's questioning eyes, Mr. Mu was still very indifferent, and said: "In order to open up a new Hunmeng!"

"So, as Necromancer said, this Hunmeng is an existence similar to the Altar of Apocalypse. In the future, the whole Hunmeng needs to be sacrificed to upgrade to a new Hunmeng?" Zhang Lu asked.

"Although there are not many truths in the mouth of the undead, these words are indeed true." The old man said: "To create a new Hunmeng, you must sacrifice the original Hunmeng... This is because of the great power of the apocalypse." Otherwise, with my strength, even if I add so many kings of the Ten Thousand Realm, it is absolutely impossible to create a new Hunmeng."

"What about the billions of creatures in the twilight?" Zhang Lu took a deep breath and asked.

"What I can do is to transfer as many people as possible to Hunmengtian. I can save as much as I can." Facing Zhang Lu's gaze, Mr. Mu said calmly, "Maybe the people I can save are not as good as Hunmeng's creatures. One ten thousandth, or even one ten thousandth. But... this is already the limit of my ability."

Zhang Lu asked, "Haven't you thought about transferring all living beings to Hunmengtian?"

"Two questions." The old man said: "First, Hunmeng can't hold it. Second, Hunmeng needs the vitality they provide to continue to operate. Without them, Hunmeng will be destroyed quickly, and with it , Hunmengtian will also be destroyed together."