Martial Mythology

"If Mu Wusheng is really as you said, I won't let him go without you saying so." Zhang Ludan smiled and said, "Are there any other conditions?"

Sun Yan was silent for a while. At first he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be worried, and finally shook his head: "You can do it now, I promise, I will never resist, and I will let you deal with it."

Xiaoxie was ready to move: "Master, let me swallow him."

The vast aura of death made Xiaoxie very envious.

If it can swallow all the air of the tomb, its strength will probably be raised to an incredible level.

"You can't." Sun Yan glanced at Xiao Xie, and said calmly: "With you, you still can't kill me."

Xiaoxie was immediately unconvinced: "That's not necessarily true."

"My consciousness comes from the Lord of the Hunmeng. Unless I also step into the realm of the Lord of the Hunmeng, or become a quasi-Murderer of the Hunmeng, no one will be able to erase my consciousness." Sun Yan said lightly, "Even the dead man can't kill you." , do you think you are stronger than Mu Wusheng?"

Xiaoxie stagnates, although it has also reached the realm of immeasurable good fortune, it is obviously still a little tender compared to Mu Wusheng who stepped into this realm countless years ago.

"Even if I stand still here, you still can't kill me." Sun Yan had no expression on his face.

These words hit Xiao Xie hard, but Xiao Xie couldn't refute, so angry that his teeth itched.

At this time Zhang Lu suddenly said: "Do you dare to go to another place with me?"

Hearing this, Sun Yan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "You want me to go to the Hunmeng created by your deity? Why?"

Zhang Lu's true self is the quasi-Hunmeng Lord. Sun Yan already knew this, but he just didn't understand why Zhang Lu didn't kill him directly, but planned to take him to another Hunmeng instead?

"To be honest, I have thought about killing you directly." Zhang Lu said: "But now I have changed my mind."

Sun Yan is the source of the aura of the tomb, but it does not mean that killing him will prevent the aura of the tomb from continuing to grow, because even if Sun Yan dies, there will be a high probability that a new existence similar to the mysterious will will be born, such as a certain head The muddy spirit transformed like Xiaoxie, becoming an existence comparable to the mysterious will.

Leaving Sun Yan alive, allowing Sun Yan to control the Qi of the tomb, might be able to buy some time for Hunmeng.

Sun Yan deserved to die, but he might be more useful alive than dead.

"Think about the things you have done for so many Hunji in the past, and think about the harm you have caused Hunmeng." Zhang Lu said, "Don't you think it's too easy to just die like this? Don't you think, Should I be responsible for this, to make up for the damage I caused to Hunmeng?"

"I understand what you mean." Sun Yan said indifferently: "But I have already embarked on this road, and I can no longer turn back."

From the time he killed the first Hun Yuzhu, there was no turning back.

He stared at Zhang Lu: "It is the instinct of this mutated creator's will to kill the Hun Master, manipulate the puppets to sacrifice, and destroy the Hun Meng, just like the breath of a mortal. It is an instinct... Even if I try to restrain myself , nor can it resist the erosion of Hunmeng by the air of the dead tomb."

Maybe at first he was barely able to suppress that instinct, but he, who had already fallen into the abyss, couldn't do it anymore.

It is not easy for him to maintain a little sanity now and not go completely crazy.

"Kill me, at least in a short period of time, the speed of muddy destruction can be slowed down..." Sun Yan seemed to have long since wanted to live, and death was a kind of relief to him, "Also, this little thing beside you, It also seems to be able to manipulate the air of the dead tomb, with its help, maybe Hun Meng can really realize another kind of eternity."

As long as Xiao Xie can guarantee to swallow all the Qi of the Tomb of Hunmeng, and every time it generates a little Qi of the Tomb of Death, it can swallow it in time, then Hunmeng can be saved from the road of destruction.

Of course, the Hunmeng is so big, there are those who control the Hunmeng falling every moment, Xiaoxie can't completely swallow all the dead tomb energy, unless it can be strong enough to rival the realm of the Hunmeng Lord, so even if he kills the grandson Yan, even with the help of Xiaoxie, it is impossible to stop Hunmeng's destruction, it can only greatly delay the time of Hunmeng's destruction.

After a pause, Sun Yan said again: "In addition, let me remind you that the body of this little thing is very similar to mine in essence. Maybe one day, it will also follow my path."

"Bah!" Xiaoxie immediately cursed angrily, "You bastard, don't slander me!"

It wished to tear Sun Yan's mouth.

Sun Yan said very calmly: "Maybe you can still maintain your rationality now, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future? You have already tasted the sweetness of the breath of death... and once you take this road, it will be very difficult for you." It's hard to turn back. I'm the clone of the Lord of Obscurity, and I think I have good self-control, but didn't I also fall in the end? How long do you think you can hold on?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yu looked at Xiaoxie thoughtfully.

Xiaoxie felt bad for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said cautiously: "Master, don't listen to this old guy's nonsense, even if I die, I, Xiaoxie, can't become like this old guy!" On the other hand, he secretly scolded Sun Yan, this old man, when he was about to die, he wanted to blackmail himself, it was simply too bad.

"You can believe it or not, I just remind you kindly." Sun Yan said.

Zhang Lu waved his hand and said, "I'll talk about the future. If Xiaoxie really becomes like that, I have my own way to solve it."

Xiaoxie's life and death are only in his mind. If Xiaoxie makes trouble, his consciousness can be wiped out with a single thought.

"It's still the same problem, do you dare to come with me?" Zhang Lu looked at Sun Yan, "Maybe, I can solve your body problem for you, and even rebuild a powerful body for you."

After careful consideration, Zhang Lu finally decided to save Sun Yan's life and take it for his own use.

What he valued was not Sun Yan's ability to manipulate the aura of the dead tomb, not Sun Yan's powerful strength, but his strong consciousness.

Sun Yan's consciousness comes from the Lord of Confusion. Although it is not as terrifying as the Lord of Confusion, it is still very close. If Sun Yan is constructed with a body that matches his consciousness, will Sun Yan be able to display what kind of power? Strength?

For Zhang Lu, this is a bold experiment, and it is also a novel exploration and attempt. Even if it fails, nothing will be lost, but if it succeeds, it will definitely be of great significance to him.

"You would be so kind?" Sun Yan was a little skeptical, "And I don't think you can do it. There is still a gap between the quasi-Hunmeng Lord and the real Hunmeng Lord."

"Whether I can do it or not is not something you should worry about. Try it, and you will know?" Zhang Yu said lightly: "But you are right about one thing. I will help you, of course not because of love, but Conditional."

"What conditions?"

"Be loyal to me." Zhang Yu met Sun Yan's curious eyes and said calmly, "This is my only condition!"

"Impossible." Sun Yan refused without hesitation, "I can die, but I can't be loyal to anyone!"

He is the clone of the Lord of Darkness, and this is his only remaining dignity and pride, and he will never allow anyone to trample on him.

"Don't you want to kill Mu Wusheng yourself?" Zhang Yu said without hesitation, "Be loyal to me, and I will find a way to reshape your physical body, so that you can fight Mu Wusheng with dignity!"

As soon as these words came out, Sun Yan fell silent.