Martial Mythology

After witnessing Zhang Yu's terrifying methods with his own eyes, Sun Yan felt numb from head to toe as if struck by lightning.

His pride and self-confidence, which came from the muddled master, was blown to pieces.

As the avatar of the Lord of Hunmeng, Sun Yan is well aware of the power of the Lord of Hunmeng, who can wipe out tens of thousands of heavy realm kings with a wave of his hand, and even wipe out the existence of Hunmeng. It seems to be stronger than his true master, the Lord of the Darkness!

Incomprehensibly strong!

"Why, it's surprising?" Although Sun Yan couldn't see the expression clearly, but the latter was silent, Zhang Yu could still guess the other party's psychology at the moment, "How is it, compared with your real deity, how is it?"

Sun Yan moved his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

He didn't know how to evaluate it, because he really didn't want to admit that the young man in front of him, whom he regarded as the quasi-Murderous Lord, was actually stronger than his real Lord.

More importantly, he felt that this young man was as unfathomable as the vast ocean and the boundless starry sky.

He can feel the strength of his true self. The suffocating and irresistible strength is like a mountain.

However, he couldn't perceive Zhang Yu's strength at all. It was like a bottomless abyss that could never see the end.

After a long time, Sun Yan finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse and dry: "Why? Aren't you the quasi-muddler?"

His voice was full of inconceivability, how could the quasi-hunmeng master possess such terrifying strength? Could it be that my perception is wrong?

However, Zhang Lu did indeed look like the clone of the quasi-Mulberry Lord, not the clone of the Hunmeng Lord. If Zhang Lu was really the clone of the Muddy Lord, how could he only have that little strength?

Sun Yan couldn't understand it, and his mind was full of doubts.

"My situation is a bit special. You can think of me as a quasi-hunmeng master, but strictly speaking, I'm not a quasi-hunmeng master." Zhang Yu said lightly.

Sun Yan didn't understand Zhang Yu's words. Is he the quasi-Hunmeng Lord or the real Hunmeng Lord?

Zhang Yu did not give a clear answer.

"Actually, I don't even know what state I'm in now." Zhang Yu told the truth this time, because he was different from the ordinary quasi-Hunmeng Lord, and he had not set foot in the realm of Hunmeng Lord.

Sun Yan looked at Zhang Yu suspiciously. He didn't quite believe what Zhang Yu said just now.

"Oh, forget it, I can't tell for a while about my situation." Zhang Yu waved his hand, "You just need to know that I am invincible here!"

"Invincible?"

"Yes, invincible!" Zhang Yu nodded, and said indifferently: "The so-called invincible means that no matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how many enemies come, they are no different from ants in front of me. A muddled man like you Lord, even if there are ten thousand of them, I can destroy them with one thought."

His expression was very calm, but the content of his words was extremely confident.

That kind of self-confidence from the inside out gives people a strong persuasive power.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Yu didn't care whether Sun Yan believed it or not, and said lightly: "Now, let's sacrifice a little bit of your consciousness first!"

Sun Yan was not an ordinary Hun master. With Zhang Yu's strength in the Hun Meng, he was not sure how to control him. Just in case, Zhang Yu asked Sun Yan to sacrifice a little consciousness.

Just like Xiaoxie back then, through sacrificing consciousness so that Zhang Yu could control it.

Sun Yan's heart sank, and he refused without hesitation: "Impossible!"

His allegiance to Zhang Yu is already the bottom line, and the sense of sacrifice is absolutely impossible.

From his point of view, this was an insult to him, trampling on his dignity and pride.

"I am the avatar of the Lord of Darkness. How can I sacrifice my consciousness to others?" Sun Yan's voice was a little annoyed. Kill me, but don't insult me ​​like this!"

Zhang Yu said expressionlessly: "Wake up, the Lord of the Darkness has long since fallen, what kind of clone of the Lord of the Darkness are you? Besides, if you don't sacrifice your consciousness, how can I trust you?"

"Why can't you trust me?" Sun Yan asked, "I, Sun Yan, will naturally not go back on what I promised."

Zhang Yu asked back: "You can even betray your true self, the Lord of the Darkness, who else can't?"

"Who said I..." Sun Yan stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

Indeed, his subjective intentions did not betray the Lord of Darkness, but what he has done these years is no different from betrayal.

Killing countless Hunmen, pushing Hunmeng to destruction, and accelerating Hunmeng's decline, isn't this the behavior of a traitor?

Zhang Yu continued: "If you are sincerely loyal to me, what difference does it make to you whether you have a sense of sacrifice or not? Stop maintaining your ridiculous dignity and pride. As I said, that dignity and pride, As early as when you were taken away by Mu Wusheng, you were no longer there."

Sun Yan was silent.

Zhang Yu's words uncovered his scars again, and sprinkled salt on the bloody wound.

He struggled painfully in his heart, and finally compromised: "I can sacrifice consciousness, but you must promise me that in the future, you will build me a powerful body comparable to my consciousness, and let me fight against Mu Wusheng!"

Revenge is his only obsession.

"Okay." Zhang Yu agreed very readily: "This condition is not excessive at all, I can promise you."

This condition, Zhang Lu had promised Sun Yan before, but now it was just a promise made by Zhang Yu himself.

Sun Yan took a deep breath, and immediately laughed at himself: "Unexpectedly, my avatar of the majestic Muddy Lord ended up like this..."

As soon as the voice fell, Sun Yan immediately cut a ray of consciousness, and gave up the control of this ray of consciousness, allowing Zhang Yu to manipulate it.

After Zhang Yu received this wisp of consciousness, the two of them immediately established a connection between consciousness, which was a connection beyond the soul, just like Sun Yan was his avatar, although the essence was different, But it turned out to be about the same.

He can even check Sun Yan's memory and perceive Sun Yan's thoughts.

Zhang Yu was not polite at all. After accepting Sun Yan's consciousness, he immediately checked Sun Yan's memory. He had to confirm whether what Sun Yan said before was true, about Mu Wusheng, about the tomb , and the matter about the Lord of Hunmeng, Zhang Yu is not to be blamed for being so cautious, it is because Sun Yan has a previous record of lying, and it is better to re-confirm some things.

Fortunately, after reviewing Sun Yan's memory, Zhang Yu was sure that Sun Yan was not lying.

"Master..." Sun Yan shouted these two words with difficulty, feeling humiliated.

Zhang Yu waved his hand and said, "Just call me Mr. Dean directly."

Hearing this, Sun Yan felt a little better: "Yes, Mr. Dean."