sorcerer immortal

In a way, this is a statement of fact.

The sacrifice of the God of Slaughter spread the blood of slaughter all over the world, and it was definitely not out of good intentions.

The Son of Slaughter, transformed from the blood of Slaughter, is to some extent equivalent to an incarnation of the God of Slaughter.

The Son of Slaughter is killing all over the world. The more fierce the killing, the more he will be affected by the killing power. In the end, even his own true spirit will be gradually distorted and turned into another appearance.

Once it reaches that level, even if it is not a lunatic, it is not much worse.

Duolong in front of him seems to have this trend at the moment.

"so what?"

Doron didn't seem to care about Adier's statement, and said indifferently: "I am me, even if I am crazy, so what?"

"You think I'm crazy, but how do you know I'm not enjoying myself?"

He opened his arms, feeling his own strength at this moment, and a faint fascination appeared on his face.

Chapter 746 The Face of the Deceiver

"Another lunatic who thinks he's good..."

Adier looked at Doron standing there in front of him, and this thought came to his mind.

Crazy people often don't think they are crazy.

Sometimes you say they're crazy, but they might think they're fine.

The Duolong in front of him has a tendency in this regard.

In Adier's eyes, these are all self-deceptions.

Some people think that human beings can have many states, and the states displayed in different situations are also different.

Just like when you go crazy when you are drunk, this is certainly different from your usual state, but does it mean that you are out of spirit?

The same goes for so-called madness.

For them, the madness in the eyes of others may be their true nature, which is nothing at all.

But for Adiel, this means that his true spirit is gradually corroded without knowing it.

Every move made by a mortal is caused by the joint influence of his own soul and body.

In easy-to-understand terms, rationality and sensibility work together.

The reason why one can do all kinds of things that are impossible to do after being drunk is because one's own physical body has been affected and its nature has changed, thus affecting the behavior pattern of the whole person.

But the influence of alcohol is temporary after all. After the alcohol volatilizes, the state of one's physical body recovers, and it will return to its previous state again.

But for the extraordinary, their own true spirit is the only factor that determines their own behavior patterns.

Only when the true spirit is pure and unaffected by any force can you call yourself yourself.

Otherwise, it is just a puppet controlled by various forces.

This is the case with Doron in front of him.

In Adier's view, the opponent's true spirit has long been affected by the divine power of the God of Slaughter, and it has been completely corroded from top to bottom at this moment. Enjoy this state.

In fact, they have long been reduced to puppets of the killing power, but they themselves don't seem to be aware of the badness of this influence, and rather think that their state is very good.

At least in this state, they will not think too much, they will only pursue killing to their heart's content, and pursue the happiness that killing brings them.

This is something that cannot be brought to them under normal circumstances.

Thinking of this, Adier slowly shook his head, no longer said anything to the other party, but silently raised the silver long sword in his hand, and pointed it at the other party.

It's not speculative, it's too much to say, rather than talking more with a lunatic here, it's better to do it directly.

Don't beep if you can.

"You want to fight with me, don't you..."

Looking at Adier's actions, Duolong showed a smile on his face, looking bloody, weird and excited.

Under the influence of the blood of killing in the body, the children of killing are a group of existences who like to kill and fight.

Duolong in front of him will not be surprised, seeing a strong man swinging a sword at him at this moment, the blood in his body has gradually started to boil.

"To be honest, I really want to fight with you..."

There was a smile on his face, and he looked longingly at Adier in front of him: "Unfortunately, I can't beat you now..."

"I also watched the previous battles, and now I am not your opponent..."

He waved his hand, seeming quite self-aware: "So let's postpone this battle between us."

"After I have a stronger power, I will come to you again..."

"The breath of blood in your body, I believe it will be very attractive..."

He licked his lips, looking eager, as if he had imagined some beautiful scene, and at this moment his face was full of longing.

boom!

A crisp sound emanated from the spot.

Adier's face was calm, and he didn't speak to Dorondo in front of him. He directly exerted strength with one arm, and a silver long sword pierced through the air.

A silver sword qi slashed straight down, permeating the area in front of him. It seemed that the entire space was cut through for a moment, and the surrounding area was filled with cracks in the space, rushing forward.

Just the prestige of this sword fully displayed Adier's own power, once it exploded, it would be absolutely astonishing.

The terrifying power was roaring, and at this moment, the majestic fighting spirit condensed in mid-air, turning into a pair of silver long swords, slashing towards Duolong in front of him.

At the same time, a powerful field is also unfolding without a sound, and a majestic power of the true spirit surges forward, and it will completely overwhelm Duolong in front of him in an instant, suppressing him in front of him. this.

In this regard, Duolong had a smile on his face, and there was no change from the beginning to the end, and he always maintained the same appearance as before.

Facing the blow in front of him, he didn't speak, nor did he have the slightest intention of responding, but silently threw something out of his arms.

It was a very unique mask. The mask seemed to be cast from bronze, and the image of a clown was carved on it, which looked a little funny.

On top of this mask, a faint divine power came out from it, which surprised everyone present.

"That is……"