The devil has too many vests

After repeated identification, Yan Weilou was sure that this was indeed the remains of a celestial being——

When the cultivation base reaches the realm of heaven and man, even the bones in the body will transform to an unimaginable level. It looks as clear as jade on the outside, but in fact, it contains dao marks inside and is as hard as iron stone.Even if the heaven and man die, the flesh and blood will decay with time, but the jade bones in the body can still remain immortal for at least a thousand years.

"I didn't expect even heaven and man to fall here..."

This complete body was clearly buried in the soil at the foot of Yanwei Tower, and it was not deep.Only one hand bone was faintly exposed.

After Yan Weilou confirmed the situation, he didn't exhume the body, but just shook his head and sighed twice.

It's just that it's rare for him to give him so much face this time, but this Wuhai doesn't seem to give him much face.

Just as he was about to lift his foot to leave, a cold hand suddenly bounced off the ground, blocking the leg he was about to take.

——It was that hand bone that was crystal clear like jade and white like porcelain.

In the dense and gloomy gray mist, this bone hand that was lying on the ground suddenly stood upright under the action of an inexplicable force, and just happened to hit Yan Weilou's feet, looking like a fake corpse.

This sudden change seemed to be the prelude to some supernatural movie, but Yan Weilou was only stunned for a second, before he even had time to show his surprise, astonishment and other emotions on his face, he stepped on the other foot lightly.

"Crack-"

Although the remains of heaven and man were not so easy to be destroyed, such a simple frame of bones obviously could not bring the slightest threat to Yan Weilou, and he was trampled to the ground and rolled to the side.

As if he just casually stepped over a stumbling block on the road, Yan Weilou looked calm, and his unhurried pace was not even interrupted by a single step.

"That's just... the evil spirit?"

After walking for a while, Su Xinghan, who had been in deep thought since seeing the remains of that person, suddenly spoke, with hesitation in his words.

"The gods have spirits, and the filth produces thoughts. There have been such sayings since ancient times." Seeing that Yan Weilou was puzzled, he explained seriously, "As you know, Ayan, the heavens, earth, mountains, rivers, magical soldiers and strange objects are all It is possible to give birth to spirituality. If the spirituality is sufficient and the opportunity is sufficient, the spirit race will be born. This is the spirit of the gods. As for the obscurity, it is the opposite..."

Dirt refers to the remains and bones of many years of death, or their long-term use of weapons and belongings... Such things, under certain conditions of the right time and place, will be corroded by resentment for many years A remnant thought can be formed on the body, and this remnant thought can temporarily control those filth.

"... Then wouldn't this be a different kind of death and resurrection?" Yan Weilou was taken aback at first, then shook his head, overturning his previous statement, "That's not true, according to what you said, it's remnants formed by resentment, Even if the corpse does regain consciousness, it will no longer be the person it was in life."

"No, Ayan, you misunderstood."

Su Xinghan vetoed his statement.

"The spirit of the fetish is completely different from the remnant of the filth. The former has a spirit, but the latter does not. How about resurrection from the dead, or the birth of a new consciousness?"

It's not very complicated to say.The spirit of the fetish can grow. When the spirituality is first conceived, although it is ignorant and may only express a few simple ideas, but as time goes by, the spirituality gradually deepens, just like a human child grows up, and soon becomes Is a qualified Spirit Race.

For example, the Canghai Sword of the Canghai Sword Sect can weakly express wishes; the Qiankun Daotu can even communicate directly with people; as for Su Xinghan, the only spirit of heaven and earth, he is no different from ordinary people.

It is no wonder that there is such a term as the spirit race, which seems to admit the existence of the spirits of the fetish as a race of life.

The remnants in the filth can't grow and can't communicate. They are more like wild beasts with only instinct and can't be tamed, or worse than wild beasts.

Because the beast still has self-awareness, and the filth and remnants are just a mess of thoughts washed and formed by the evil spirits and resentments between the heavens and the earth. They don't even have the concept of self, and they can't communicate with them.Remnants are at best on the same level as plant minds—many people don't even think plants have minds at all.

Obviously, it is impossible for human beings to admit that a "plant" has life consciousness and self-soul.

After hearing Su Xinghan's explanation, Yan Weilou finally understood.

The word "spirituality" is actually called "consciousness" in another way. Only with self-awareness like the Eldar can they be counted as life.Cannian without self-awareness is like a mass of human flesh and blood gathered together, after all, it is only a mass of flesh and blood, not a human being.

"So, the remains of a celestial being just now were born with Cannian?" Yan Weilou suddenly became enlightened, and then burst out laughing.

No wonder the hand bone just now bounced out of nowhere to block the road, and was easily kicked away by him.It's like an old man whose reaction is more than ten beats slow, he stretches out his hand slowly and wants to fight, but the young man can make it fall apart with just a push.No threat.

...Is this a joke?

Seemingly seeing Yan Weilou's indifference, Su Xinghan hurriedly added: "This should be a remnant that was born not long ago, and the manipulation of filth is not flexible enough. If it is an ancient filth that is old, it will be corroded by evil spirits and produce remnants , the longer the time, the deeper Cannian's control over the filth. Logically speaking, there is even a very small possibility of exerting the full strength of the remains of the celestial beings during their lifetime."

Yan Weilou immediately nodded silently.

He already understood the unfinished meaning in Su Xinghan's words.

What is the origin of this boundless and mysterious sea of ​​fog, neither of them knew.Not long after walking in, the remains of the Celestial Man were discovered, and it was obviously impossible to have only one skeleton among them.There may be more remains in the future, and even the filth and remnants of birth, so you must not think too highly of yourself and be defenseless.

Not long after these words were finished, the two vaguely heard some voices, looked at each other suddenly, and stopped in tacit understanding.

Suddenly there were waves of surging ripples in the vast sea of ​​fog in front of him, and gray air waves rolled over layer upon layer.

It was like a group of wild beasts galloping in the forest and green sea, and the ground under the two of them was shaking slightly.

Accompanied by the sound of "creaking" like a shaking wooden door, the existence in the sea of ​​fog finally revealed its true colors - a complete skeleton, a couple of broken bones, a large sword with rusty spots, a knife tip full of cracks, and even It was tattered flags and some unrecognizable metal fragments... A large pile of messy things surrounded the two from all directions, some of them flew from mid-air, and some of them jumped on the ground Jumping forward, no matter what, this large pile of filth controlled by Cannian is unswervingly coming towards the two of them.

The menacing posture is like the old guard army who has been invaded by the enemy country and wants to defend their homeland.

Don't look at the picture as funny, but the evil spirit rising from all directions has almost condensed into substance, and it seems that there are dark clouds in the midair pressing down on the two people.The terrifying evil spirit directly impacted the minds of the two of them.

Many of them are the remains of heaven and man, as well as the remains of the top demon kings in ancient times. Even those broken swords are mostly fragments of divine weapons.After countless years of accumulating evil spirits, one can imagine the ferocious power.

Just the "momentum" of these countless filth gathered together is enough to crush the minds of ordinary practitioners, causing them to be directly hit by the evil spirit to brain death.

His soul was directly impacted, Yan Weilou's brows ached, and his face paled instantly.

This forbidden place in the sky seems to be very unfriendly to him, first it cut off the spiritual energy, and now it is another wave of soul attack...

There was still the thought of making fun of himself in his mind, but Yan Weilou let out a muffled groan in his throat.

"Ayan!"

A trace of worry flashed in Su Xinghan's eyes, which quickly turned into a cold and decisive killing intent. His eyes, like a cave of ice, quickly swept towards the filth gathered around him, and he suddenly took a step forward.

"You keep your true essence, I will deal with these things."

Tapping the ground with his toes, the man in white suddenly jumped into the air. His wide, white sleeves drew an arc in the air, and a gust of wind seemed to be born around him, blowing his flying hair, fluttering The sleeves finally turned into an incomparably cold air, heading towards the filthy demons below.

This sea of ​​gray mist can erode the human body. At the moment when Su Xinghan jumped out of the sky, the dense white flames that originally only enveloped the two of them three feet away were extremely flexible under the control of Yan Weilou, and quickly followed Su Xinghan spread out all the way.

Wisps of dense white flames were like fireflies dotted around, always lingering around Su Xinghan, incinerating all the gray fog seas he passed into nothingness.He cleared the gray fog for him first.

At this moment, the two cooperated incomparably tacitly.

Under the bright light, Su Xinghan stepped across the sky, dressed in white clothes like flowing clouds and waterfalls, and the mighty cold air flow was like a vast ocean, freezing the large pieces of dirt in front of him with a layer of frost.

Although it is not guaranteed to kill with one blow, it makes many filthy movements clumsy.

He swooped down, stroked his palm in mid-air, and instantly condensed into ice, and icy beads of ice shot out from his sleeves, like a rainstorm pouring down.

At this time, Yan Weilou also took the opportunity to make a move. He didn't use a big move that would consume too much real energy. He just picked up a long sword, and his figure flickered like a phantom before coming to a corpse. .

Coincidentally, it pierced the small hole on the white bone that had just been pierced by the ice bead, and separated the skeleton.

ding ding ding-

In the dense and endless collision sounds, he was like an unpredictable phantom, and he could only see countless fleeting strands of sword light shuttling through the "storm".And every time a drop of "raindrop" penetrates some kind of filth, the sword light must follow closely behind, and land on the wound, piercing it a second time and dismantling it completely.

These countless times of ingenious cooperation made the flickering sword light seem to become a beautiful and natural dance, leaving only a natural trajectory.

As time went by, the two became more and more in harmony.Yan Weilou even had a feeling that they are connected with each other and can cooperate with each other in a single thought.

Because every time he only "makes up the sword" for Su Xinghan, relying on the attack power of two people to kill the enemy, the real energy in Yan Weilou's body is not consumed much, on the contrary, it takes more effort to control Jiehuo.

The long sword in his hand danced more and more casually, and his whole body became more light, ethereal and unpredictable.

The consciousness seems to be divided into two halves, the half is fighting soberly and rationally, every blow can hit the opening.The other half seemed to be drunk, dizzy and drunk, immersed in the wonderful feeling of connectedness, unable to extricate themselves.

At this moment, Tao Taoran's consciousness was awakened by the feeling of soul connection, Yan Weilou stopped his movements, not caring about the big and small injuries on his body, and also ignored the three or two obscure things left in front of him, big cats and kittens .

He tilted his head slightly, then looked in a certain direction.

"Well, the deity is also fighting?"