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Chapter 206 The mood of fire
In the formation space, red stars pierced through the sky, deep and chilling.

The earth is still riddled with holes and extremely desolate.

Yan Nu stood in the ancient battlefield where the roar of killing was loud, with a captive horn helmet on his empty head.

Because in this illusory world, he does not have a strong armor, so his upper body is bare, with a blue dragon pattern on his left arm and a white tiger pattern on his right arm.

The pectoral muscles are broad and thick, as if carved, with the pattern of rosebirds all over.

Of course, these regular lines seem to not exist, they are just simple shapes.

"kill!"

The fearless yellow turban wrestler roared, carrying out the instructions in his heart.

A continuous stretch, galloping like lightning, or with bare hands, or with a weapon in hand, or flying in the air, to kill Yan Nu.

Yan Nu stood on a high place, and under his feet was a hill made of countless corpses and broken bones.

The yellow turban wrestler stepped on the corpse of his companion to climb the mountain. Yannu was a little tired, but he smashed it with his iron fist like a comet.

This blow was like a landslide, sending out fragments through the clouds and hitting the sky, and wiped out a group of people. The broken limbs and rotten bones added color to the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"How many have I killed?"

"Such a fight is meaningless."

It was rare for Yan Nu to feel tired, there were too many yellow scarf wrestlers.

This kind of puppet is very different from organs and magic weapons. The body is not a machine, but also has flesh and blood. It must be refined on the basis of a living organism.

It can be a plant, such as the rattan armor made by Shen Leling back then.It can also be a corpse, such as the corpse soldier made by the old ghost.

Undoubtedly, the Yellow Turban Warriors are much more advanced, using the flesh and bones of strange people and beasts in the cave, or the spiritual roots of immortal trees.

Physically tough, powerful, with some spiritual wisdom, but not afraid of death.

At the beginning, Yan Nu was full of fighting spirit and full of anger.

But as more and more wrestlers were killed, he began to think about why he fought.

These yellow turban fighters don't know why they are fighting, they are obviously wise.

If you talk to them, they will answer, if you ask them if they know they are immune, they will also answer...

But their bodies are very sharp, and their shots are strong and decisive. Even if they don't break the defense at all, they still have to use their strength and skills with all their strength.

When Yan Nu stood on the mountain of corpses and no longer took the initiative to attack, they rushed up to kill themselves without any delay or slack.

These yellow turban warriors simply carried out orders, without fear, retreat, or reflection.

Yan Nu hated this kind of meaningless fighting.

What he wants to fight are those monks, not these weapons that were forced to die.

Even if you have to kill them all before you can go out, this is the rule of the formation, and it is also caused by the group of monks.

If you follow such rules to fight in order to go out, what is the difference between this and the gang of walking dead who killed him in order to carry out the order of the monk?
Yan Nu immediately stopped, no longer immersed in this fearless fight, he no longer had the will to fight in his heart.

"Boom!" A Lichen warrior blasted him down the mountain of corpses.

But Yan Nu didn't hurt at all, instead he smiled, he recalled...

Why do I want to fight these people?He has the ability not only to make all the rewards and punishments come from me in the future, but also to make all the pains to me.

Killing to get out is like a beast fighting in a cage in the eyes of a monk.As for self-preservation?These wrestlers couldn't even hurt him.

So what's the point of fighting these brains?He should break the killing field and lead them out of the cage together.

Looking at the Yellow Turban Wrestler this time, not only did he not feel dangerous, but he also found it cute.Why did the yellow turban wrestler ask him to do it? How obedient, why did he kill him?
If it didn't fall into the hands of the monks and was implanted with the death order, then this is not a soldier, but a small expert at work.

"Hahahaha! You are not wrong."

"Come on, hurt me as much as you want!"

He was heavily surrounded by yellow turban warriors, and he was bombarded by terrifying forces.

But he just laughed, as if these attacks made him feel like a spring breeze.

His gaze was fixed on the distant Master Yuanfu, and he ignored thousands of swords and soldiers, and ran towards him with big strides.

Although he was smiling, and it was very warm, but Yuanfu Daoist was panicked, but felt evil.

After all, Yannu was charging against a yellow scarf force warrior, and at the same time, there were swords and soldiers on his body, and his minions were pinching, dragging countless strong men.

With such a huge army joining the body, plowing through the dense crowd and rushing straight, how could Yuan Fu Daoist not be afraid?Backed away frantically.

"Don't come here!"

He ran straight to the end of the million heroes, which was extremely far away.

Yan Nu was separated from him by thousands of troops, but he seemed to be the only enemy in his eyes.

As for those yellow turban fighters, no matter how they attack, Yan Nu doesn't care.

In this way, he ran for dozens of miles in the army, as if he had entered the land of no one.

The idea is the same, and it will be carried out from beginning to end.

Suddenly, there was a change in my heart.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, an artistic conception like the sun melting snow, bloomed magnificently.

Who else but me, the light shines brightly.

Yan Nu was taken aback for a moment, but he did not expect to comprehend his artistic conception.

Quaternary quenches the body, meaning pierces the spirit of the sky.This time he broke through by himself, rather than absorbing someone's power.

"Oh? My artistic conception is like this."

"It's not spear intent, it's not sword intent, it's a ball of fire."

Yan Nu was beaten, closed his eyes, immersed himself in his own imaginary world, and savored a mass of red flames, the light was bright and bright like the sun, but very gentle.

Just like the spear intent absorbed at the beginning, it is extremely clear and full of details. It is a physical thought that will not fade or become blurred because of distracting thoughts or not thinking about it.

As he thought about it, all the spear intents and sword intents he had absorbed before were incorporated into it.

It seems that the sea accepts all rivers and all streams return to the ancestors.

You must know that he has fought with many warriors, and he has a variety of artistic concepts, but he rarely uses them. At this moment, all his brains have been integrated, and the already powerful 'Fire Intent' suddenly becomes stronger.

Not only that, he can also generate in reverse.

Yan Nu moved slightly, and the fire of the artistic conception reflected a gun again, which was exactly the same as the original Chang Ziyun's gun intent, completely returning to the source and recovering.

Swish Swish Swish, Saber Intent and Sword Intent also return, not only that, Yan Nu can also make it stronger than before.

Of course, this will cause his fire spirit to decline, but it doesn't matter, Yan Nu will re-integrate a piece of sword spirit back.

In an instant, the artistic conception of fire is like being filled with firewood, and it is restored to the most complete and powerful all at once.

You must know that there are still many spear intents and sword intents, that is, they have not consumed anything in essence and have grown out of thin air.

Separating the spear intent and saber intent, and replenishing the saber intent, the flames kept fading and filling, like breathing.

Repeatedly like this, Yan Nu's artistic conception self-improvement keeps growing!
Unconsciousness radiated out, covering the entire audience, impacting all the surrounding yellow scarf fighters, and immediately fell to the ground one by one as if they lost their minds.

"Eh?" Yan Nu was startled, he didn't do it on purpose, he didn't expect the yellow turban wrestler to be so fragile.

But looking at it again, the ray of spirituality of these yellow scarf fighters was not destroyed, but was completely swept away by his fire.

In the visualization space, the artistic conceptions like the warriors of the yellow scarves, like those spear intents and sword intents, are surrounded by the sun-like artistic conception of fire.

"Ah? So the consciousness of the Yellow Turban Warrior is something similar to the artistic conception of martial arts?"

Yan Nu was surprised, thinking about it, it seemed so.

Yellow Turban warriors are not life. Although they have good wisdom and can think, they have no soul, only a sliver of spirituality.

Looking at it now, this kind of spirituality is actually equivalent to the artistic conception of martial arts in the cultivation system, which is basically the same thing.

The artistic conception of warriors is to refine the most firm beliefs and thoughts in the heart into essence.And the immortal cultivator artificially refines this kind of thing through some means, and injects it into the puppet, which creates the spirit puppet.

"Can I return it?"

Yan Nu tried it, and it really worked... A wave of spirituality was injected into the puppet in a moment of thought, and the yellow scarf warrior stood up on the spot.

Not only that, but don't attack him anymore!Upon questioning, the original order was erased, and even the seal of acknowledgment entered by the monk was gone.

This is not symbiosis!
Yan Nu was very happy, knowing that the original owner could control the things he symbiotically existed, but in front of him, the control power was not as high as his.

But the current situation is different. The spirituality of these yellow turban fighters has nothing to do with their creators, and the ideological stamp has been washed away.

That kind of shackles seemed to be burned by his artistic conception of fire!

"How come it happens to be this ability? This is too coincidental."

Yan Nu didn't want to fight the Yellow Turban Warriors, thinking that it was the people who controlled them who were at fault, so he thought that it would be good to let these Yellow Turban Warriors get rid of the control of the monks.

Unexpectedly, the artistic conception of fire came out suddenly, it is really this ability...

"Can I take the initiative to adapt?"

"Hmm... No, it seems that the artistic conception is originally formed by the heart."

Yan Nu thought for a while, and it should be the uniqueness of artistic conception itself, which is originally caused by the heart.

But thinking about it again, no one has ever had such a thing as the artistic conception of fire. They are all artistic conceptions related to martial arts such as weapons or fighting intent.

The so-called "Creating according to one's heart" just gives people a corresponding feeling and impact, and the specific ability and effect are very limited.

And the ability that Yan Nu has comprehended directly takes away the spirituality of the Lichen period, which is completely beyond the scope of martial arts.

"Isn't that a trait?"

Yan Nu was slightly stunned. If it was a characteristic, then it was an adaptation other than symbiosis and resistance, an evolution of his own self?
Why not before?So what happened to Miaohan outside, transformed?Or is it that this function has existed since the last transformation, but he has never discovered it... Until now, the condition was triggered?
What is the condition?Could it be that it has to cooperate with the existing system?

For example, the artistic conception of martial arts is originally based on the mind, but he can break the boundaries and use it to develop into characteristics.

This is...mutation?
Yan Nu strode forward, he didn't want to think about it anymore, it's better to leave this kind of matter to Miao Han for analysis.

He fixed his eyes on the real Yuanfu in the distance, and smiled.

If it is said that the millions of heroes before, although they could not hurt him, they could hinder him.

Now, he is really like entering the land of no one.

"Buzz!"

His powerful artistic conception bloomed rapidly, shocking people's minds, as if seeing the sun soaring into the sky, brilliant and fierce.

Not only in the illusion space, but because the martial arts artistic conception is the only real power mobilization in the formation, the Yan Nu in reality also bursts into the artistic conception.

Filling the audience with reality is moving.

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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
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