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Zhou An came to that desolate land again, in the middle of the sword mound, surrounded by densely packed broken sword blades, lying on the ground, his body was pierced by a huge black sword, his breathing became difficult, his body gradually became paralyzed, tended to In death, but no blood flowed out.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the surrounding environment and his situation still haven't changed much. He began to struggle, struggling to break free from the sword.

The sword was too heavy, and he couldn't move it with his strength. It reminded him of the Dinghaishenzhen in fairy tales.

Am I going to die here?

Zhou An also probably understands that this place is likely to be a small world formed by the decaying sword intent, heralding his death, a lonely death.

But death itself is lonely, as is any death.

Before a person dies, there will be some flashbacks, reminding him of some things he has experienced during his lifetime, the faces of the people he has met, and one by one faces flash across his mind, some are dead, some are still alive, and some have just met. In the near future, there are also those who have been missing.

"Zhou An."

"Zhou An."

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his ear.

Zhou An suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Yueli standing in front of him, showing a worried expression.

Seeing Zhou An's reaction, Yue Li grabbed his shoulder and asked eagerly, "You and I saw that you were motionless just now, as if you were dead."

Zhou An felt that his body was still paralyzed, and it seemed difficult to move his body while standing still, but the sword intent became more and more abundant, and what made him even more frightened was that the image of the decadent sword was gradually getting rid of his control, as if it had its own life!

How can this be!

Sword intent is sword intent, how could it have its own vitality!

Yue Li saw that something was wrong with Zhou An, especially the vitality was sometimes extremely weak, like a dying person, and said with a serious face:

"Tell me what's wrong with you, okay?"

This voice is the warm sun of early spring, warming the heart.

Zhou An took a deep breath, with a calm smile on his face, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, "It's nothing serious, it's just that there is a small problem in the practice."

"Small problem?" Yue Li showed a surprised look, "I don't think you look like a small problem."

Zhou An's voice changed, and he said again: "Do you think it is possible for Jianyi to give birth to its own consciousness?"

Yue Li was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Zhou An explained again: "That is to say, is it possible for Jianyi to become like a human being, have its own consciousness and think, have its own life, and live like a human being."

Yueli said subconsciously: "How is this possible?"

This kind of thing is unheard of, and it sounds absurd, but then she reacted and looked at Zhou An with an incredulous expression. Since Zhou An would ask such a question, there must be a reason: "You...your sword intent was born own consciousness?"

Zhou An nodded, and said calmly: "Yes, although this matter sounds absurd, my sword intent seems to have a life of its own."

"Just like a normal life, even if I don't control it, it will grow spontaneously and become stronger spontaneously."

"However, I'm not sure whether it really has its own consciousness, maybe its consciousness is also transformed by my subconscious."

Yueli also calmed down, thought for a while and said, "I've never seen or heard of a situation like yours. It's quite strange, but it's not too strange for it to happen to you."

Finally, she changed her tone again and looked at Zhou An.

"Why?" Zhou An opened his eyes wide.

Yue Li spread his hands, showing a not-so-obvious smile: "Because you are a strange person, it's not strange if strange things happen to you."

"Strange people always encounter strange things, this sentence should be regarded as the truth."

What Yueli said seemed to have some truth.

Faced with such a situation, Zhou

An had to further deduce his own kendo in an attempt to further control the decadent sword intent.

During this time, the two had been chatting on the stage, while the referee at the side looked at them quietly with a strange expression on their faces.

During the competition for immortals, these referees were not allowed to leave the competition area, and this dog food was forced to be fed.

The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder at the bottom, and Li Luo sighed and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, is this the legendary sticky paint? The two of them can turn a blind eye after being watched by so many people, admiration."

Wei Lanfeng also had a gossiping expression: "Who is that person? Do you recognize him? He pretends to be Wang Tianzong."

Cheng Jin didn't say much, but he looked very interested.

at the same time.

Not far away, the fight was quite fierce in another arena.

Both sides are four monks in the transformation stage, and it is Hezhou controlled by the first prince, and Gongzhou controlled by the second king.

The monks on both sides must have received some kind of promise, and they all fought very hard. What's more, the strength is not much worse, and they often have to use all means to tell the winner.

This round of competition lasted longer than before, and lasted for two full days.

Zhou An insisted on sitting on the ring for two days and two nights, and the decadent sword intent calmed down a little.

It felt like a dog was chasing him, forcing him to run forward desperately. If he stopped for a while, he would be bitten to death by the dog following him.

And the decadent sword intent was the dog chasing him.

In the early morning of this morning, the results appeared on the other side of the competition stage, and Hezhou's team finally won with a slight advantage.

The sixth round is also the final of the Immortal Contest. Even if Qingzhou loses, they will at least be in the top four. If they win, they will directly win the leader. The team that wins the leader will have a chance to go to the palace. In the depths, accepting the baptism of the Dragon Vein Spirit Spring can greatly enhance one's cultivation.

This is also one of the reasons why these monks will fight so desperately. It is related to their own interests. Naturally, they will do their best, but it is not just for a promise from the princes.

Before the finals, there was a relatively long gap period, but Zhou An still sat cross-legged on the ring, never moving his position.

Yueli said suspiciously: "Can you do it in your current state?"

Zhou An smiled, showing confidence: "Of course."

Yueli was standing beside him, and they had been in this state for the past two days. The two of them chatted without saying a word. It wasn't particularly enthusiastic, but they always had something to say.

She knew very well that Zhou An's current swordsmanship had reached an unimaginable level, and it was relatively easy to deal with these cultivators at the transformation stage.

"I asked someone to do a fortune telling for you before. Your fate is very hidden, and you can't see through it at all." Yue Li was about to step off the stage, but turned around and said suddenly.

Zhou An said: "I don't think that kind of thing is accurate, even if it is calculated, how can the fate be seen by others."

Yue Li hesitated for a while and then said: "I have received news that there are demons appearing in the nearby counties, I have to deal with them now."

"Be careful." Zhou An nodded, looking at Yueli's back, he always felt that it was not appropriate. In his opinion, this person's will to survive is not that strong, and this kind of person is the easiest to die.

Judging from his experience of surviving in the apocalypse, only those who want to survive can easily survive, and there is no difference between death and death.

However, the monsters that appear in this county should not be too powerful.

Not long after Yue Li left, a middle-aged monk in a gray robe came to the side of the ring, and he didn't seem to be a participant either.

"Zhou An, after the Immortal Contest, as long as you join our first prince, our first prince promises~lightnovelpub.net~ as long as he ascends the throne in the future, he will promise you the benefits of being baptized by luck."

A vague sound transmission sounded in Zhou An's ear.

The visitor's speech was quite concise, and he did not beat around the bush. Although it seemed a little frivolous, it was sincere.

the big prince

It's also incredible, I guessed right away, what kind of benefit exchange will there be between Zhou An and Qi Fugui.

"Even if Qi Fugui has your support, the hope of ascending to the throne is slim, and as long as you switch to our First Prince's sect, as long as Qi Fugui promised, nothing will change."

Zhou An smiled and looked at him, did not speak, and his meaning was very clear, he did not believe in the eldest prince, and only a fool would believe empty promises.

With an inexplicable smile on the face of the gray-robed monk, he handed Zhou An a gray talisman in front of the crowd, and explained:

"There is a contract left by our eldest prince on it, which is only valid for you. This sincerity is always enough."