MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 277

The aggregate of chaotic consciousness has grown to an unforeseen extent.

Wu Rong realized this the moment he fought against it. Originally composed of the most primitive chaos and darkness, only the chaotic consciousness with countless primitive evil thoughts and murderous desires had self-consciousness, became unified, and even had wisdom. It was even cunning enough to launch a sneak attack while Wu Rong was not aware of it. The strong obsession to destroy all order and return the world to chaos was engraved in the deepest part of its mind.

Isn’t order and chaos the enemies of life and death? There is an endless relationship. I don’t know what kind of evil and terrifying contract Tong Fuyuan, the lord of the sinkhole, has made with the collection of chaotic consciousness. In the battle, they became stronger and stronger. After all, the Celestial Clan is a race that will replace humans in the future. With the blessing of the Celestial Clan's luck, the chaotic consciousness that was originally far weaker than Wu Rong can now condense into a human form.

【Call... order】

The black mist rolled and condensed, turning into a human form, long jet-black hair hanging down, demonic black lines climbing over the lean and naked body, the whites of the eyes were pitch-black and bottomless, and the pupils in the middle were a rich and black deep purple. The thin lips, which were too scarlet compared to the pale skin, parted slightly, and there was a hint of teasing in the black eyes.

【You have become weaker, and I have become stronger. 】

Aside from those features that are completely inconsistent with human beings, the chaotic face that turned into a human form has many similarities with Wu Rong! Just like a duckling that has just hatched will recognize the first creature it sees as its mother, chaos and order have coexisted for hundreds of millions of years, and order is extremely powerful, and the first human form that chaos sees is the embodiment of order. When he takes shape from the chaotic consciousness collection that has nowhere to be finalized, of course he will choose the strongest human form in memory!

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"You know Fu Qingnan, when I first met that man, I thought he was Wu Rong's incarnation or something."

Tong Fuyuan's voice came from the Taomu sword, chattering, while Fu Qingnan was fighting on the battlefield like a cold and sharp blade. When the Taomu sword slashed on a monster shaped like mud that was higher than a hill, it suddenly burst into flames. The white gold Zhengyang fire became hotter and stronger, almost to the purest gold color. Compared with the monster, a star of flame was extremely small, but burned it up in an instant.

There was a loud bang, and the slime monster as tall as a mountain collapsed and died tragically. The huge body was burned by the flames without leaving any bones, only a trace of inaudible black mist remained.

"Oh be careful, don't touch it."

Tong Fuyuan disgusted and said: "It's a trace of chaotic power, if you touch a little bit of your flame, it will be corroded by most of it."

Even so, when the black mist targeted Fu Qingnan, a silver light shone on the mahogany sword, and the fluctuation of a different kind of power different from Zhengyanghuo instantly swallowed up the black mist.

"Look, where are we talking about?"

Tong Fu, who had just swallowed the chaotic black mist, was far away as if nothing had happened, and his tone was the same as before: "Yes, I might be the first person to see the chaotic form."

Although Tong Fuyuan's tone is as casual as chatting with an old friend in the afternoon, the situation the two of them are in is very dangerous. The death of a monster as tall as a mountain does not mean that the battle is over. It's a monster with a chaotic and ominous atmosphere. They don't have a specific shape, and they are covered in dirty gray mixed with countless colors, like puddles of distorted mud.

Every now and then, the 'slime' collapses and dissipates, and the black mist that overflows after their death will be scrambled by other monsters. Looking around, it is impossible to tell how many monsters there are, this battlefield is like an endless muddy quagmire. But Fu Qingnan seemed to be particularly out of gregarious among them, and could be called an outlier, causing countless mud monsters to attack him wherever he went.

I don't know how long it has been since entering this battlefield, but Fu Qingnan has never stopped fighting. There have been countless mud monsters who died under the mahogany sword, but Fu Qingnan's expression was still stern and not at all tired, and his posture of swinging the sword was still sharp, like a humanoid weapon that would never feel tired.

"Hey, I thought it was Wu Rong who was injured or had a split personality or something. Of course I had to help him. I didn't expect that it was a good person who was not rewarded..."

Tong Fuyuan's helpless and mournful tone naturally couldn't be taken seriously, Fu Qingnan understood what he really thought. Tong Fuyuan was born rebellious, very gambling, and extremely utilitarian. Instead of trying to win the support of the "Wu Rong" who seems to be biased towards human beings, it is better to support a new "Wu Rong" to come out. The chaotic consciousness aggregate at that time was probably still very weak, or looked very weak, and coupled with that almost identical face to Wu Rong, it was easy for Tong Fuyuan to think differently.

The remnant soul accidentally lost by the strong, the fragments of emotions and desires abandoned by Wu Rong, in order to study why human beings are favored by order, Tong Fuyuan has studied human history very carefully, including many novels that were lost after the war. What he said about "helping" Wu Rong sounded hypocritical and definitely not that kind. Presumably what he was thinking at the time was to find a way to control 'Wu Rong', and then control the order itself.

It turned out that it was not Wu Rong, but the man who hunted geese all day long was blinded by geese. Naturally, Tong Fuyuan wouldn't go into detail about his stupidity, so he naturally changed the subject and instructed Fu Qingnan: "Northeast direction, kill there, I can feel something over there."

The white-gold Zhengyang fire exploded, devouring all the slime monsters in front of him in an instant. Fu Qingnan's sword moved in an arc, changed direction without hesitation, and fought towards the northeast. With the sword in his hand, one by one, the mud monsters were beheaded by him. Fu Qingnan himself was like a sharp sword moving forward without fear, without fatigue, fighting a **** path among the sea of ​​monsters.

And when Fu Qingnan killed the Quartet, he didn't know what he thought of. Tong Fuyuan, who had always been very noisy, suddenly stopped talking, and occasionally spoke simply to direct the direction, otherwise he was silent. There are too many monsters, almost endless. As a human body, Fu Qingnan, although seemingly invincible, will definitely feel tired.

In particular, Tong Fu asked him to change directions every four or five seconds. He had just temporarily killed a monster in one place, and then turned to another direction full of monsters. The high-intensity and endless fighting was too much for even the strongest. Fu Qingnan There were more and more injuries on his body, and the Taoist robe on his body became tattered. When the blood does not flow to the ground, it will be greedily swallowed by the ubiquitous black mist, and Fu Qingnan, who is bleeding, is like a lighthouse in the dark night among monsters, attracting more monsters to flock in.

"southwest."

Just changed direction, before Fu Qingnan could kill the monster in front of him, Tong Fuyuan immediately said another direction. The rigid movements caused by the long-term battle made Fu Qingnan's reaction a bit slower, and a deep bloodstain was added to his body.

"Fu Qingnan, is that why you trust me?"

Seeing that Fu Qingnan had killed the monster quickly, he changed direction again without hesitation. Tong Fuyuan was silent for a while and finally spoke, jokingly said, "Aren't you afraid that I actually sent you to die on purpose?"

"You can be regarded as the number one enemy of my Celestial Clan, killing your Human Clan is nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, I'm going to die soon, and it doesn't seem like a loss if I take you away before I die?"

"direction."

Tong Fuyuan babbled for a long time, but was choked back by Fu Qingnan's indifference. Although Fu Qingnan's voice was still as cold as it was at the beginning, the panting that could not be concealed in his words and the increasing number of scars on his body showed that his physical strength was approaching its limit. Even so, his movement of swinging the sword is still cold and decisive, piercing like a sharp sword among the sea-like monsters, moving unwaveringly, even tenaciously toward the target, like a magnetic needle always pointing in that direction.

Tong Fuyuan naturally knew who Fu Qingnan was pointing at, and for whom he did all this. To this day he still cannot understand human emotions. He laughed mockingly, but the laughter became softer and softer. In the end, Tong Fuyuan didn't know whether the mocking smile was for Fu Qingnan or himself.

"The monsters you killed are all members of my Celestial Clan."

Tong Fuyuan said softly, translucent silver light overflowed from the mahogany sword and fell on Fu Qingnan's shoulder, like a spirit covered in silver powder. Tofu Yuan's face is somewhat similar to that of a human, but not exactly the same. In place of the ears, silver-white branches like antlers grew on the sides of his head. A crown of silver leaves and flowers fell on his hair. And look closely at those hairs that start to fork from the middle, like the thin roots of plants.

And his eyes are like two bright and magnificent gemstones, inlaid in the deep eye sockets. When he looked at the dirty monsters around him, there was no disgust in his eyes, only gentleness and a trace of sadness. That wasn't the way he looked at monsters, and even though the SkyClan were nothing more than complete monsters now, he still saw them as his people.

A faint silver light emerged from around him, covering Fu Qingnan's body. The monsters that were madly attacking him suddenly stopped moving. Puddles of mud stood in place like sculptures, and this scene seemed a bit ridiculous and frightening. Flowing mud falls, monsters seem to be lost, bloodlust contends with another emotion, and finally completely overwhelms it. This pool of slimy monsters that were as tall as mountains and mountains dwarfed.

As if piously kneeling down.

"Southeast...cough, hurry up, I won't last long."

Without the obstruction of the monster, Fu Qingnan's forward speed immediately increased several times. But Tong Fuyuan's condition is not very good, the silver light on his body is dim, like a puppet with peeling paint. Black thorns spread upward from his legs like chains, and circled his throat in a blink of an eye, and an ominous black shadow faintly appeared in the depths of his pupils.

laugh.

A soybean-sized Zhengyang fireball ignited on Fu Qingnan's shoulders, and the appearance of almost golden flames made the surrounding monsters agitated, and finally knelt down and did not approach. And when the flames burned, even Tong Fuyuan couldn't help moaning in pain. He was trembling all over, and he could hardly maintain the stability of his body. The confrontation of different forces made him heartbroken, but in the extreme pain he He didn't stay away from the fireball, but reached out and hugged it.

In an instant, his body collapsed, and his breath seemed to disappear, but before the monsters rioted, he condensed a phantom again. Although it was a little darker than before, almost transparent, the black lines on his body receded from the neck to the legs , like an anklet.

"Northwest, we're almost here."

Tong Fuyuan didn't thank Fu Qingnan, he still held the flame, even though he couldn't bear the pain that went deep into his soul, but Tong Fuyuan was willing to bear the pain. His jewel-like eyes looked at those mud-like monsters. They couldn't see their previous appearance at all, and they had completely turned into puddles of the dirtiest and most filthy mud.

His people were infected by the power of chaos, how painful it was when their bodies collapsed and turned into mud.

I'm afraid it's a thousand times more painful than he is now.

It was his sin and he deserved the pain. But because of his wrong choice, his clansmen endured these undeserved tortures.

What he wants to do now is to completely stop this mistake.