MTL - Raising Evil Spirits-Chapter 8139 :anxiety

"You're right, it's just a passer-by on the way to the fairyland. Whoever is in this world, isn't they all traces like clouds, which disperse and disappear?" I looked at the sky, and the swords formed by the nebulae collided violently, wave after wave Ripples in the sword realm swayed after the collision!

In the sword realm, dawn and dusk alternate, and the world seems to have just opened.

Xia Ruize's Yuntu Wanjian kept falling, and the sword in the sea of ​​blood roared along with the traces of the clouds, and all the sword skills of the past three thousand years were gathered in this sword.

"Yes... Looking back on us many years ago, it seems like a lifetime away now. When we first met, we were destined to have opposite personalities." Xia Ruize laughed.

"Not to mention anything else, you were good at seizing opportunities at that time, taking advantage of opportunities, even at the expense of your own character, in order to achieve your own goals, aren't you?" I asked with a frown.

Xia Ruize chuckled and said, "Is it to achieve your own goals? Who doesn't do it to achieve your own goals? One day, don't you? In your three thousand years of good fortune, the sea of ​​blood has flowed far more than ten thousand miles. There are bad people, but the destruction of the world destroys the world." In the time of the stars, how many good people are there? Even when you look back, you probably can't bear to recall the spring and autumn of these thousands of years, right?"

I stared at Xia Ruize and said, "Saints are not benevolent, and treat everything as a dog, so what about you? There will only be more good people who die because of you than me."

The sword realm became more and more intense as my mentality changed, and the terrifying sword intent rushed towards Xia Ruize's Immortal Sword Realm!

In the cloud map, sword energy appeared continuously, as if endlessly, in fact, he used the entire nebula of the Three Thousand Ways to complete his infinite sword map!

Of course, my sword intent is no less than his. In the sea of ​​good fortune, every killing intent will form an endless sword. Unless Xia Ruize puts down his obsession to kill me, it will only make my sword song fight back more fiercely.

But once I let go of the killing intent, will my sword state let go of its sword state?

This is impossible.

It will only keep dying!

"Haha... You see, once you reach this point, you will become agitated. At your level, is it important to determine good and evil? When you think about it, good and evil go hand in hand, like yin and yang. There is always a winner and a loser. Bad people die and good people die, does it matter how many?" Xia Ruize laughed.

I pursed my lips and watched the sword state strangle to a critical juncture.

The two sword realms seem to be incompatible by nature. When they collide, the strong crushes the weak. Each sword realm is like one of the three thousand demon gods. When it hits other sword realms, it is like a battle between two demon gods.

But that's just my imagination.

Now that luck is fighting, the three thousand demon gods are probably all in a daze.

They can't see us, after all, now we are the perfect combination of nature and nurture.

This also means that we are one dimension higher than the Three Thousand Demon Gods.

"After so many years, you and I have always disagreed. This may be the magic of good fortune." I sighed, and when I raised my hand, I found that the color of the palm was almost transparent.

Xia Ruize just raised his head thoughtfully, this time it was his turn to keep his mouth shut.

The fight between the two sword realms has entered the second half. Regardless of whether the Nine-Character Sword Song has exerted its original ultimate power or not, it is at least the strongest move we can unleash.

Now Xia Ruize and I can't even mobilize a little bit of luck.

Now the inch-inch thread begins to wither and disappear, and will eventually reach the core, and then sink completely.

As for the one who exists, I'm afraid it won't be much better. No one knows how much luck can be mobilized.

"Hehe, it seems that the sprint to the finish line is about to begin. One day, do you think you will win?" Xia Ruize's tone was not strong, and his smile was as pale as water.

I smiled slightly and said: "I will win, even if I die, it doesn't matter if I say this, because a person who disappears will not know how future generations discuss him."

"It makes sense. If the eldest brother loses, don't be too harsh when you judge me." Xia Ruize had a kind of smile at the moment.

"I can't be the master, but your existence may not have contributed to the world." I said.

"Really? Apart from bringing disasters? The winners write history, and the losers make jokes in the books." Xia Ruize shook his head.

"Perhaps, I can understand why you chose to return to the ruins."

Xia Ruize smiled without saying a word.

I suddenly realized that the speed at which his body disappeared was a bit slower than mine, which made my expression change.

"One day, do you have anything else to say?" Xia Ruize looked at me.

I frowned and glanced at the sword realm outside. In the entire nebula area, the post-weather luck seemed to be stronger, or it was because the three thousand demon gods brought more post-weather luck when it was derived.

As for congenital luck, although it has the ability to mobilize and kill, the actual number is far less than that of acquired luck.

Xia Ruize asked me this, which means that he has calculated that if this goes on, I will definitely disappear faster than him.

My mood was instantly complicated.

Originally, it was thought that the two sides should be rivals at chess, but now it seems that subtle changes in the situation have arrived.

I can also feel myself becoming more transparent.

As a complete body of luck, we are naturally composed of countless threads of luck. If one is missing, it will be a little weaker. It is difficult to think that it is not transparent to a certain extent.

"It seems that you are better than me, there is nothing to say, I have tried my best." I said coldly.

Xia Ruize just smiled: "One day, you are much more decisive than I imagined. I believe in doing my best. You will win every battle, but in fact, how can you always win in life?"

"That's right, for three thousand years, I've been fighting to the death, but I never thought that I would encounter this situation on the most important battlefield." I didn't feel disappointed, but I just felt that luck didn't favor me this time.

"You still don't think you've lost?" Xia Ruize asked.

"Until I disappear, nothing is decided," I replied.

"Well, originally I wanted you to leave some last words... But it seems that the elder brother is overthinking, anyway, it will be the return to the ruins anyway..." Xia Ruize sighed, and suddenly asked: "If the elder brother Instead of choosing the gods to return to the ruins, you choose to go your way? What do you think?"

I frowned, and my face turned ugly: "That can only be said, you are nothing more than that."

"Hehe..." Xia Ruize smiled, and then said: "One day, since our biological father died? Have you ever seen him after reincarnation?"

"Does it make sense to mention it now?" I asked rhetorically.

In the face of the sword state becoming soothing and gradually entering the period of decline and disappearance, I am actually anxious.

Now that he is about to disappear, how can he care about anything else?