Jiang Yuyi was puzzled by his nephew's words. Isn't this a very common thing?
Chen Yuanjun pondered for a few seconds and said:
"After recovering my memory, I remembered that the Motoko I had been with day and night for more than three years was an imbecile who could only communicate and had dull thinking. However, in one memory, Motoko's IQ was normal.
"This conflicts with my memory. I can't tell whether there is a problem with my memory or if this is really the case."
Jiang Yuyi's brows suddenly wrinkled.
As a hypnotist, she knows very well that Chen Yuanjun's memory will not be damaged. The essence of hypnosis is "forgetting". If you think about it, you will remember it, and there will be no memory confusion.
In other words, when Yuanzi was in Demon Lord, he once approached Chen Yuanjun!
"You remember correctly, it was Yuanzi who looked for you secretly. Well, if you had really seen him, you should have instantly realized the difference between the two Yuanzi and sensed that something was wrong, but you didn't have any reaction." Jiang Yuyi.
He frowned and asked:
"It should be that he hypnotized you again after he looked for you. What did he look for you for?"
Chen Yuanjun smiled bitterly and said: "That's why I was in a hurry to come back. I remembered this past event, but I forgot the specific details."
Speaking of which, he asked:
"It seems that Motoko can't be contacted. No one answered my call."
Your cousin is busy saving the world! Jiang Yuyi thought for a few seconds and said, "I'll use hypnosis to help you recall it."
She reached into her trouser pocket and fished out a coin. "Look at it and I will bounce it into the air. When it falls, you will enter a state of complete relaxation."
The higher the status of the clone, the greater the consumption of spiritual power, and the spiritual power is paid by the main body. She is just a clone used to accompany her family, so naturally she will not have a high status.
The coin bounced into the air, spun, and then landed with a "ding".
Chen Yuanjun's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he was sleepwalking, his body muscles slowly relaxed, his face was peaceful, and his mood was calm.
Jiang Yuyi's voice was ethereal and gentle, like a mother's whisper:
"What does Motoko want from you?"
Chen Yuanjun replied in a sleepy voice: "I, I can't remember clearly..."
After a pause, he added: "Okay, it seems to be something very important, something very important..."
Jiang Yuyi frowned a little and asked a few more times, but still got the same reply.
…
In New York County, the clone Zhang Yuanqing suddenly leaned forward and stared at the Elvis Presley speaker.
The voice from the speaker is not a deliberately hoarse voice, it is his normal voice.
The Demon King was also him, using a normal voice, and the person he was talking to was his cousin... He only had one cousin.
Sure enough, Chen Yuanjun's concise reply sounded in the audio: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Yuanqing immediately pricked up his ears, but a "sizzling" electric current rang out from the Elvis speaker, and his voice was covered by the sound of electric current.
After a few seconds, the sound returned to clarity:
"Cousin, look at this watch... after I count three, you will forget today's conversation and what I asked you to do, three, two, one..."
Audio ends!
"Fortunately, I have you," Zhang Yuanqing patted the Elvis speaker as a reward and said, "Continue!"
There will be a lot of audio to follow, so to be on the safe side, you have to listen to them all.
…
"Huchi, wheeze..."
The Demon Eye King's vision was blood red, and the blood from his broken forehead flowed into his eyes.
His clothes were torn and he was completely naked. Of course, people also pay attention to the issue of nudity in this kind of situation.
His body was riddled with holes, and his eight thick arms were broken and regrown, and regrown and broken. Now only three are left, and the remaining seven are unable to regenerate.
He had comminuted fractures all over his body, his waist, abdomen, and back were full of blood and flesh, and his internal organs were vaguely visible.
The long-term high-intensity battle almost drained his physical strength, and the Sunrise Talisman, which was personally refined by the Lord of the Sun, suppressed all spiritual power, cutting off the possibility of grabbing spiritual power and repairing himself.
In addition to the physical trauma, the injuries at the soul level are what really make matters worse.
The heads on his left and right shoulders were plucked out by the King of Fear not long ago, and the wounds are still bleeding profusely.
The three heads of the ancient God of War are not decorations, they are real heads that can be seen in all directions on the battlefield, so each head has a part of the soul.
Cutting off the head is equivalent to cutting off part of the soul.
"Have you used up your Sunrise Talisman?" Demon Eye King vomited blood and said, "I can't hold on any longer."
Fu Qingyang said coldly: "This is the last one."
After studying the swordsmanship on the murals of Nanyuan in Shushan Mountain, Fu Qingyang's swordsmanship has reached a very high level. With the insight skill, he is naturally stronger than the Demon Eye King in close combat.
Therefore, Mr. Qian's condition is slightly better, but it is only compared to the magic eye. In fact, Mr. Qian's injuries are not serious. He lost his left hand, suffered a comminuted fracture of his sternum, extensive bleeding in his organs, and was blind in his left eye.
And although these injuries are slowly being repaired, it is only a drop in the bucket.
Under the illumination of the rising sun, when they died, they were truly dead.
A demigod is a demigod after all. Even if most of the skills and props are suppressed, even if the high-ranking scout is the profession with the strongest swordsmanship and physical skills in the spiritual realm, even if Fu Qingyang and Demon Eye join forces, they are still no match for the King of Fear.
However, King of Fear's injuries were also serious. Xiong Wu's body was covered with sword marks and wounds from fists, and his heart had just been pierced by Fu Qingyang's sword.
Only five arms remain out of eight.
But these injuries can be repaired in a short time as long as "Sunrise" is over.
"Just withdraw Risheng," said the Demon Eye King: "I will risk my life with him!"
Fu Qingyang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, which was caused by muscle spasm. Even if he was seriously injured, his eyes were still sharp and he said:
"Who gave you the illusion that I can take the initiative to cancel the rising sun?"
The Demon Eye King twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered:
"Then let's hope we can survive until the sun rises."
"When the sun rises, it's our death!" Fu Qingyang said coldly: "When I was in the Saint Realm, I learned a move called 'Breaking the Embankment Sword Technique'. It was a swordsman in ancient times. According to the 'Breaking Cauldron'
The advantage of swordsmanship adapted from skills is that even scouts in the extraordinary realm can learn it."
"Then what?" The Demon Eye King glanced at him, "Do you expect your extraordinary swordsmanship to turn the tide for us?"
Fu Qingyang was like a cold swordsman and said calmly:
"This swordsmanship does not involve spiritual power, it is a pure skill. The core is to stimulate cells through meditation, mobilize all physical strength, and burst out damage beyond one's own level.
"The King of Fear has very little spiritual power and physical strength left. You can carry it for me for one minute. It only takes one minute. We must really hit him hard before the sun rises."
Only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope.
"But my physical strength has reached its lowest point." The Demon Eye King shrugged.
Fu Qingyang's face was expressionless: "Then you die first, and I will come later."
The Demon Eye King stared at him deeply, and after a few seconds, he raised the corners of his mouth:
"OK!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged his body riddled with holes and rushed towards the King of Fear, like a lonely warrior dying.
In the distance, the King of Fear, who was seizing the time to recover his strength, grinned and took the initiative to meet him.
"boom!"
The moment the Demon Eye King fought, he was knocked to the ground with a punch.
Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, suppressed all emotions with strong willpower, and quickly entered meditation.
After more than ten seconds, although there was obviously no spiritual energy fluctuation, his muscles were getting wrinkled one by one, and the blood from the wound quickly stopped.
Bang bang bang... The fists fell like a rainstorm. The Demon Eye King who fell on the ground bent his elbows to resist for a moment, then kicked Fear on the chest and took the opportunity to slide away.
He stood up quickly, bent one arm to defend himself, clenched his fists with both arms, and struck out with two "whoosh" sounds like a poisonous snake biting him.
The King of Fear tilted his head, dodged easily, stepped forward, and hit the Demon Eye's lower abdomen with his fist.
"Ugh~"
The eyes of the Demon Eye King instantly bulged out and were covered with bloodshot eyes. He bent over and spit out acid water from his mouth.
The King of Fear held down his head, pressed hard, and repaired his knees at the same time.
Bang bang bang... The vicious knee hit Demon Eye's face, breaking the bridge of his nose, shattering all the steel teeth in his mouth, and popping out his eyeballs.
The Demonic Eye King struggled with three arms and stubbornly raised his fist to fight back, but was clamped by the Fearful King's arm.
The King of Fear stopped kneeling and wrapped his arms around Demon Eye's neck from behind. The remaining three arms clamped down on the remaining three arms of Demon Eye King.
"Why, are you reluctant to use the gift obtained in the 'Battle of the Deer'?" The King of Fear exerted his strength little by little with his arms, and a "click" sound came from the neck of the Demon Eye, which was the sound of a broken neck bone.
"When I pull out your head, you won't be able to use it even if you want to use it under the divine power of the sun." As he said that, he glanced at Fu Qingyang not far away in fear, his expression changed slightly, and then he raised the corners of his mouth:
"I understand, you want to severely injure me first, and then use the gift of the gods! Oh, do you think it will be you or me who will be in better shape then?"
He continued to exert force with his arms, the "click" sound became louder and louder, and the neck of the magic eye was obviously lengthened.
In the severe pain, the Demon Eye King took the initiative to clasp the three arms of Fear and roared: "Are you okay?"
"puff!"
The head of the Demon Eye King detached from the body, along with half of the sheep and scorpion.
A fountain of blood five to six meters high spewed out from the broken neck.
His hand was still firmly holding the King of Fear.
Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, his body turned into a sword light, and he came behind the King of Fear in an instant. The two swords in his hands turned into two sword wheels, and the sword light bloomed on the King of Fear.
The hand tendons were severed, the Achilles tendon was cut open, and the abdominal muscles symbolizing core strength were severed.
As Fear slowly knelt down, Fu Qingyang paused in his steps, rotated his waist, moved his arms, and slashed hard at the King of Fear's left shoulder.
Phew! Phew!
Cut off the skin and flesh with one knife, and chop off the neck bones with one knife!
The head of the King of Fear rolled off his left shoulder.
"Chichi..." Under the divine power of the sun, illusory blue smoke rose from the head, and the soul contained in it melted.
To this head, it is already dead.
"Chichi..." Smoke began to rise from the head of the Demonic Eye King. The difference was that the left head of the Fearful King had a weaker soul and was the first to disintegrate.
As for the main head of the Demonic Eye, the soul inside is still holding on.
The King of Fear roared angrily, pounced forward, and hit Fu Qingyang's chest with his headbutt.
There was a loud "dong" sound, and Fu Qingyang, who had his swords intertwined on his chest, slid back more than ten meters.
Blood spurted out from his seven orifices, his body was as straight as a pine tree, but his heartbeat stopped and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
What he didn't tell the magic eye was that this swordsmanship put a huge burden on the body. If used when the condition is not good, it will cause the swordsman to go into shock and die suddenly. Therefore, it is often regarded as a means of death by ancient swordsmen.
Already exhausted, he died suddenly as expected.
At this moment, the sun disk behind Fu Qingyang's head slowly extinguished.