The black smoke spreading all around began to shrink inward, and the flames of resentment turned into a calm sea, and might set off turbulent waves at any time.
Chen An still stood at the front of the formation, with a sinister look on his face and a sarcastic expression on his lips. He clutched the flagpole and spoke calmly:
"Who exactly are you?"
The plain words were like a poisonous snake clinging to the neck bone, spitting out its core, filled with a sense of coldness.
"who I am?"
A strange figure seemed to flash across the edge of the sea, as if teleporting, sometimes appearing in front and sometimes appearing behind.
"I am you, but I am not you!"
Suddenly.
That pale ghost-like face stood in front of Chen An.
Exactly the same face.
Immediately afterwards.
The violent resentment turned into a huge hand and tightly grasped it.
Bang!
The scene that happened next made Chen An feel a little more unbelievable.
He came out of his clenched fists leisurely and unscathed, and said with a smile: "I said, I am you, this resentment can't hurt me."
If Tang Xiaotian were here, he would be deeply touched by this conversation.
"Old immortal, don't think you want to shake me just because you did this to me."
Chen An sneered: "Do you think this is the first time you see this kind of evil talk?"
"Immortal?"
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Have you forgotten what the girl doll told you? I am you, but I am not you, because I am your greed!"
"..."
Chen An finally couldn't maintain the calmness on his face. He tried to summon the poison of greed, but he couldn't sense its existence at all. He also summoned the two poisons of anger and ignorance without believing in evil, but when he saw it, his faces were angry and dull respectively.
"Chen An" appeared next to me.
Suddenly, there were four Chen Ans at the center of the formation.
I have to mention Chen An's technique here. He cultivates the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. Whether it is his own or other people's desires, he can use them for his own purposes. The three poisons can be used to cultivate clones and further turn them into poisonous fire.
It means that the body dies, the Tao disappears, and the cultivation level is completely gone.
When he saw Chen An's look, he knew that he already believed him. His pale face evoked an inexplicable smile, and his words seemed to have a strange magic power:
"Think about what happened that night."
That evening……
Chen An's sealed memories were slowly opened.
…
Rainy night.
On a hillside.
The raindrops beat on the umbrella surface, making a crisp sound...
Boom!
The pale electric light made Chen An look cold, and a living corpse stood beside him holding an umbrella for him.
The cry for mercy broke through the rain curtain and reached my ears.
"Brother, eldest brother, Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, we were wrong, we were wrong!"
Two people were kneeling at the foot of the hillside, their faces soaked in muddy muddy water, and they looked very embarrassed.
One of them looked pale. He held up the stone heart and shouted loudly: "Mr. Chen, this thing is evil!
"We definitely have no intention of embezzling treasures for ourselves. It is it, it is it that deceives us. It says that the tomb is just a companion to the mausoleum, and the truly valuable things are in another place."
Seeing that Chen An did not interrupt, the man quickly told the whole story.
then.
The one-eyed owl didn't say a word, just raised his head and looked at Chen An.
But thick black smoke rolled out of the ring and penetrated into the man's seven orifices. After a while, he saw the living person turned into withered bones, and the stone heart was rolled up by the black smoke and brought to Chen An.
Chen An held the stone heart and looked at it carefully.
It is shaped like a heart, and its entire body is wrapped in gray-black stone. There are cracks all over the body, and the blood-red flesh wall inside is hidden.
Evil nature?
He could indeed feel that there was a weak spirit inside this thing.
Chen An closed his eyes slightly, and with a thought, he immediately saw thick black water rolling out of his seven orifices, twisting and changing into a human shape, with a greedy face. He opened his mouth and swallowed the black smoke, and the memory of that person appeared in his mind.
The murals in the tomb, the bronze jars, the bones lying in the coffin...
A few moments.
Chen An called the One-Eyed Owl to come up and told him what he had seen and heard in his memory. He thought that the One-Eyed Owl was more professional than him in terms of inverted fighting in the tomb, so he might be able to give good advice.
"Mr. Chen, if you really follow what he said, that ancient tomb is very likely to be a companion tomb, because in terms of specifications and burial objects, it does not look like the handiwork of your ancestor, and this heart is very likely
I want to take him to the main tomb!"
The one-eyed owl thought for a while and spoke word by word.
Chen An said nothing.
A few moments.
"If that's the case, I have a perfect plan."
Chen Anxin thought about it and saw Greedy taking the stone heart and eating it...
In fact, his idea is very simple.
Greed and poison were the result of his painstaking cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a part of his body, let alone connected with his mind. The spirit in the stone heart cannot escape his control at all.
'Part of the body.'
Suddenly.
The memories stopped abruptly.
…
The memory is opened.
Chen An admitted that drug addiction is part of the body.
Ever since.
He smiled proudly and walked towards Chen An.
The moment the two came into contact, they were like water droplets falling into a lake, creating weak ripples.
Become one!
…
Reality.
"My memory is wrong."
Chen An couldn't believe that his memory could be manipulated!
"Yes, not only you, but also that ant, your memories are all wrong."
This sentence did not ring in his ears, but came out of his mouth!
If there was a mirror in front of Chen An at this time, he could clearly see that half of his face turned into a strange black color and all the whites of his eyes disappeared.
"how come!"
Chen Anxin panicked, tried to control the magic weapon, and even tried to move his fingers, but it was of no use and he couldn't move at all.
"how come?
"Because you are greedy!"
He manipulated his mouth and said: "Because your greed and dissatisfaction have blocked your eyes and you cannot see the truth clearly."
In fact, this is exactly the case.
In the mountain temple, Qiao Xi saw the face of the man hiding behind the tree roots. It was the face of Chen An. This is why Qiao Xi mentioned in several verbal conversations that Chen An was a man who thought he had a perfect plan and was able to
He is in control of the overall situation, but he is actually the one who can’t see the reality most clearly!
In fact, it was only after Qiao Xi saw the two incarnations of Anger and Chi that she understood who the person with the same face as Chen An was.
As for the so-called Patriarch, it is just Chen An’s subjective imagination.
"How did you gain control of the corruption?"
Chen An was unwilling to give in.
While using words to delay time, he tried to manipulate the mana in his body to regain control.
If there were a third person present at this time, he would definitely feel horrified when he saw Chen An talking to himself like this.
"Thanks to my sacrifice, I gave him freedom and he helped me a little."
He couldn't help but smile as he spoke.
"Greedy... In the final analysis, it is still controlled by your consciousness. You have forgotten it. I want to take away the control. It's very simple!"
"..."
Chen An did not speak, because he found that he had lost control of his body, and his soul was being eaten away by some strange existence. This fear of life and death made him go crazy.
"I'm greedy,
"I'm greedy!"
"I wonder who in the world is not greedy!"
"Yes, so I win!"
He said this.
There was no more conversation between the two.
a long time.
When Chen An opened his eyes again, his pupils turned completely black.
A smile appeared on His face.
With one move of his hand, the fire of resentment flowed back to the ring in his hand like a swallow returning to its nest.