Mr. Jin stared blankly at the leaves and twigs he took out of the thin cotton coat.
At this moment, he understood everything.
"No wonder... no wonder you can make a fire in the ice and snow... no wonder you are the only one who can make a fire... no wonder you won't let me see..."
This battle-hardened and determined veteran cried like a child.
Everything has an answer!
In the ice and snow, he took out the cotton wool from his cotton-padded coat as a kindling!
Relying on the flames he raised, the soldiers survived the cold nights and finally survived!
And his own thin cotton-padded clothes became thinner and thinner, and became colder and colder.
This monster leader who is not afraid of the cold may also be afraid of the cold.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t stuff cold leaves or dead branches into my cotton-padded clothes, but those things can’t keep out the cold at all!
Maybe he had hesitated, but the young warriors were all counting on him. A ball of flame could save everyone's life!
Those young faces were looking at him!
Mr. Jin also understood that that night, the group leader found that the remaining food was not enough to support everyone back to Daxia, so he left everything he had.
They even kept the branches and leaves that had been stuffed into cotton-padded clothes and dried by body temperature, for fear that the soldiers would have no fire starter!
He might not have even gone far, but was hiding in a snow pit, chewing the ice and snow, and smiling at the anxious expressions of the soldiers looking for him but unable to find him.
He might even quietly follow the soldiers, walking together in the direction of Daxia in the ice and snow, without meeting the soldiers!
Just so as not to occupy the last rations, all the rations are left to the young soldiers!
"You, you are really a monster leader... not afraid of cold, not afraid of hunger, not afraid of death..." Jin Lao remembered the leader's boast, his voice trembled: "Wearing these shabby clothes, no dry food, swallowing ice and snow, you have crawled to the ground
here……"
"If you just eat a few more mouthfuls of dry food, maybe, maybe you can..."
Mr. Jin was crying so hard that he was almost speechless.
This monster leader, despite the ice, snow and hunger, managed to crawl to the country's gate!
What a terrifying body and what a terrifying will!
That will defeated the biting ice!
The endless ice and snow could not stop him from going home. Even if he died, he would die in Daxia; even if he crawled, he would crawl to the country's gate!
But, on the other hand...if he only eats two more mouthfuls of dry food, maybe he can go home alive!
But he left all the dry food to the soldiers, and even left the leaves and twigs that he had dried with his body temperature, letting the soldiers use them to make fires, and he stuffed the frozen leaves into his clothes again to resist
cold.
"You liar...you said you would come back alive." Mr. Jin shouted heartbreakingly.
"Sigh." Lin Fan sighed and did not comfort Mr. Jin. He knew that Mr. Jin also needed to vent his emotions.
Lin Fan walked aside and sat cross-legged.
Two swords appeared in his hands, one with blazing fire and the other with cold light!
Ten Fist Sword, Grass Pheasant Sword!
Lin Fan slowly exhaled, the Shura divine power surrounded him, and the Shura domain opened!
The sky seemed to turn into darkness, and the white ice and snow on the ground were rendered by Shura's divine power, becoming as sticky as a dark swamp.
The young man sat in the dark abyss, and four big characters slowly emerged.
"Pain Shura"!
This is Lin Fan's changed priesthood. It is still Shura, but it is no longer an ordinary Shura!
Shura who masters [Pain]!
At the same time, behind Lin Fan, the strange woman slowly appeared. She seemed to be aware of her master's thoughts. She licked her scarlet lips with her long tongue, and her white eyes became excited and expectant.
"Master, am I going to have a weapon again?"
Lin Fan looked down at the two swords and nodded slightly.
Ever since the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was shattered by the elemental treasure Ocean Crown, Lin Fan no longer had a Shura Sword.
It's not that Lin Fan doesn't have high-level artifacts.
Just because the Shura Sword must be an absolutely powerful artifact!
At least it cannot be weaker than the Qinglong Yanyue Sword!
Otherwise, once broken, the Shura God who is connected to the Shura Sword will suffer backlash. Although ordinary high-level artifacts are powerful, they are not indestructible to powerful gods.
At that time, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword broke, and Lin Fan was directly seriously injured. Fortunately, he recovered with the opportunity of being promoted to a high god.
"Grass Pheasant Sword, Ten Fists Sword..."
"In the mythology of Gaotian origin, it has an extraordinary status."
The number of powerful gods in the Takamagahara pantheon is rare, but each one is very powerful. Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo are the gods that support a pantheon.
The status of Kusanagi Sword and Ten Fist Sword among them is self-evident.
"It's just right to refine them into Shura Swords." Lin Fan said softly: "Just right, the high-ranking Shura God can have two Shura Swords..."
In fact, the most powerful weapons in Lin Fan's hands are not the Grass Pheasant Sword and the Ten Fist Sword.
But the first blade.
But that thing, Lin Fan could barely use it to its limit. He could only swing one sword at most in each battle, otherwise his body would be shattered by the backlash of [Killing].
As for refining the Shura Sword... it's just a dream.
That's Cain's Shura Sword!
With Cain's strength, he would not be able to forcibly refine it into his own Shura Sword unless he died. What's more, it contained the ancestor of ghosts and gods born in Cain's body.
If you don’t refine yourself with this first blade, then it’s not bad.
"Start!" Lin Fan suddenly grasped the two swords with both hands, making ten fists on the left and Cao Pheasant on the right!
Just a moment.
"Crash!"
Dark chains surround the sword, binding it!
The sticky Shura divine power surges and covers it!
"Crash!"
The chain shrank, as if it was about to merge into the sword.
Shura's divine power was like a pitch-black beast, frantically hitting the sword blade, trying to get into the sword body.
Lin Fan's spiritual thoughts were also forcibly poured into these two swords, trying to control these two swords.
As if feeling the restraint of Shura and the invasion of divine thoughts, the two swords shook suddenly!
"boom!"
The ten-fist sword suddenly rose in flames, and in an instant, it transformed into a figure and appeared in front of Lin Fan.
The Grass Pheasant Sword vibrated suddenly, and the sharp edge that split the space twisted, turning into a giant snake with eight heads spitting out messages and looking at Lin Fan with cold eyes.
This is Sword Spirit!
All powerful weapons have spirituality within them.
Because the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was used by the Martial Saint, and Lin Fan was approved by the Martial Saint at that time, he could directly refine it.
And these two swords are sacred weapons of Gao Tianyuan's divine system, and they don't want to be used by Lin Fan at all!
Under the invasion of Lin Fan's spiritual thoughts, the spirituality of these two swords also appeared in Lin Fan's eyes.
"Roar!!"
The giant python that spits out letters roared and lunged forward with overwhelming power!
"Even Susanoo was killed by me."
"You are a little snake that was killed by Susanoo, and you are screaming at me?!"
Lin Fan slowly raised his eyes, which were a pair of pure white eyes!
"Clatter!"
The Shura chains are wrapped around each other!
Behind Lin Fan, the ghost laughed ferociously, stretched out its sharp claws in an instant, and grabbed the snake into his hand like a plaything!
"Sword Spirit?"
"It's just food."
"Jiejiejiejie..."
The ghosts and gods smiled ferociously, opened their fangs, and fiercely stuffed the shadow of the Yamata-no-Orochi into their mouths, chewing it alive!
In the Yamata no Orochi's painful scream, his soul was shattered and became nourishment!
The Shura Sword does not require a sword spirit!
Ghosts and gods are the spirit of Shura Sword!
"Roar!"
The ghost and god let out a terrifying roar, and without the resistance of the sword spirit, the grass pheasant sword no longer vibrated.
"Crash!"
In just an instant, the dark chain merged into the Pheasant Sword, and the rushing Shura divine power was poured into it.
The Pheasant Sword, sharp enough to cut through space, was rendered pitch black, exuding black energy that distorted space, like a knife from hell!
Lin Fan's spiritual thoughts completely controlled the Pheasant Sword and turned it into a Shura Sword!
"It's your turn." Lin Fan turned to look at the Ten Fist Sword held in his left hand, and the figure floating out of the Ten Fist Sword that could only be seen by him holding the Ten Fist Sword.
This is the first and true owner of the Ten Fist Sword.
The father of the gods in the Takamagahara pantheon, Izanagi, is also the most powerful god in the Takamagahara pantheon!
He gave the Ten Fist Sword to his child, Susano'o. And this sword spirit was a trace of his divine will attached to the Ten Fist Sword!
Just like the Martial Saint Divine Mind on Lin Fan's Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
"It seems that you killed my child." The figure looked at Lin Fan with cold eyes and said, "How dare you..."
"Don't underestimate me." Lin Fan said expressionlessly: "I not only killed your children, but also your Kingdom of God in Gao Tianyuan."
"What?! It's impossible..." Izanagi's mind suddenly shook!
Lin Fan said calmly: "You don't believe it, right? Where is your home? Let me give you directions."
Izanagi's spiritual incarnation slowly turned around. On the top of the ice and snow mountain, he followed Lin Fan's direction and looked in the direction where his followers once lived.
His sight seemed to pass through space and the vast sea, and he saw...
Saw nothing!
Or the vast sea!
The temple built for him by his followers who stayed here has long since sunk into the sea!
Home is gone!
"You, how dare you..." Izanagi's spiritual thoughts suddenly went crazy, "My Kingdom of God...I will kill you!!"
Those were the believers he had finally gathered, and he left behind his sick faith for them, hoping that they could help him conquer more lands, especially that fertile land!
As a result...it was gone!
"I kill you!"
Izanagi's divine will suddenly shook. At this moment, Lin Fan actually felt an extremely terrifying divine will coming from the Kusanagi Sword in his hand!
Thirteenth level!
No!
Fourteenth level!
Just a ray of divine thought has the intensity of fourteen levels!
Izanagi, who left behind this ray of divine will, is the father of all the gods in the Takamagahara pantheon, the creator god of one pantheon, and is considered the strongest in Takamagahara!
Lin Fan couldn't even imagine whether the other party's true strength was the sixteenth-level God King Realm or the seventeenth-level God King Realm!
In Lin Fan's sight, the figure became clear and tall, with two horns on his head, pale skin, wearing a white robe, and his red eyes were moving!
Everything around him seemed to have become illusory, and those red eyes glowed strangely!
"I am going to kill you!"
"boom!"
The thousand-meter-long phantom struck hard with its palm, as if it wanted to destroy the mountain!
This is an attack at the spiritual level!
The surrounding soldiers on guard were unaware of it, because the attack was invisible and colorless, originating from a wisp of spiritual thought on the Ten Fist Sword. It was only aimed at Lin Fan who was holding the Ten Fist Sword, and only Lin Fan who was holding the Ten Fist Sword could attack it.
See!
But seeing the giant spiritual palm getting closer and closer, Lin Fan didn't react at all.
In fact, Lin Fan had not recovered from the injuries caused by [Killing] at this time. He was extremely weak and unable to resist at all.
Unless using the first blade.
But in that case, Lin Fan would also be devoured to death.
It seems that no matter what, he will die!
The incarnation of Izanagi's spiritual thoughts has a sharp look in his eyes. In his opinion, this kid has given up resistance and is waiting to die!
but.
"Guess," Lin Fan said calmly: "Why should I refine your Ten Fist Sword in this land?"
There was no panic in Lin Fan's eyes, only calmness.
It seems like everything is under control.
It seems that there is great support!
Izanagi's mind suddenly froze. At this moment, he realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.
Doesn't this kid know that refining the Ten Fist Sword will stimulate his own spiritual thoughts left on the Ten Fist Sword and be attacked by his divine thoughts?
he knows!
Then why did he...
Before Izanagi's spiritual incarnation could understand it, the palm was about to fall!
"Buzz!!"
A sharp voice sounded!
No, not just one!
But one path, countless paths!
The entire Daxia was shaken at this moment, and invisible light pillars shot into the sky.
There seems to be a loud sound of books in the Confucius Temple, and the statue of the Confucius and the seventy-two sages are vibrating!
In the White Horse Temple, there are faint sounds of Sanskrit falling from the sky, three thousand Buddhas are shaking, and the Buddha statues are smiling.
Thousands of Taoist temples, the invisible Taoist rhyme is everywhere!
even……
"Buzz!"
Even in the cemeteries and the places where our ancestors sleep, there are faint figures emerging! They are wandering souls that don’t want to leave this land!
It seems like there are countless voices echoing in Daxia!
"Damn it, where did this thing come from? It dares to run wild on our land!"
"The little devil back then? No, this is the god of the little devil...it's been decades, you still dare to come again?"
"A divine thought dares to show off its cruelty here. Have you forgotten what we did to them back then?"
"We feel like our bodies are falling into a deep sleep, so we can't fuck him?"
"Whoever recovers the best, send out a spiritual thought and kill him!"
Invisible shadows seemed to appear in the sky above Daxia. They were either wearing long robes, cassocks, or white clothes. There were even warriors holding big swords and covered in blood!
The eyebrows and eyes are full of anger!
They were disturbed by this sudden spiritual thought and immediately became furious.
Their bodies are still sleeping, so it's fine if they can't wake up to fight with the gods, but a bodyless incarnation of spiritual thoughts dares to run wild here, and even dares to use spiritual thoughts to harm their descendants?
You know, even when Poseidon came, he didn't dare to leave his body with his spiritual thoughts and enter Daxia with his spiritual thoughts!
It is because these sleeping ancestors are not dead even though their bodies are sleeping!
What's more, this is Daxia's mortal enemy?
"Let me do it!"
A dull voice sounded, and at the same time, a big hand suddenly grasped the giant palm of Izanagi's divine mind.
Izanagi's spiritual incarnation looked up in shock.
In front of him was the wisp of spiritual thought of a giant beast-like man, with a kind smile on his face and a hairpin on his head.
As the scholar's shirt exploded, Kong Wu's powerful muscles spread out like they were covering the sky.
It’s the same ray of spiritual thought, but it’s infinitely more powerful!
Behind that man, the word "Confucianism" shines!
That was... the Spring and Autumn Period, the most powerful man on earth - the Master!
He looked at Izanagi and said with a smile, "Is that why your name is Izanagi?"
"Human, how dare you call me, the Great God Izanagi, by my name..."
The words have not yet fallen.
"Snapped!!!"
A thick and powerful slap suddenly hit Izanagi's face. At that moment, the face of this spiritual incarnation was almost deformed!
"God, how rude."
Under Izanagi's horrified gaze, Master smiled and said, "It's okay. Master said, there is no distinction between teaching and distinction."
