It was like a flash of lightning flashed through Zhikarizhen's heart, comparing it with Sora's memory, and he suddenly understood.
"It's not that we accidentally got lost and were trapped in this mountain. It's because you knew about the divine treasure very early and took me all the way here specifically for it, and took the initiative to find Shenri Villa." Zhi Shouzhen said deeply.
Staring at Kong Haolie.
A gust of wind whipped up a large amount of rainwater, screaming and passed between the father and son. Kong Haolie buried his head and was hit by the raindrops. His soaked clothes clung to his broad and protruding shoulder blades and his lower back.
Looks a little rickety.
He lost all memories of Shenri Villa, except for the divine treasure.
Because that’s what Kongzhen needs.
"You came to the mountain for me, in order to change my qualifications and seek the divine treasure, so you had to get stuck here. When you first entered the villa, you must have killed many people, so the Jia brothers and sisters said that two evil spirits broke into the villa.
, stole the sacred treasure. Because it originated from their remaining memory." Zhi Kaizhen stared blankly at Kong Haolie's back, his voice became deeper and deeper, and he vaguely saw the figure of another person on Bailing Mountain. This evil exterminator who beats and scolds all day long is actually just an overly anxious father.
Because I am worried, I criticize harshly.
Kong Haolie lay motionless in the heavy rain, silent for a long time.
"It's really strange. How could a mere mortal remember these things?" Suddenly, slowly and slowly, at a strange speed that seemed to be slowing down, he turned his body little by little towards Zhikarizhen, and even the speed of his speech changed.
It was played extremely slowly, and the tone was as thick as a mountain rock, exuding an indescribable majesty.
Huge evil energy rose up from his body and extended in all directions. The fallen branches and leaves on the ground spattered, and the storm swirled violently around him, making a deafening roar.
"Even if you fuse the treasures of Shenri Villa, you can't retain all the memories. Tell me, who are you?" He turned around little by little, and what appeared in Zhikarizhen's field of vision was no longer Sora.
A heroic face.
That’s the face of the mountain god!
It's just that this face is like a ball of wet mud, constantly twitching, twisting, and changing, switching between the faces of Kong Haolie and the mountain god.
"When--" Zhi Kaizhen quickly formed a seal with his left hand, and the shadow of the awakening bell made a strong bell sound in the mid-air. Kong Hao Lie's rising evil energy suddenly dropped down, and struggled to rise again, like an ups and downs of angry waves, one after another.
The face is like a terrifying demon that keeps changing shape.
The bells were ringing melodiously, and the Jiehui Sword jumped out of Jiang Palace and into the palm of his hand. Zhikarizhen formed a seal with his left hand and held the sword in his right hand, confronting Kong Haolie for a long time.
The heavy rain hit the ruins of the dilapidated temple eaves, and the collapsed beams in a corner of the house were blown by the strong wind and made a "creep" noise.
"You want to use the Jie Hui Sword you just learned to fight me? I will tear you alive!" Kong Haolie glanced at the Jie Hui Sword, laughed up to the sky, and let out a burst of arrogant and manic smiles. Zhi Qingzhen couldn't tell the difference for a moment.
Qing, at this time, is he an empty hero or a powerful and terrifying evil spirit?
"You won't kill me." Zhikarizhen looked at Kong Haolie, was silent for a while, and said, "In this evil and cannibalistic world, I am too weak and too cowardly. You have been worried that one day in the future,
If you fight the evil spirit and die, leaving me alone, I will not be able to survive. The long-standing bloodline of the Kong family will be completely cut off."
Kong Haolie was stunned, and his shoulders could not help but tremble.
"You useless scoundrel, you can't do anything, and you're afraid of everything! I've been exorcising evil spirits for many years, and I'm covered in wounds. I won't live much longer! What will you do after I die? In this world of cannibalism,
How do you live? You loser!" He suddenly waved his arms hysterically, rain dripping down his face, and his hair curled up angrily, like dense sarcoma.
"So you brought me here to seize the sacred treasure, but the mountain god is too powerful. You know you have no chance." Zhikarizhen hesitated for a moment, took steps, and walked towards Kong Haolie step by step. He even put away his
With the Gray Sword of Tribulation, only the sound of the God-awakening bell swayed in the violent wind and rain, like a bumpy and wandering boat.
"The only chance is to let go of your mental resistance and let the mountain god infect you. Because the infection is mutual, when the mountain god enters your spiritual world, he will also be infected by you."
"This is your only chance to seize the divine treasure: trap the mountain god's spiritual core in your spiritual world."
"Because the infection goes both ways."
"The evil spirit that has invaded the spiritual world of the jade will completely accept the memory of the host. And the memory of the beauty is also an invasion for the evil spirit. A new life, a new experience, a new way of life... a jade
Countless memories of joys and sorrows in a person's life, and a father's deep love for his son throughout his life, will have a huge and strong impact on evil spirits."
"Some evil spirits will think that they are the host, so they will regard the host's experience as their own experience, and live as the host, forgetting that they are actually an evil spirit."
Zhikarizhen slowly approached Kong Haolie, and the two sides were only a few feet away from each other.
"Now, while you are still awake, send me away." Zhikarizhen whispered, "Let us complete the last step of the plan."
"Are you sure I won't kill you?" Kong Haolie suddenly spoke, his voice rising and falling, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes bulging, and a strong green evil light flickering.
Zhikari didn't answer. He clearly heard Kong Haolie's rapid and heavy breathing, and heard the fierce and painful battle in the body.
He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but stop.
However, in the empty spiritual corner, the tiny, thin, and extinguished embers of fire suddenly lit up.
That's a ray of Sora's soul.
Zhikarizhen was silent for a moment, then suddenly let go of his control over his body and handed it back to Kongzhen.
"Trapped the spiritual core of the evil god in one's own body, this is called a 'seal' in magical skills. But in more ancient times, it had another name." The young man's voice was soft and trembling, as if he could feel it at any time.
The sparks that will be extinguished are like trying to emit the last light.
"Sacrifice."
"This is a genius idea and a crazy adventure. But only a father who loves his son deeply is willing to use himself as a seal and make such a sacrifice."
"It's not for the reputation of the Kong family, nor for the Ji Shi Palace, nor for revenge. I just want my son to survive in this desperate and cruel world."
Kong Haolie saw two lines of tears seeping out of the young man's eyes, slowly flowing down, like hot rain. Zhikari Zhen's main idea regained his body, but Kong Zhen's soul approached him and actively merged in.
.
"It's called sacrifice."
Kong Haolie saw his son burst into tears, but he strode forward without hesitation or looking at himself again.
He burst out into a burst of earth-shattering laughter, his face changed rapidly, and the ash-grabbing wheel rotated rapidly at high altitude, vibrating violently and making a thrilling buzzing sound.
The two sides passed each other.
"Get out of the way!" "Go to hell!" Two voices sounded alternately in Kong Haolie's mouth.
Zhikari Zhen didn't look back, and Kong Zhen didn't look back either. The two young men's wills walked side by side and gradually merged into one, turning into a more dazzling spark.
The Jie Hui Sword Wheel suddenly slashed out, hitting Kong Haolie's own face.
With a "plop", he half-knelt down on the ground, his face gradually turned into dust and dust, and then slowly healed. The magical power of robbery and the evil power of the mountain god saw each other back and forth, struggling with each other.
"The evil spirit is too powerful. One day, the beauty will be destroyed." Kong Haolie gasped and looked at Kong Zhen's back, his whole body shaking violently.
A mountain road leading below miraculously appeared before Shikari's eyes.
Kong Haolie wanted to laugh, but his face was deformed ferociously, and his hoarse shout echoed far into the mountains: "But we still have to resist!"
Zhikari stopped for a moment, then flew up lightly and ran along the mountain road, running farther and farther, leaving only a vague shadow. In the end, even the shadow was invisible. The wind and rain became weaker and weaker,
The dark night disappeared, and the blue sky with long white clouds gradually appeared above our heads.
Looking back, Zhikarizhen stood at the foot of the mountain, looking in the direction of Kong Haolie from a distance.
In that person's spiritual world, the invisible battle will still continue, just like this devastated beauty land.
"But we still have to resist." Zhikarizhen murmured.
In the sea of consciousness, a high-pitched and clear chirping of cicadas suddenly sounded. It was like a wisp of light wind, floating on the clouds and clear sky, drifting past the mountain temple, past Bailing Mountain, and every day in Hezhino.
It turns out it was just an overly anxious father.