After two days and two nights of non-stop efforts, Tang Yan, who was located under the crack, finally communicated with the silent Fierce Demon Sword. He awakened the War Demon's thoughts with his perseverance and persistence, and he used his blood and soul power to arouse the War Demon's attention.
Accompanied by bursts of slight trembling, the Fierce Demon Sword awakened from silence.
"It's done? Work harder!" Tang Yan's face was full of surprise. He had no time to wipe the sweat off his forehead and urged Huo Ling'er and Blood Soul Tree to continue working hard to make the Demon Sword resonate with the bodies of the village.
Finally, at midnight, Hanzuo, who was far away in the forest village, noticed something strange.
"What's going on?" Hanzuo was trying his best to repair himself when he suddenly felt the heat on the right side of his body, and it quickly intensified. It was hot and hot for no reason, making him feel uncomfortable all over his body.
Just as he was making strange inquiries, a sharp sting suddenly aroused in his soul.
Hanzuo screamed, his whole body convulsed, his eyes widened, and he felt like his soul was about to be torn in half.
But suddenly, the severe pain and heat disappeared without a trace.
Han Zuo was breathing heavily, his whole body was tense, and his one eye was shaking with pain and surprise. It took him a long time to recover. "TMD, what's wrong with me?"
But just as he shook his head and tried to stand up, the sharp sting exploded again, this time, sharper and more sudden, like a kitchen knife cutting into his soul.
"ah!"
Hanzuo screamed in pain, fell off the bed, and rolled back and forth on the floor with his head in his arms. The pain came from his soul, it was heart-piercing, sharp and cruel.
It was as if the God of Death was ruthlessly tearing at his soul. The pain was indescribable and even more unbearable.
At the same time, the left and right sides of Han's body, from shoulders to heels, except for his arms, all began to heat up, like a blazing fire, causing scalding pain and mercilessly destroying his nearly collapsed will.
"Uh, ah, ah, ah..."
Han Zuo growled in pain, rolled stiffly, and curled up twitching.
Like a live fish in a frying pan, struggling miserably.
"What's wrong? It's too troublesome." In the lobby downstairs, the innkeeper frowned and raised his head. It was night now, the village was quiet, and he was about to pack up and go back to sleep.
In other rooms on the third floor, Tai Tai and other Pangu tribe members woke up one after another. Their eyes were cold and they stared in the direction of Han Zuo's room. These thin moans felt unusual.
"Asshole, uh, what's wrong with me?" Han Zuo struggled to stand up, but fell down. His soul stung, his body burned, and he suffered unbearable pain.
If this was barely bearable, then... gradually, he discovered signs of 'disharmony' in his body.
My right foot and leg are inexplicably tight, and there is no sign of movement no matter how hard I control it.
The right side of my body continued to feel hot, and eventually the pain became so severe that I could barely feel it.
"Is your body out of control?"
"Is it because of the injuries sustained in the battle that day? Now it suddenly relapses?"
"I've been smelting for thousands of years, but I'm so fragile?"
"impossible!"
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
"As long as you grow in my body, you belong to me."
Hanzuo struggled violently, roared ferociously, and forcefully surged corpse energy to suppress the abnormality on the right side of his body. He tried his best to use the secret method of the corpse royal family to resmelt it, trying to eliminate this sudden 'hidden danger'.
However, suddenly, Hanzuo's whole body stiffened and he tensed up, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he could not make a sound. Only his expression gradually became distorted in the stiffness.
It was as if he had endured terrible pain, and his whole body froze.
At this moment, Han Zuo's soul was torn to the limit, and the severe pain reached the extreme. But what really made him freeze was that in a trance, an eye suddenly opened deep in his soul, making him feel chills all over his body.
A strange force hit his brain, almost like a heavy hammer blow, which made him dizzy and almost lost him.
Thousands of years ago, the corpse royal family obtained the remains and part of the soul of the war demon, and suppressed it in the abyss corpse pool to control, tame, and eliminate its violent resistance.
Thousands of years ago, the Corpse Emperor inspected the abyss corpse pool and determined that the remaining body and soul of the war demon had been "quiet", so he decided to make full use of it and handed it over to his right-hand man to help Han Zuo devour it.
In order to make better use of the war demon's remnant body, and to better integrate Hanzuo and the war demon's remnant body, the Corpse Emperor 'stuffed' the trapped war demon's remnant soul into Hanzuo's body.
In order to tame the remnant body of the war demon, not only does Hanzuo's original body need to be broken into pieces, but also Hanzuo's soul needs to be changed. This is destined to be a heaven-defying project and a transformation that will lead to a near-death experience.
This is the first time in the history of the Corpse Royal Family, and it is also a crazy attempt in the history of mankind.
For this reason, the Corpse Emperor did not hesitate to retreat for three hundred years, personally guarding and operating it, so that Hanzuo could better and more safely integrate the remaining body of the war demon and absorb his remaining soul.
For thousands of years, Hanzuo endured the constant backlash and resistance from the war demons, and endured the severe pain of his body being torn and fused together. He endured too much, which was equivalent to thousands of tempers.
It is precisely because of that dedication that the comprehensive integration that broke through after a thousand years was achieved.
It was precisely because of thousands of years of pain and suffering that he absorbed the supreme secret of the third heaven of ancient warfare from the remnant soul of the war demon, and was able to successfully comprehend it.
Thousands of years of tempering, thousands of hammerings and countless grindings, breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn.
According to the normal planned development, Hanzuo will formally and truly fuse the war demon's remnant soul through constant fighting and training, completely integrating it into his own soul, and truly making the war demon's remnant body become a part of himself.
Since then, there is no longer a broken body or soul of the war demon in the world, only Hanzuo who has risen strongly.
According to the normal expected development, Hanzuo will become the corpse emperor's number one killer weapon, become the corpse royal family's number one soldier, and become a great perfection-level holy realm that surpasses Hanba.
The Corpse Emperor has placed too much on Han Zuo, sacrificed too much, and expected too much. He firmly believes that Han Zuo will bring new opportunities to the Corpse Emperor.
To this end, the Corpse Emperor formulated a long-term action plan for Han Zuo, starting with small actions and gradually leaping to big actions, in order to adapt to the body.
However, he should not have met Tang Yan.
During a period when he seemed to be rising strongly, but in fact there were still great hidden dangers, when he was performing his first mission, he encountered the Fierce Demon Sword.
"Greetings to my mentor, I will avenge this revenge myself." Outside the village, at the bottom of the gap, Tang Yan's eyes sparkled, his face suddenly became ferocious, and his long hair danced wildly.
The blood and vitality originating from the Blood Soul Tree and Green Fire surged like a tide in the cracked underground, paying full attention to the Fierce Demon Knife floating on its own in front of it.
"Ouch." In the world of ancient war, the war demon's thoughts are fully awakened, standing proudly, and the dominating figure makes the people dust and fog, makes the battlefield eclipse, and makes endless souls tremble.
Boom! Boom!
In the world of ancient warfare, a mysterious drum beat, dull and distant, ancient and vast, echoing in the world of ancient warfare, lasting and endless.
Every time the drum beats, the Fierce Demon Sword trembles all over its body, the ink-like black energy surges on its own, and the lines on its body are bloody. It is like a waking life, opening its eyes and stretching its body.
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Tang Yan controlled it with all his strength and looked forward to it.
Finally, the drum sound originating from the depths of the ancient sword spread out of the sword body and penetrated into the space. The drum sound was as unreal as an illusion, but also as if it really existed.
The sound of the drum reverberated strangely and spread towards the village.
Lingzhi and others were clueless, and the villagers didn't notice.
All living things are imperceptible to the reverberation of this drum.
But Han Zuo deep in the village caught the sound of the drum at this moment, at his most painful moment, at the moment when his time and space were frozen, at this most inappropriate moment.
Like a lone ship wandering the ocean in a heavy rain, it finally saw a bright lighthouse.
Han Zuo stood up in despair and wandered to the window.
The sound of drums came one after another, impacting the remnant soul of the war demon that was awakening in Hanzuo's body, as if it had magical energy, helping him control this body.
Bang!
Han Zuo jumped down and landed heavily outside the hotel.
At this moment, because of the tremor and the impact, Han Zuo's own willpower took the initiative, suppressing his thoughts of fighting the demon, looking around, puzzled: "Where am I?"
But it was only a moment of confusion. The drumbeat summoning from the Fierce Demon Sword once again assisted the remnant soul of the war demon, forcibly controlling the body and drowning Hanzuo's soul.
Han Zuo drooped again, his mind was groggy, and he was pulled forward by the sound of drums, staggering forward.
Boom, boom, boom!
The drum beat became more and more urgent and heavier.
The open eyes in Han Zuo's body were staring straight at the outside of the village. A strange force controlled this body, urging him to walk... walk... walk...
However, Hanzuo's own thoughts were still strong. After moving more than ten steps, he suddenly woke up. This time he finally understood something. He immediately let out a low roar and tried to take back control of his body, but was controlled again.
In this way, Hanzuo's soul and the remnant soul of the war demon started a fierce battle. Sometimes Hanzuo took the initiative, and sometimes the war demon took control. You came and I went back and forth, which was equivalent to being on a round battlefield.
But Han Zuo is too weak, and he was too severely injured in the previous battle, so with the help of the Demonic Sword, the war demon residual thoughts can always flourish. So, every time Han Zuo's thoughts take the initiative, he will
was suppressed immediately.
The village was quiet and dim, and there was no one on the road.
Little lanterns decorate the outside of the store, and the light candlelight is intertwined with the mist.
It's very quiet, everyone is sleeping peacefully, and no one is worried about being attacked or persecuted. This is due to trust in the village's 'rules'.
In the empty streets, misty white fog, and faint candlelight, only Hanzuo's dilapidated body was staggering, twitching, and moving step by step toward the outside of the village.
Due to the struggle of his soul, his steps were weird and twisted, sometimes like a zombie with a broken leg, sometimes like a drunken drunkard, walking on the street with difficulty and pain.
His soul was struggling and his body was resisting. He walked this road with difficulty, madness, despair, and very slowly.
"No, no, no!" Han Zuo's soul was struggling fiercely. He couldn't see the real situation outside clearly, but he realized that walking out this way was equivalent to heading to real hell and destruction.
He struggled desperately and resisted with all his strength.
Despair, unwillingness, resentment, regret.
A large number of negative emotions are destroying him and motivating him.
However, he is working hard, Zhan Mo Cannian is working hard, and Tang Yan, Blood Soul Tree, and Phantom Qinghuo outside are all working hard.
This weird 'walking' process is actually another level of confrontation between Tang Yan and Han Zuo.
PS: This is the second update. There are still more. Thanks to my brothers, the flower list has been shortened to fifty!