Chapter 172: The Spirit Puppet of the Three Realms of Martial Saint
Time keeps passing by, and Nie Heng continues to work hard.
His thoughts and consciousness were integrating into Mo Zhengnan's original body in a flowing way.
By doing this, Nie Heng's soul body "walked" into the sea of consciousness of Black Flame White Tiger, and walked into a memory belonging to someone else.
This sea of consciousness space that contains Mo Zhengnan's memories is very gorgeous and ethereal.
In addition to the colorful flying and rotating here, there are also countless ice-like mirrors.
Of course the mirror was not a real mirror, but the images that kept appearing inside were all of Mo Zhengnan's memories.
Because the depth of these memories are different, the scenes in the mirror are also different: some are extremely clear, and some are blurred...
It was precisely because he walked into Mo Zhengnan's sea of consciousness that Nie Heng's expression gradually became serious.
He saw Mo Zhengnan's fate...
Ever since he was born, Mo Zhengnan had escaped disaster: if he hadn't been deduced by the demon clan's star yan master to have good talent, he would have been directly killed by his father.
This memory has been blurred, and Mo Zhengnan probably learned about it from others after he grew up.
And in Mo Zhengnan's memory, his father had done this nineteen times, personally killing nineteen newly born brothers and sisters of Mo Zhengnan...
The memory of all this is very clear, it must be something Mo Zhengnan saw with his own eyes, or it is something he can be sure of!
But no matter what, it is evident from this how ruthless and ruthless the previous Demon Emperor was!
As he grew up, Mo Zhengnan's father still showed a ruthless and cold side that was different from other fathers.
When Mo Zhengnan was nine years old, his father forced him to fight with his thirteen-year-old brother. After he defeated the brother with difficulty, it was his father who taught him step by step how to wield a sword.
Stab into the enemy's chest.
So Mo Zhengnan killed an elder brother for the first time.
In the days that followed, his father continued to train him in horrific ways.
It can be said that at that time, Mo Zhengnan had the possibility of dying every day, and every time he practiced hard, he was wandering between life and death.
But he eventually grew up, killing three of his brothers and four sisters, as well as two brothers and a sister along the way.
At the same time, he also led the demon army to capture countless tribal strongholds of the Hungarian Empire and the cities of the Great Xia Empire, and caused rivers of blood to flow in these places and mountains of corpses to pile up!
It was with the blood of these close relatives or strangers that Mo Zhengnan finally gained the favor of his father and became the heir of the Demon Emperor.
then……
Mo Zhengnan finally found an opportunity. Taking advantage of his father's mental damage during a certain period of penance, he killed his father!
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"Damn it, they say that tiger poison cannot eat its seeds...but this white tiger lineage is so cold-blooded!"
Nie Heng's crystal clear soul body was still in Mo Zhengnan's equally crystal clear sea of consciousness. Everything he saw made Nie Heng feel the boundless cold.
"No wonder you would ask Mo Xue to go to Xuanjian Sect to die in order to lure me to Yaoxian Castle without blinking an eye!"
Sighing, Nie Heng shook his head and continued to "think" Mo Zhengnan's sea of consciousness.
But at this moment, his mind suddenly shook - he saw a drop of blood and tears in Mo Zhengnan's sea of consciousness!
…
Shi Jian came back and brought every medicinal material Nie Heng needed, just in more or less quantity.
"Thank you so much, Miss Swordsman!"
Nie Heng was very satisfied and felt that it was not easy to wield a sword.
He saw the dust on the sword's face, the weeds in his hair, and the skirt of his clothes that had been torn by thorns.
"No...you're welcome...you're welcome!"
Shi Jian smiled and wiped the dust and sweat from his face.
"By the way, is he really the Demon Emperor?" Then she looked at the huge black flame white tiger that looked like a hill next to Nie Heng.
"Um!"
Nodding, Nie Heng said: "He is a demon emperor, but he is also a poor father, an emperor troubled by obsession!"
I say this because Nie Heng saw a drop of this guy's blood and tears in Mo Zhengnan's sea of consciousness not long ago.
In this drop of blood and tears, Nie Heng clearly felt Mo Zhengnan's pain and desolation.
Mo Zhengnan longed for true father's love and refused to give up brotherhood, but he lost it all in the end, and even destroyed it all with his own hands.
The same is Mo Zhengnan. He hopes that his people can get a better living environment and leave the bitter cold world of ice and snow, so he is so warlike and eager to become stronger...
But for all this, he turned himself into the person he once hated the most - his father!
"He actually loves his children very much! When he wanted to go to Xuanjian Sect to die, he secretly shed a drop of blood and tears. It did not flow outward, but flowed into his own sea of consciousness..."
Nie Heng sighed and said: "Because only by doing this can the Holy Lord fulfill the promise made to him!"
Shi Jian didn't quite understand what Mo Zhengnan had gone through, and he didn't quite understand what happened outside the Xuanjian Sect's mountain gate, "One promise in exchange for a thousand lives."
She could only ask: "What did the Holy Lord promise him?"
"Territory!" Nie Heng looked at White Tiger and said, "A vast and fertile territory!"
With a look of pity that could not be concealed, Shi Jian asked again: "What now? Is he dead?"
"I can take him to the sky, or I can kill him without blinking an eye..." As he answered, the coldness in Nie Heng's eyes became less cold: "But I still want him to live, so that he can be himself in the future, and be a
The father I really want to be!"
This answer seemed a bit wrong, but Shi Jian still understood one thing: Nie Heng no longer wanted to kill Mo Zhengnan, and since Mo Zhengnan was still alive, there seemed to be a chance to regain his freedom in the future!
"Let's get started! Soon, he will be my first spirit puppet of the third realm of the Martial Saint!"
Finally, Nie Heng walked up to the black flame white tiger with dull eyes, touched the white tiger's huge head with one hand, and reached out to some medicinal material brought back by Shi Jian with the other hand.
"Shijian, protect me for the time being!"
…
Shi Jian felt that he had actually done nothing.
Because from the very beginning, Nie Heng's four shadowy bodies appeared all around, guarding and protecting Nie Heng.
So she doesn't need to do anything at all.
She just looked at Nie Heng quietly.
Seeing that Nie Heng did not use any furnace, but just used one of his palms to smelt countless medicinal materials, and finally turned them into a ball of blue light and electricity, which was integrated into the white tiger's body through Nie Heng's body.
in vivo.
As time went by, Nie Heng used one hand to smelt fewer and fewer medicinal materials with mysterious means and fierce flames, and the other hand continued to send the smelting proceeds into the body of the Black Flame White Tiger.
Then……
A shadowy figure suddenly frowned and looked at the distant sky with vigilance.
Someone is coming, a lot of people!
[Author's digression]: Brothers and sisters who like this book, please collect this book, thank you, Lao Sha!