Long Yi's thick eyebrows twitched. Clearly, he did not expect Zhao Yun to say such a thing. Then, he smiled. "A defeat is a defeat. I've already lost, and I admit defeat wholeheartedly. Zhao Yun, my life is yours. Do you want to chop off my head and dig out my heart, or grind my bones and scatter my ashes? It's up to you. "
"No, you lost to that stone tablet, not me. I've said before that I'll avenge Senior Brother with my own hands. Therefore, you and I must fight. "
Hu Lan could not hold it in any longer. His eyes were filled with confusion. "Brother Yun, what's going on? You scared me to death just now! "
Zhao Yun reached out and hugged her back. She felt boundless affection, and her eyes were also boundlessly gentle. "Lan 'er, it's fine. Bear with it for a while, and retreat to the side with Qing 'er. I'll tell you in detail after my battle with Long Yi. "
Long Yi clapped his hands and laughed. "Good, Zhao Yun is indeed Zhao Yun. I really have a whole new level of respect for you. Then it's settled. After two hours, you and I will decide whether we live or die. There will be no complaints. "As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged and hurriedly used the Primordial Divine Dragon Technique to heal his severely injured meridians.
Zhao Yun turned to look at the battered and exhausted Long Yi. She was secretly shocked and thought, "This demon tablet is really strange. Even Long Yi, with his cultivation, is only its plaything. I was lucky to escape the demon tablet's control this time, but what about next time? What's the origin of this demon tablet? "
Zhao Yun gently let go of Hu Lan. She sat upright and concentrated. She circulated the Four Symbols True Qi to all the meridians in her body. She was also racing against time to recover her condition.
Hu Lan sighed and leaned close to Hu Qing's ear. His voice was so low that it could not be heard. It sounded like he was complaining, admiring, puzzled, and proud. He spoke of his helplessness and worry. "It's so annoying to be a hero. Since Long Yi was willing to die, if it were me, I would have killed Long Yi long ago. Yet, Brother Yun insisted on gambling with his life. Seriously! Although Long Yi is seriously injured, his foundation is exceptionally strong. Brother Yun even gave him an hour to catch his breath. I'm afraid that when the time comes, Brother Yun will still be in danger. "
Hu Qing said in a low voice, "A real man is supposed to do what he shouldn't do and what he must do. He shouldn't be moved by benefits and shouldn't bend to the current situation. This is probably the part of Langjun that interests you and me the most. Since Langjun has made a decision, you and I will accompany him. On the contrary, I'm worried about that Demonic Stele. Previously, we were indifferent to it. I didn't think that this thing would be so strange. What happened when Langjun was absent-minded? "
Wasn't Hu Qing's worry the same as Zhao Yun's worry? Although Zhao Yun was concentrating, the scene in the illusion still appeared in his mind, causing him to be extremely puzzled, fearful, and furious. He was actually unable to calm himself down, and recuperating from his injuries was completely ineffective.
Previously, Zhao Yun was seriously injured by Long Yi's "Combination of Hardness and Gentleness". He felt that there was no hope for revenge. His heart was filled with grief and indignation. He fell into a state of self-harm and self-hatred. The ninth move of his Green Lotus Sword Technique, "My Decline Is My Age", could only exert its peak power in the realm of "indescribable pain, extreme self and extreme emotion". Therefore, Zhao Yun used his blood and tears to nurture his indignation and used a sad song to clear his mind. He kept accumulating the momentum of his strongest move.
However, just as he was about to unleash his ultimate sword strike, a burst of "evil" laughter suddenly rang out in his sea of consciousness.
That laughter was so strange that it shook his soul. Zhao Yun only felt that his consciousness was blurred and he fell into a coma.
When Zhao Yun opened his eyes, he strangely found that he had become a lonely ghost floating in the boundless sea of blood.
Under the sea of blood, he saw his own body. He was holding his sword woodenly and looking at the Demon Monument. The seven words "Kill" were chasing after Long Yi, but he didn't know what he should do.
He used all his strength to shout loudly, but he couldn't control his body at all. It was as if he was isolated in a lonely world. No one could hear his voice, and no one could find his existence.
In that moment of fright, Zhao Yun understood the situation he was in. His body no longer belonged to him. It only belonged to the Demon Monument. His consciousness was also replaced by the Demon Monument. He was completely a puppet.
"No, I can't disappear like this. I can't be replaced like this! Damn Demon Monument, get out of my body! "
Zhao Yun's soul roared angrily and gathered his weakened consciousness. He wanted to break through the shackles of the sea of blood and return to his true self. Thanks to his tenacious willpower, his soul actually broke through the layers of the sea of blood and was about to clash with his body.
It was at this critical moment that a wave of blood suddenly surged and a gust of bloody wind blew. An irresistible force easily flung Zhao Yun's soul thousands of kilometers away, causing all of his hard work to go up in smoke.
"Don't think of making me give up! Even if I have to start all over again ten thousand times, I still want to return to my body. "
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yun rolled in the waves of blood again and again, dragging his exhausted soul through all kinds of dangers for a goal that couldn't be any simpler. "This is my body. It should be under my control."
Originally, no matter how strong Zhao Yun's willpower was, he was still a mortal. After thousands of failed attempts, he would eventually give up and never be able to escape the control of the Ancient Demon Monument. However, as luck would have it, Zhao Yun's willpower had already broken through the limits of the human race through the training of the Thousand Transformations Mirage Formation and the Gentle Killing Formation a few days ago. He had no regrets after being tempered a thousand times, and his willpower had been refined to the point of perfection. No matter how many failures he suffered, it would not change his mind.
Although he was imprisoned, his firm belief and unyielding anger were still stubbornly enduring and could not be extinguished. After going through countless hardships, Zhao Yun's soul finally returned to his body.
The boundless sea of blood suddenly questioned fiercely like a thunderclap. "I am you. You were born to become me. Why did you resist my fusion?"
Zhao Yun suddenly raised his head and used his tiny body to resist the might of the sky collapsing. He was fearless and said resolutely, "No, I am Zhao Yun! You are not me! "
The sea of blood roiled and the waves surged. It was extremely disdainful and angry. "Ridiculous! What do you know? You are destined to become the Seven-Kill Tablet. How can there be a Zhao Yun? How can there be a you! "
"I have only lived for myself in my life. I only seek to have a clear conscience. I only seek to live up to the name Zhao Yun that my parents have bestowed upon me! What kind of demon are you? How dare you dream of seizing my body and destroying my consciousness? Don't dream of it. Zhao Yun will never let you succeed! "
"Haha." The sea of blood laughed disdainfully. "How can you resist after a thousand years of waiting? Do you know why I want to reconstruct your body? Do you know why I want to save you from Song Langyun? Do you know why I want to guide you to the Great Wilderness Illusory Realm? You don't have to struggle needlessly. You have no right to change your fate. No one has the right to change your fate. Only I can go against the heavens! Idiot, stop resisting and accept the fusion obediently! "
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