Main Text Chapter 982: The Ghost of Dawn (4)
"Don't worry, this guy can't do anything to you."
Zhao Nan glanced at Princess Youluo and made a promise, "After the other matters are resolved, come down. You can kill or keep this nightmare monarch, it's up to you."
However, at this time, Zhao Mu glanced at his former self very curiously, and vaguely seemed to have thought of what his intention was.
kill.
Three clones, good and evil. In fact, separation represents the three ideal states that the deity aspires to as a complete compound.
The deity and the truth are merged, and the delicate balance in the personality is broken. The heart is so filled with good, evil and evil that it has begun to gravitate toward evil. You can keep it as long as it is useful. It can be killed, as long as it cannot meet the required value.
Zhao Nan took a step forward and landed under the sea of clouds. Zhao Mu was left thinking deeply.
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"That person is really powerful as never before."
Suddenly, a very discouraging sentence came out of the Nightmare Monarch's mouth, "Below the level of the Conferred God, there is no one that can be matched."
Zhao Nan is just as powerful as she was when she was swimming in the deep sea, and just like when she first met Zhao Mu in the North Sea, she takes life and death as she wants. Facing this powerful opponent, the Nightmare Lord felt as if he was seeing himself.
Of course, this feeling is not pleasant.
A thrilling smile appeared on the face of the Nightmare Lord. Looking at the guy who emerged from the scabbard in front of him, this guy broke into his heart with a dreamlike kindness that was impossible to exist in the world. He whispered softly. Said; "Finally, we meet again."
"Although the situation is not very good, right?" Zhao Mu smiled bitterly. At this time, he said directly: "There is a way for you to survive, and I hope you can accept my proposal."
"Before that, can you explain to me what is the relationship between you and...that person? Brother?" The Nightmare Lord shook his head and said, "If it were you, you shouldn't be hiding anything, right?"
Zhao Mu sighed and said: "We are actually all...created, evolved separately, and after reaching the extreme in different directions, we only appeared in order to perfect the same soul."
Yes, it stayed in the glorious scabbard for a long time, constantly absorbing the knowledge of the previous master. Today, Zhao Mu has understood the true purpose of the creation of Jie Zhiyu.
It's not to enhance professional power... but to perfect the perfection of the user's soul. But no one told me this, and the three clones that were born also had different experiences. This is far beyond what the creator of Jade of the Realm expected.
However, fate also played a joke, even though it completely deviated from the original plan that Jie Zhiyu should have. But in the end, the Lord of Truth returned... after turning around in a circle, he still returned to the starting point.
Although the words were a bit unclear, with the Nightmare Lord's knowledge, he could vaguely feel what it meant. She closed her eyes, like this, letting her soul split into different states, evolve each, and then return to herself. It's just too crazy.
To become a god, what is needed is divinity. The soul, as well as the small world, are three-in-one, thus achieving a state of perfect coordination and completing true unity. The final step of the God Trilogy is the real beginning. And these three different aspects. The improvement in every aspect will bring explosive growth to the benefits after becoming a god.
The soul serves as the foundation, integrates into the small world, sublimates the small world, and then uses divinity as the condition for consolidation. Only then can we complete the final step of becoming a god, the complete construction of the realm of gods. After completing the process of becoming a god, it will be a long road of tuning, from the six-star level to the twelve-star level.
Among them, the soul is the most fundamental thing in the whole process. The more powerful and perfect the soul is, the better the quality of God's Domain will be.
"This is really a crazy and bold method." The Nightmare Lord sighed: "But, even so, are you willing to...?"
Zhao Mu shook his head and said: "I think you may have misunderstood something... For us, this is how it should be, not how it has to be. Even if the direction of evolution is different, no matter where the clone is, There is something in my heart that I cannot let go of.”
Living in the glorious scabbard, Zhao Mu wanted to know more. That is, the concept of World Jade is excellent, but whether it is the first generation that used it or the subsequent successors, they basically failed. The clone was unwilling to return in the end.
However, it is Zhao Nan's generation.
Just because we all hope to be by that person's side, there is no such thing as returning or not returning...or, what we hope for is to return.
Therefore, judging from the current situation, the generation that Zhao Nan holds the World Jade is the generation that truly conforms to the theory of the maker who created it.
Although the Nightmare Lord understood the relationship based on his own knowledge, he still had an incredible feeling when he heard what should have been said from Zhao Mu. She couldn't help but frown and said, "You still have this idealistic character."
Zhao Mu shook his head and said: "You are not us...so you don't understand. In fact, there are people who are one step ahead of me."
The Nightmare Lord sneered continuously: "I don't care what I know or don't understand! I just know that there is never anything I can't get!"
Zhao Nan's will is very domineering, but the Nightmare Lord himself is also a generation overlord who has traversed the deep sea. How can he bow to others just because he is defeated?
"No need for your suggestion, I have my choice! Zhao Mu, I will definitely get yours!!"
At this moment, a terrifying will boiled from the body of the Nightmare Lord, like a burning flame. Her slender silver hair danced wildly in the air, and the bonds that imprisoned her were shattered in an instant. Come on!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the Nightmare Lord's mouth, but his entire body turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
"Things seem to be messed up?" Zhao Mu looked at the invisible figure in the sky and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Teacher... what you just said, in the end..."
"Of course it's to deceive this guy. If she stays here, she will really die." Zhao Mu sighed helplessly.
Princess Youluo's face relaxed. He seemed to be relieved...his teacher would not lie.
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But once an honest person lies, he is often the most able to deceive others. Zhao Nan raised his head and glanced at the sea of clouds, shook his head, and said: "The power of burning the small world is pretty good...but I don't know how long it will take to recover. The Nightmare Lord...is well-deserved."
From a high altitude, he looked at the battlefield of the entire Nordo King City... But he appeared here so unabashedly, it was as if no one could see him.
Under the control of will. The so-called "invisible existence" illusion has appeared in almost all sights. Zhao Nan directly deprived himself of his existence in the eyes of everyone.
No matter how fierce the battle was, Achilles and the Siren Lord were still suppressing the sea warriors with all their strength. At this moment, they did not notice that there was a figure slowly moving on the battlefield. Land down.
Landed in the ruins of the palace.
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When his eyes opened, Locke found that his body was still so weak. However, what he saw in front of him was not a familiar room, but a ruins.
At the same time, the only person who appeared in front of him was Iverson.
This is the man who created himself.
But things are really strange. Therefore, Locke had no choice but to ask in confusion: "Old master, why are we here? What happened?"
"I brought you here." Iverson glanced at Locke, with a hint of indifference in his voice.
"Bring me here?" Locke looked at Iverson in confusion. At this moment, the battle with the entire palace as the battlefield also attracted most of its ideas, "But what is this for? Where are the sir and others? "
"Don't ask why, just think of the people you saw before you closed your eyes as the last things you saw in your life." Iverson walked up to Locke expressionlessly.
Just like before. Iverson boarded Zhao Nan's wooden boat for the first time, walking towards him at the stern of the boat. The memory circuit in my brain began to jump out of control.
What was said that day. It seems to have become extremely clear.
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"Are you...really the old master?"
The airflow brought by the wooden boat as it rose disrupted his clothes and long hair. Locke looked at the old man in front of him with a hesitant tone.
"I remember when I first created you, you were just a little magic tool man who didn't even know how to ask questions. But now you have grown to this place. Locke... you are the most important of the many 'sons' I have created. An outstanding one.”
Facing the affirmation and praise from his creator, Locke smiled at this time. It was a natural move that completely transcended his own analog circuit.
As Allen Iverson said, what is created is like a son. Then the created one will look upon his creator as a father.
"I have always wanted to see you, old master, again." Locke took a deep breath, and his voice was full of yearning.
A wry smile appeared on Iverson's face: "That person is much smarter than me. To be honest, you were created by me casually, but the achievements are the result of the countless efforts I put into it." The works are incomparable.”
He looked at Locke, looked at the reaction on its face, and laughed at himself: "Do you think that I created you casually and threw you to Ulysses without giving you too much expectations? Now that I see you having such an achievement, I appear in front of you. Are you actually a very shameless person? "
Locke closed his eyes at this moment, but shook his head gently. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!