"Looking at these gray mists, all of them are no longer depressing and dull. The next corpses that were either killed by me or died because of me should be the ones you want to deliberately arouse my unbearableness and guilt.

This will highlight me as true good, and then good and evil can be combined into one as expected, so you initially planned to pretend to be my evil thoughts, right?"

The black-clothed "Qin Fan" subconsciously clenched his fists, looked at Qin Fan who was still walking towards the mountain of corpses, took a few deep breaths, and let go of his palm and said:

"Then why I did this? If it becomes your evil thought, it will be disgusted by you!"

"No." Qin Fan's voice was very light, but it clearly sounded in the ears of "Qin Fan" in black. "Because you still know me very well in some aspects, I will not refuse my own power.

Whether it is evil or demon, as long as it belongs to me, I will accept it happily.

If the true meaning of martial arts that I have grasped this time can indeed stimulate my hidden power, I must be very happy.

But unfortunately, this plan failed at the beginning, so you made some changes and the goal became to make me believe that you are the demon in my heart.”

The black-clothed "Qin Fan" was silent for a long time. He stared at Qin Fan's back towards the top of the mountain. His expression could no longer remain absolutely cold. The haze in his eyes made him look a little anxious.

"People like you have absolutely demons in their hearts, so why don't you believe it?"

At this time, Qin Fan had reached the top. He sat calmly on the throne of the Bone, holding his chin with his right hand, and looked down at the black-clothed "Qin Fan" at the foot of the mountain. The smile on his face was still gentle, and there was also some encouragement in his tone.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You can continue to try to convince me and make me believe you."

The black-clothed "Qin Fan" could clearly see the jokes in the other party's eyes, but he still felt a little unwilling.

"I am not the demon in your heart, so what am I?"

Qin Fan put away his smile and looked at "Qin Fan" in black like a clown who was overestimating his abilities.

"When I attacked you just now, the move you used should be "The Great Void Stream of Heaven and Earth", so do I need to point it out? After all, I don't know how to do this light skills, so this farce should almost end."

"Farce? Do you think this is the only way?" The black-clothed 'Qin Fan' put down the last luck in his heart. He was obviously the same face, but at this moment, his blushing face and distorted expression appeared a little ugly because of the blue veins on his forehead.

"This is your sin, now it's time for you to pay it back!"

As the black-clothed "Qin Fan" finished speaking, layers of flesh and blood appeared on the bones around them. With just a few breaths, they were no different from the living people.

The corpse mountain also began to shake, and corpses slowly climbed up, which made Qin Fan's throne tremble, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Until a voice sounded: "I didn't do anything just now."

I saw purple flames appearing on the way Qin Fan walked forward. As the flames grew and spread, a sea of ​​burning and boiling purple flames had formed.

A scream of pain came from the mouths of the resurrected corpses, especially the corpse mountain under Qin Fan's feet, which had long been completely covered by the charming purple color.

However, as figures rushed out of the flames, the height of the corpse mountain still dropped a lot, but Qin Fan, who was sitting on the throne of the bone, could still look down at the black-clothed "Qin Fan".

“These dead people exist in my memory, but they appear here because of you.

Then as the real master of this memory, I should be able to do this too."

The black-clothed "Qin Fan" sneered, and just as he was about to say something, a poem interrupted the words he was about to blurt out.

[The flowing light is like a firefly, the flying traces are flying, the lonely geese are alone in the sky at night! The sky sways the universe, the earth covers the sky, and the sword buried the bones of thousands of bones without end!]

A figure appeared behind Qin Fan, and the rich fog around him was blown away by a cold wind from somewhere at this moment.

After a few breaths, the surging wind had condensed a series of roaring purple tornados with the Purple Sun Demon Sea under Qin Fan's feet.

And those wailings disappeared, and once again they became a quiet cornerstone under the throne of the bones.

"Just you said it won't be the only one."

Another poem also completely shattered the confidence of the black-clothed "Qin Fan" at this moment.
Chapter completed!