Chapter 90: Both fake and real, refining the god into a sword

There is no murderous intent or threat. Even in this cold and dark dead land of the dead without vitality, there is a kind of warmth, warmth, longing, expectation and a little sadness, just like a deep pool of water, condenses Zhu Xing's soul with a boiling fighting spirit, subdues and swallows...

No wonder since ancient times, those heroes and iron-blooded men have never been the swords that were cut down on the head, and never were they!

What buried them is the beauties of wine and relatives, friends and relatives, and the gentle home that can turn the refined steel into a gentle home that surrounds their fingers and softens their hearts!

The parents who have long returned to the Pure Land, the relatives who have gradually stopped walking with each other, the close friends who have traveled far away, and the first love girlfriend who has married into other women, are the deepest marks in Zhu Xing’s memory!

He never wanted to think about it!

I don’t want to think about these unexplainable memories!

Zhu Xing always fixes a smile on his face, making people think that he is a cheerful and optimistic person, playing basketball is always the most serious person, and when playing online games, he is always the one who is the most devoted. When he was on the war online game "The Magic Sword", he and his friends in the guild did not go offline for two days and two nights, in order to be the first to plant the world tree in the entire server and establish the main city guild. Although, in the end, he quietly left at the most glorious time of the guild, without taking anything away, and only left a statement of departure of more than a hundred words on the guild forum, and then he left without hesitation, and even the game client was completely deleted from the hard drive.

At some late nights, Zhu Xing would involuntarily remember that standing in front of the world tree, meticulously managing every shop in a magnificent city. The boring management is often done for most of the day, but he still enjoys it. It’s just that he likes to look at the thanks from the old brothers and new friends in the guild, and he likes to watch the players who are hiking around in various stores, find a good piece of equipment and shouting.

In some late nights, he would also remember that after he was fully equipped, he led a team of players in the guild to sweep away hostile guilds, planted poisonous rings that symbolize war, or set up huge flint cars, and then watched the huge fireballs flying all over the sky, blasting the city of the hostile guild into ruins with smoke.

In some late nights, Zhu Xing would also remember his parents who were far away from him. On New Year's Eve every year, the family finally sat on a table and had a reunion dinner. The indescribable mood, the relatives who once cared about him very much, the brothers who had accompanied him to drink and go crazy on his saddest days, and the first love girlfriend who had vowed him to the end but went their separate ways.

In some late nights, Zhu Xing would pick up a cigarette he never touched, take out one from it, light it with a lighter, and then put the lit cigarette on the ashtray. He sat at the computer desk, staring blankly at the cigarette slowly...

The memories of the past are so profound that Zhu Xing himself is unwilling to touch them. Only when he dreams of some midnight, will he immerse himself in those memories in the smell of cigarettes that his father likes to smoke the most, and his eyes stare at the curling blue smoke without any focus, and sit in a daze.

Zhu Xing heard the summons of the Great Lord Moglani, and he heard them clearly, but he didn't want to respond. He really didn't want to respond. He had not seen his parents for a long time, long time, and had not seen his relatives and elders, his friends, and his first love girlfriend who had already left his hometown.

He really didn't want to respond to Moglani's call, because he had an inexplicable premonition in his heart. Once he responded to Moglani's call, he could no longer think about anything and immerse himself in memories that he would never forget.

"Boy! If you don't wake up again, you will never have a chance to recall, because... you will die soon!"

The great lord Moglani summoned him tirelessly, but when he saw Zhu Xing sinking deeper and deeper, he knew that although his successor was more lucky than those sons of the gods, his soul could even be integrated into the completely pure battle intention mark of the strong, but his own soul was just an ordinary mortal after all. Even if he merged the battle experience and battle intention mark of the strong, he was still quite a distance from his soul and the battle experience and battle intention mark of the strong, and to become a complete whole.

Just like now, if a strong man like Moglani who has experienced many battles, he would be troubled by such profound memories even when he was attacked by the illusion like the Fire Rail. However, a strong man like them has a pure soul and a true and unique spiritual will. The memories of the past are like a stone slab in clear water. He will not be confused by his own memories like Zhu Xing, and he is willing to indulge in it, which is quite a bit happy.

"well……"

"No matter how beautiful the dream is, there will always be the day when the dream wakes up!"

"No matter how colorful the soap bubbles are, there will always be a moment of breaking!"

"No matter how profound and unforgettable the memories are, there are always... moments to wave to memories... say goodbye to them!"

Zhu Xing sighed and slowly opened his eyes. A crystal clear teardrop quietly rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

"No matter who you are, no matter how you did it, but... you play with my memories, and you still use these dirty and stinky walking corpses to dress up my sacred and noble relatives and friends, which is really... unforgivable!"

"The illusion is destroyed...the eye of true knowledge!"

"The Seal of Wisdom!"

When Zhu Xing opened his eyes and revealed the silver-white pupils, the rune marks of the two eyeballs flashed in the center of the strange silver-white pupils, and then a mysterious and profound aura erupted from the silver-white pupils!

At this moment, in his eyes, the long endless road of fire shining became the flesh and blood red carpet created by his own hands, paved with the flesh and blood of the dead creatures, and the faces that they were most familiar with also turned back into pale faces carved out of a mold...

In Zhu Xing's small universe, a light blue color that was completely different from the previous rune marks, and a lively and delicate sword-shaped rune mark covered with a circle of wisdom halos. From the platinum holy light area that had already had the prototype of the vast ocean, the breath of light, bright, and wisdom was centered on this light blue sword-shaped rune mark. In an instant, the entire ocean formed by the platinum holy light was filled with. At the same time, this light, clear and bright wisdom breath was also infused into his spiritual will and his soul...

Like a crystal clear pyramid-shaped spiritual will core, after this light and clear breath of wisdom was injected, it changed violently again. This spiritual will core suddenly shook, and countless light spots gathered around this spiritual will core like a tired bird returning to the nest, slowly evolving towards the shape of a sword. Finally... This platinum-shaped long sword inlaid with this pyramid-shaped spiritual will core stood quietly in the center of the small universe, emitting strands of indomitable will, scattered in the small universe, countless dark, gloomy and decadent distractions, killed in an instant, swept away the whole...

"this……"

"Is this kid really a human? Is he a human? Even if he has the extremely strong and extremely favor of the gods, it is not something that anyone can do to be able to seize every opportunity! Just an illusion attack, this kid actually realized the talent of our human beings - the indomitable spirit. He even used the power of the "Saint of Wisdom" to convert the talent of the race - the indomitable spirit, into a sword, and refine his spiritual will into a sword, which can kill all negative spiritual distractions!"
Chapter completed!