William stared dumbfounded at the little girl who exuded a dangerous and poisonous aura. This child's behavior really frightened William, and he didn't even notice the changes in Qiushui Broken Dreams.

The bitterness of life and the misery and cruelty of death are really the best portrayal of Aibrandor at this time. As a great being who commands all planes, his death has neither epic achievements to praise nor gorgeous monuments.

As burial objects, there was only a small village as big as a booger and a pile of sand lizard corpses that could not be injured.

Thousands of pounds of flesh and blood turned into decaying dust in the blink of an eye, and were blown by the wind and flew into the night. But a strange substance emitting a faint light was left behind in place, which was Ai Brando

The original body of the Lord of Darkness is the incarnation of the divine essence.

Even the incarnation of Abbrando's divine essence cannot break away from the shackles of the [Planar Shadow Bundle]. What makes the God of Cave even more desperate is that the damn sword that was originally nailed to the robe's head is still there.

It was sucking away at him, sucking away Ai Brando's precious divine energy, slowly, but irresistibly. His most precious divine source was used by Miluna to sharpen the edge of Qiu Shui's sword, and the sleeves were boundless.

The spiritual consciousness is being erased bit by bit and refining the soul of Broken Dreams.

The so-called "killing people with no more than a nod" is actually what Miluna did, which was beyond the agreed scope of the war between gods. It was completely destroying the mark of a god.

It means that they will disappear forever. Even if it takes tens of millions of years, as long as certain conditions are met, such as a sufficient number of believers, specific sacrificial rituals, the awakening of the origin of the gods, etc., the fallen gods may be able to reappear.

Step out of the river of death and step into the kingdom of the living again.

But there is no possibility of resurrection like Ai Brando's death, because what Miluna consumed was his most important spiritual foundation. Even if Io took action in person in the end, what was resurrected was only a body with a similar appearance.

It's just a clone of Shen Fei.

Soon, the divine essence that originally belonged to Aiblando was consumed, leaving only a shining sword and a few bright spots of light. The sword was as white as condensed water, crystal clear like night-glow crystal,

Floating in the night sky out of thin air, the whole body is condensing and swelling, constantly exuding inexplicable sacred brilliance. What is amazing is that the flickering of the sacred brilliance seems to coincide with the waxing and waning of the heaven and the earth, giving people the feeling of breathing with the heaven and the earth.

Pulsating illusion.

A true swordsman or swordsman may not care about life and death, or his wife and children, but he must cherish the sword in his hand. In his previous life, William even heard that some Taoist swordsmen not only used their mind, energy, and blood to maintain their swords, but also

Collect precious elixirs to cultivate the vitality of the sword in order to reach the realm of psychics. It is said that if you succeed, you can kill people from a hundred steps away, which is almost comparable to the legendary sword immortal.

Speaking of this, there is a contradiction. The sword is a murder weapon. The more people you kill, the more ferocious it is. The more ferocious it is, the greater its power. But for a sword who wants to achieve success in martial arts (

For a swordsman, a weapon with a spiritual nature should not be ferocious. The holder must cultivate the spiritual nature of the weapon with his mind every day and purify the sword intent. Especially after killing, it takes a lot of effort.

To purify the blood stained on the sword. Otherwise, the sword will inevitably bite the owner one day, causing him to fall into the devil's path and even die.

In this regard, William did not do very well, because after all, he lacked systematic inheritance. Most of his knowledge on the cultivation of sword spirituality was pieced together here and there, and some were even gathered from hearsay or self-exploration.

Fortunately, ever since the Qiu Shui Knife was chained, William has been with it day and night, refining it with his mind and nourishing it with his Qi and blood. Especially the teeth of the Spectral Mastiff added in the process of making the knife have excellent effects on the soul and mind.

In a very "magical" way, the purification and filtration ability means that it is not affected by cause and effect. So in just over a year, with the help of several small and medium-sized adventures, William actually established a trace of telepathy with Qiu Shui Dao.

At this time, William didn't know if it was his own illusion. In his excellent perception, he felt that the Qiushui Dream-Shattering Knife had gradually transformed from a piece of cold iron into a living thing, forming a connection with his mind.

There is an inexplicable connection, and the watery soul is pure, flawless, and transparent, just like a sleeping baby.

William tried to call out with his thoughts, the autumn water knife was like a child who was awakened "Zhengyi"

With a sound, the sword made a clear sound, and the light around him suddenly became bright, almost dazzling William's black gold beetle eyes.

The brilliance around the Qiu Shui Dream Broken Knife formed an elegant light belt in a very fantasy manner. It floated slowly like a luminous jellyfish a few feet above the ground, and slowly floated in front of William. William was quite surprised and uncertain.

Looking at the Qiu Shui Dream Broken Knife in front of him, he pondered for a while before trying to reach out and hold the handle of the knife. Suddenly, a surge of energy poured into his body. William's previously consumed physical strength was completely restored in an instant, and he was full of energy.

It's as if you just had a warm-up boxing session after waking up naturally in the morning, and your whole body is full of energy and blood.

However, this change did not attract William's attention, because he was shocked by another change. What is the integration of man and knife? In general, it is said that a man is a knife, and a knife is a man. A more vivid way of saying it is, when a man becomes one,

When the knife becomes one, the relationship between the knife and the human body is like the limbs and the torso. The feeling when you rub the knife with one hand is almost the same as the feeling when you rub your own fingers. The knife is cold, but the human body is warm.

Yeah, when the two touch each other, you can't tell whether it's the coldness of the knife or the coldness of human skin.

When William connected with Qiu Shui Knife, he found that his perception ability was almost expanded several times. Everything within several kilometers was reflected in his mind, which was clearer than seeing it with his eyes, especially the things around his body.

Within a few dozen feet, he could even feel the blood moistening the soil, and the flowers taking root and trembling in the blood. William looked at himself, his heartbeat was like a war drum, the sound was loud, and his blood flowed like a river, majestic and majestic.

William could also hear the heartbeats of Fenia and others. Fenia's heartbeat was the strongest, almost as powerful as William's. The heartbeat of Yasuna, who was seriously injured, was much weaker, and she seemed to be getting more and more strenuous.

It has no stamina, but its power is still extremely terrifying. If it were in its prime, it would be much more powerful than William's heart. It is worthy of being called the most powerful frost giant among the giants. In comparison, Xiao Misha'er's

The heartbeat tension is the weakest. If William's heart is compared to the powerful diesel engine of a main battle tank, Xiao Mishal's heart is at most a small four-stroke gasoline engine.

At this time, William ignored one thing. He couldn't distinguish little Miluna's heartbeat, as if there was something blocking it, like a hazy cloud.

William caressed the autumn water knife carefully, as if caressing his own skin, exploring every inch of its changes. The autumn wind did not move before the cicada felt it. William flicked the blade of the knife lightly with his fingers. The autumn water was already felt before his fingers touched it, or maybe
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