After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 688

He was useless enough, but he was not afraid of fighting, nor was he afraid of death.

There are monks lying down all around, the blood-stained ground, and the reflected world is blood-red.

Shen Qing looked at the sky, the battle there was still going on, but now it was Yan Rong who was beating the other monks all around by himself.

The world is desolate and barren, and it seems that this journey of breaking the mirror has come to an end.

It is no longer a contest between Pankong's inner realm, nor a contest between Pankong's realm and Meteor Flame Realm.

The cruelty and bloodiness of the war came face to face.

In this war that seems to be a natural disaster, but it seems to be a man-made disaster, those who fell and were buried are no longer the so-called "strong or weak."

Shen Qingyi had almost nowhere to go, and the bloody smell coming from his nostrils had already overwhelmed the original smell of the bloody monster.

"Boom!"

There was another deafening explosion, and a dazzling light exploded from the sky.

It was a self-detonation, and the broken breath of Yuan Ling slapped Shen Qingyi's face.

That desperate anger, extreme sadness, almost suppressed people can't breathe.

Another high-level monk blew himself up...

"Owner……"

Zhu Sheng's voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, as if he felt Shen Qingyi's mood at the moment, Zhu Sheng, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help sighing.

"Master, this is war. The monk tried to say that cultivating immortals wants to become stronger, stronger? For self-protection?"

"Indeed, in a war, powerful monks have a higher chance of surviving, but it's only a little bit."

"look."

The Zhu Sheng in his hand emitted a blue light slightly, and the tip of the pen pointed to a place full of mess.

"There... the monks who fell down not only practiced Qi, but also had Nascent Soul, and even came out of their bodies, or even worse, combined..."

The Zhu Sheng at this moment is not like the former Zhu Sheng. At this moment, another shadow seems to appear on his body.

Through the contract with Shen Qingyi, Zhu Sheng saw the picture of Pan Kong's broken mirror at this moment.

Is the Pankong Broken Mirror at this moment similar to the past?

"So, the strong man that the world is chasing... you say, is it for self-protection and survival, or for competition? For war, to fall more monks..."

"Shen Qingyi..."

Different from Zhu Sheng's somewhat waxy voice before, this time's voice is mature.

Sensing Shen Qingyi's mood swings, Zhu Sheng spoke.

"You don't have to worry, I am Zhu Sheng... the former weapon spirit. I was just affected by the breath here, and awakened the last residual consciousness I set in Zhu Sheng's body."

"When I wake up this time, it will... be completely dissipated."

It's ridiculous to say that he used to disdain it.

fight, war?These are just normal things that monks have to face.

For weapons, even more so for weapon spirits.

Fighting with the owner is perhaps the most basic point of being a qualified weapon and an excellent weapon.

But later, Zhu Sheng realized that it was just the most basic "edge" of a weapon.

It's a pity that these are things that he didn't realize until the fall and dissipated.

It wasn't until the birth of the Zhu Sheng Qi Spirit that the ignorant Zhu Sheng almost had only instincts. At that time, Qi Qi Ling, who was not yet enlightened, met Shen Qingyi.

"Shen Qingyi, I suddenly understand why Zhu Sheng chose you."

The newly born Zhu Sheng is not the former him, Zhu Sheng chose Shen Qingyi based on instinct, and it was Shen Qingyi who gave Zhu Christmas a new weapon spirit, a different weapon spirit than before.

"There is something different in you, which is the purest belief. It is something we never had. Do you know why?"

"Because a person's growth and a person's pursuit are different, and their differences don't just depend on him personally. You will find that whether it is a human cultivator or a demon cultivator, the cultivation of his thoughts, They cannot be separated from one environment.”

"So even in the world of cultivating immortals in its heyday, I have never heard of the existence of such a belief, so I am also curious, what kind of world... what kind of people... what kind of environment... is there for you. "

What kind of world?
"I'm even more curious, why you still can't see through your past even though Zhu Sheng is the weapon of your contract, and I am the same..."

This kind of thing made Zhu Sheng suspect that Shen Qingyi either had a sacred weapon that surpassed Zhu Sheng, or he was a powerful reincarnation, or his body or spirit had been restricted by others.

In the first case, Zhu Sheng ruled it out first. If there is a strange treasure, even if the rank is much higher than that of Zhu Sheng, as a holy weapon, if the weapon spirit is activated, there will still be a little bit of induction.

As for the second and third...

"Can you tell me, what kind of world is your world?"

her world.

"Green mountains and green waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers, everyone has something to do, and the world is full of vitality... It should be a peaceful and prosperous age."

Zhu Sheng was taken aback, prosperous age?

Something suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Shen Qingyi..."

Looking at the brilliance in Shen Qing's eyes, Mu's Zhu Sheng seemed to see that world from those clear eyes.

That was the place that Shen Qingyi had always stuck to in his heart.

The screen passed quickly bit by bit, and Zhu Sheng seemed to have watched the whole life of Shen Qingyi growing up.

Until the light hit his face, Shen Qingyi opened his eyes and became Shen Qingyi in the world of cultivating immortals.

After a long time, Zhu Sheng suddenly smiled.

"So it is! So it is!"

The aura exploded in front of his eyes, and the blue light on Zhu Sheng's body slowly converged, forming a vague shadow.

That shadow looked at Shen Qingyi, for some reason she saw a trace of kindness in his eyes.

It was as if he was looking at his own child.

"Do you know why you came here?"

This is a question that Shen Qingyi has always been puzzled about. Maybe she used to think that she, like other heroes and heroines in other novels, accidentally time-traveled, or time-traveled into a novel about cultivating immortals.

But now, she doesn't think so.

This world is real, not just a world where men and women major in cultivating immortals and fighting monsters, every life is alive.

And those familiar old people also made her feel that perhaps her arrival was not just an accident.

"Perhaps you already have doubts, and just as you expected, your arrival is not an accident. Your world, it may exist...or it may not exist."

Shen Qing's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever heard of a mirage?"

Shen Qing nodded little by little.

"Actually, in our place, there is another term for mirage. The illusion may not only be an illusion, but it may also be true, and the real may not be true, and it may also be false. It's just where we stand. It’s different from the perspective, focus on yourself and look at other things.”

(End of this chapter)