I, there is an inn that is weird

Chapter 115 Perfect Transformation
As the mountains collapsed, countless flints turned into meteor showers all over the sky and hit the black ocean.

The fire stones formed from the origin of these concepts seem to be cooperating with the black ink roar, containing countless anger that is in urgent need of venting.

Fire stones hit the black sea, and countless strange and grotesque scenes were destroyed. At the same time, many strange things nearby were smashed out of the sea.

However, before these strange things fell, they merged with the strange black sea again, and were hit by subsequent flints in the air.

Mountains collapsed, the earth shook, and the power of the concept's origin exploded with power, as if it was about to cover the black sea in front of him.

In the original space, Xuan Mo stood in the air, with no conceptual source around him to protect him, and the erosion of "instinct" had also caught up with him.

Countless black smoky poisonous snakes that were about a foot long had crawled all over his body, and their poisonous fangs containing sinister attacks were attacking him one after another. From a distance, they looked like a wriggling black snake ball.

However, the explosion of the concept's origin has not stopped. Countless flints hit the sea, using weirdness and weirdness as fuel, and white flames are covering the sea and burning continuously.

The white flames were engulfing the black ocean bit by bit, and the only abrupt thing was that a black spot appeared directly behind the white flames.

Both sides are carrying out family-changing tactics. If Xuan Mo can persist until the original concept completely overwrites the old rules, then the "instinct" born from the old rules will naturally disappear.

These black smoky poisonous snakes on his body are like sourceless water. Xuan Mo can be destroyed in an instant, and he can completely control the inn and become the real owner of the inn.

Similarly, if instinct completely sinks Xuan Mo into "instinct" before the old rules are overwritten, then the conceptual origin will become the power of instinct, and the white flame will instantly turn into a new weirdness.

Time passes bit by bit, the black ocean is almost invisible, the white firelight has covered the entire space, and now only some weirdness and weirdness persist in the depths of the ocean.

In the black snake ball, Xuan Mo's aura was like a candle in the wind, as if he couldn't hold on until the victory came.

"Crack."

Suddenly, a wisp of thin ice appeared on the surface of the black snake ball. The still squirming black poisonous snake seemed to stiffen. The weak squirming made the wisp of thin ice break. It seemed that the "instinct" had not given up yet.

The strange thing that appeared in front of him was the treasure ice soul that Xuan Mo had harvested before swallowing it.

The ice soul is extremely cold, and the freezing ability is not only on the physical level, but also has a slight effect on the soul consciousness.

As a body of consciousness, Xuan Mo had obvious effects after swallowing the ice soul, and his shaking self-consciousness immediately became dull.

Not only was he affected, but the black smoke snake wrapping his body was also affected, and his sinking speed immediately slowed down.

However, the white flame formed by the origin of the concept was not affected, and instead accelerated under Xuan Mo's command.

In this slow and rapid change, the situation immediately reversed.

"Roar."

Faced with such a change, "Instinct" immediately resisted desperately, but the avalanche has already begun. No matter how "Instinct" resists, the weirdness that represents black is gradually being purified.

The black snake balls wrapped in black ink are also withering away piece by piece as the old rules are covered.

It's as if the hard outer shell has been peeled off, revealing the wrapped pulp.

This scene is like Xuan Mo's new life.

"Roar."

A furious roar came from the space again, and "Instinct" seemed unwilling to accept the outcome in front of him.

Countless remaining old rules appeared from all over the original space, gathering together as quickly as a swallow returning to its nest.

After Xuan Mo discovered this situation, he immediately directed the flames formed by the origin of the concept to stop it. Now the situation has completely turned to him. As long as the remaining old rules are eliminated, the fruits of victory will belong to him.

Therefore, Xuan Mo will do his best to prevent any changes to avoid new accidents.

But because the "instinct" has completely given up resistance, it is fully gathering the remaining power of the old rules.

While breathing, a black ball appeared in front of Xuan Mo. The ball twisted and moved, and a head appeared not far away from Xuan Mo.

"This…"

Seeing the black head, Xuan Mo was a little surprised, because the face that appeared on the head was exactly the same as his own.

Seeing Xuan Mo's surprised look, Black Xuan Mo smiled strangely and turned into a black light and hit Xuan Mo.

Facing the obstruction of heavy flames, the black head that looked like Xuan Mo was not affected at all. Instead, it seemed that the two sides were not on the same latitude.

Faced with this situation, before Xuan Mo could think of a way to deal with it, the black head turned into a black beam of light and hit Xuan Mo between his eyebrows.

In an instant, Xuan Mo stood frozen in the air, and the original space completely turned into a sea of ​​white flames.

The flames rose and the flames swayed like waves, but Xuan Mo stood in the air without any movement.

In the original space, there seems to be no concept of time. I don’t know how long it has passed, but the scenery in front of me has not changed at all.

"Ugh."

A soft sigh sounded in the original space, and countless white flames suddenly surged up, as if to welcome the return of their master.

After the sigh appeared, Xuan Mo also opened his black and white eyes, and the origins of countless concepts turned into a tornado connecting heaven and earth.

Xuan Mo didn't make any move, he just watched the flame tornado flying towards him.

Like a hundred birds returning to the forest, a large number of concept sources are continuously integrated into Xuan Mo's body, the illusory consciousness is being reshaped, and Xuan Mo's true body is being forged.

As the white flame slowly disappeared, a building appeared in the empty space, which was an inn.

The inn is the origin, and the origin is the inn. There will be no origin space in the inn in the future.

Xuan Mo also completely transformed into an inn. From then on, Xuan Mo was the real owner of the inn.

Faced with this situation, Xuan Mo did not show any happy expression, no joy after victory, but simply touched the black spot between his eyebrows.

"'Instinct', it seems you didn't lose. I want to thank you this time."

Absolute reason can be said to be instinct in disguise.

Xuan Mo has been pursuing reason to control everything, but he has forgotten that instinct is also a part of any intelligent existence.

The old rules have been destroyed, and "Instinct" may know his fate. Facing the new owner of the inn, "Instinct" may still be unwilling to give up, perhaps to achieve Xuan Mo, or perhaps to let him understand the meaning of Instinct.

The power gathered by "Instinct" is not the power of the old inn rules, but the instinct revealed by Xuan Mo after traveling to Youjian Inn, and the power of instinct formed after being collected by "Instinct".

It is Xuan Mo's instinct to pursue survival, and it is Xuan Mo's instinct to refuse the disappearance of his self-awareness.

It is this power that comes from Xuan Mo himself, so he ignores the original power of the concept.

It was also this power that allowed Xuan Mo's consciousness to find a balance between reason and instinct, thus completely entering the fourth realm.

It is precisely for this reason that Xuan Mo said that "instinct" was not lost.

The old instinct and the new reason are perfectly integrated.

Xuan Mo has truly become a weird, owner of an inn. In terms of soul, he no longer belongs to the human race, and he has completed his own new life.

In the future, he will not be bound by instinct, nor will he be controlled by reason.

He is who he is, his true self.

(End of this chapter)