I'm Going Crazy Because I Can't Contract With The Heroic Spirit.

Emperor Yuan died completely in the process of remembering his father, while Chen Ming was suffering from severe pain.

The luck of the dynasty rushed out of Emperor Yuan's body and crashed into Chen Ming's body, changing his physique.

In his daze, Chen Ming thought of the Daqian Dynasty and the Sun God Dynasty.

The dragon vein of the Daqian Dynasty once appeared in the form of a real dragon, and Chen Ming also accepted it.

At that time, it felt like a warm current surged into the body, and then the body became as if it had infinite power.

The dragon vein luck of the Sun God Dynasty was refined in the sun disk, forming an endless sun flame.

Extremely hot, but with the possibility of sublimation.

The dynasty fortune of the Yuan Dynasty maintained its most original appearance.

The emperors of the Yuan Dynasty did not change its essence, so when it was accommodated, the body felt like it was bursting.

"No, it's possible that it's not that you don't want to change, but that you can't."

"How can the destiny of the world change due to human power? It is only when the destiny of later dynasties has declined a lot that it is possible to change."

The swelling and pain lasted for who knows how long, and Chen Ming finally regained consciousness.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the demon sword breaking away from the countless blood threads that provided it with energy, flying up excitedly, and stabbing straight towards him.

"I'm testing..."

Before Chen Ming could finish his sentence, the demonic sword had already penetrated his body, and endless blood energy swept through his body instantly.

Chen Ming's consciousness was also completely submerged.

This is not a person controlling a sword, this is a sword controlling a person.

At this moment, Chen Ming felt like he was on a stormy ocean, with only a small piece of wood standing on him.

Before he had time to think, a huge wave hit him and knocked him directly under the water.

The sea of ​​blood seemed to turn into an abyss, and Chen Ming's consciousness sank along with his body, slowly falling into the abyss of the sea of ​​blood, getting deeper and darker, until everything was submerged...

…

"Hoo, ho, ho...drink..."

Chen Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

He was panting violently, as if he had just been fished out of the deep sea.

After lying limply on the sofa for more than ten minutes, Chen Ming was still frightened.

pain! It hurts so much!

Just for a moment, he felt as if his flesh and blood were torn apart by resentment, and his consciousness was swallowed by a sea of ​​blood.

"Is this the blood and resentment that the Demon Sword has endured for thousands of years? Can anyone really master it?"

Chen Ming has begun to doubt that the things that the Yuan Emperors spent thousands of years creating can really be used to kill evil gods instead of destroying the world?

Sure enough, the words in the Book of Heroes confirmed his conjecture.

…

[After defeating Emperor Yuan, Emperor Yuan recognized you, and then made a blood sacrifice to himself, giving you a chance to control the magic sword. 】

[However, even if you accumulate it for a long time, you will eventually be unable to defeat the resentment accumulated by the thousand-year blood sword. 】

[You are unable to bear and understand its resentment, and the endless blood floods your consciousness. 】

[Devil Sword Master, your body has become its shell, and you will soon be able to let it vent its grievances to the world. 】

However, just when Chen Ming thought that the magic sword was a thousand-year pit and a waste of his feelings, the words in the Book of Heroes took a turn.

[But your consciousness has not completely surrendered, and still maintains a trace of clarity. 】

[The magic sword contains countless innocent souls accumulated on the battlefield over thousands of years. You have also been a human being for three lives. 】

[You once held back the heavenly generals and led thousands of troops to charge against the demon clan. 】

[You once held the magic scythe and stepped into the abyss of void monsters. 】

[You also established a path of peace to protect one side in troubled times, with the ambition to kill the evil gods and create a peaceful world. 】

[You will be a hero in life, but you will be a hero in death! 】

[Even if there are hundreds of millions of innocent souls, who can be my rival! ? 】

[You managed to maintain the last glimmer of clarity in the sea of ​​blood. 】

[A faint golden light slowly emerges from the wall of the Blood Dragon Veins pit, warming your body. 】

[You know very well that this may be your last moment. 】

【your choice....】

[A. Try to refine B. Give up completely C. Kill the gods desperately D. Intervene personally]

Looking at the words in the Book of Heroes, Chen Ming suddenly understood a lot of things.

Including the truth that he can still maintain his final consciousness.

The truth... is definitely more than just "being a human being for three generations".

But these don’t need to be thought about for now.

His eyes looked at the four big words "personal intervention".

His reason told him that this was his last and greatest opportunity for this simulation.

But when he thought of the feeling of drowning in the blood abyss not long ago, Chen Ming felt that it was difficult to breathe.

After taking a few deep breaths, Chen Ming went to the bathroom and splashed two handfuls of ice water on his face. Looking at his face covered with water in the mirror, he said fiercely: "Damn it! Just hurt me again!"

"Intervene personally!!"

[You choose to intervene personally! 】

"hiss!!"

As soon as consciousness came to his body, Chen Ming jerked violently, and all the flesh and blood in his body twitched unconsciously due to the severe pain.

He had felt the pain of the sun's flames driving away the Darkin's erosion, and the conflict between two opposing forces.

He was also blown up by a "solar nuclear bomb" under the abyss.

Not to mention the mere superficial injuries caused when fighting monsters on the battlefield.

However, these pains were nothing compared to what I felt at this time.

To describe it in the most intuitive way, Chen Ming now felt like there were thousands of steel needles buried deep in every inch of his flesh and blood.

Chen Ming collapsed on the ground, looking at the Yuan Emperor's bones crushed to pieces by blood and energy, and couldn't help but said in his heart: "You died simply and comfortably, now leave me to suffer alone."

While adapting to the severe pain, he tenaciously resisted the impact of the resentment of the demon sword in his mind.

It seems that personal intervention has doubled his attributes, maybe not just physical, but also doubled his mental strength.

I don't know how long it took, but Chen Ming found that his hands and feet were no longer weak and twitching. He slowly stood up with the magic sword in his hand.

The magic sword was originally manifested in Emperor Yuan's chamber, but it has actually been connected to the aura of the underground blood dragon vein.

Previously, it sensed that Emperor Yuan was about to die, so it dragged him and Chen Ming underground.

Now Chen Ming is at the bottom of this blood dragon vein that goes straight up and down.

There was no daylight above the head, and it seemed that the big hole created by the magic sword had been filled in.

Chen Ming was about to climb when his heart moved slightly.

A burst of blood lifted him up quickly.

"Li Huowang" has been practicing Taoism for many years and can easily do this method of flying in the clouds and mists.

But at this time, Chen Ming was definitely not using magic, but simply using the blood energy emitted by the magic sword to hold himself up.

Halfway through the air, he thought of something and returned to the pit.

Before his consciousness sank, there was a golden light on the wall to help him.

I looked back and saw that they were messages from successive Yuan emperors.

In other words, last words.

Each generation of Yuan emperors accepted their fate here and left a word.

Emperor Taizu of the Yuan Dynasty: "How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you."

The Third Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty: "Burn the city, plunder, and devour all living beings. With our bones and blood, we will give birth to a new world."

The Seventh Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty: "Who knows? Who cares?"

The Eleventh Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty: "Angrily denounced, angrily denounced the disappearance of the light."

The Thirteenth Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty: "So we walked in the dark heavens."

Until Emperor Yuan 21, who just died: "The emperor is invincible, only responsible."