Is the funeral strong
There is no doubt that the funeral sky is definitely very strong. However, if he can't control the funeral sky, even if the funeral sky is strong, it is useless. Because once used, it will be eroded into a machine that has no reason and only knows how to kill. A sword cultivator, a powerful sword cultivator, is enslaved by a sword, that is definitely a very sad thing!
To put it simply, if you can't really control the funeral sky, this funeral sky is equivalent to scrap metal, and it is a scourge that may backfire on him at any time!
Therefore, he must completely control this funeral!
Yang Ye's voice fell, and the killing heart in his body trembled slightly, but soon, it fell silent again, and there was no movement!
Yang Ye was stunned, this time he took the initiative to motivate the killing, why didn't this funeral come out
After pondering for a moment, he activated the Sword Intent of Slaughter, but there was still no movement in the funeral day!
"Fun Tian, what the hell are you doing? Didn't you always want to come out? Now I let you out, come out quickly!" Yang Ye said.
"Shameless humans!"
The angry voice of Burial Heaven suddenly sounded in Yang Ye's mind, "You shameless human being, when you meet someone who is invincible, let me go out and let me be a surrogate ghost, I will not be fooled by you."
Yang Ye: "..."
After a long time, Yang Ye came back to his senses. To be honest, his mind was a little messy at this time. He didn't expect that this funeral day would not come out, and the reason was still so strange. But think about it, as soon as this funeral came out, he was first abused by the small whirlpool, and when he finally came out the second time, he was abused again by the mysterious woman, and he was abused both times.
Now, the other party is estimated to have a shadow.
Yang Ye thought for a while, and then said: "Fu Tian, I won't cheat you this time, come out quickly, I'm alone, this time, we'll go head to head!"
"Single?"
Futian shouted angrily: "I listened to your fart, and you will let me go out if I am not in danger? If I am not wrong, you must have encountered some terrifying existence now, and then want to fool me out to be a scapegoat for you, I Tell you, I won't be fooled by you. I'll just stay in here now, it's safer than anywhere else!"
Yang Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Is there a powerful enemy in front of me, can't you feel it yourself?"
"Feel the hammer!"
Burying said angrily: "Your little whirlpool isolates all my spiritual consciousness. I can't see anything, and I can't feel anything. In short, I won't go out. You die with this heart!"
Yang Ye's face is full of black lines! After being silent for a while, he said solemnly: "Fu Tian, what about you? You were actually frightened by a woman, but you are still called Fu Tian, you are really insulting the name."
"Idiot, do you know what that woman is?"
The funeral day was almost roaring, "That woman's strength has far exceeded the limit that this world can bear, she shouldn't be here at all, she shouldn't be here at all! Don't say I'm not an emperor, even if I am afraid that I am not a match for her when I am promoted to the emperor rank. You despicable and shameless fellow, you let me deal with her now, you have made me miserable. "
Yang Ye's pupils shrank. He knew that women were strong, but he didn't know how strong women were. Now listening to Futian's words, he realized that he may have far underestimated the strength of women.
"Isn't it that the world will not allow people above the saints to exist?" Yang Ye said solemnly: "She has far surpassed the saints in strength, so why is she still here?"
"When your fist is big enough, God will give you face, do you understand?" Burial said.
"You mean, she has nothing to do if she stays here today?" Yang Ye said horribly.
"This is where she's scary!"
Burial Tian said solemnly: "Above the saints have been able to seriously threaten the way of heaven in this world, but they still dare not be enemies with the way of heaven. Because the guy in the way of heaven is irritated, let alone a saint above, even if It is useless to be a powerhouse above a hundred saints. Therefore, when the powerhouses here reach above the saints, they will be forced to leave. If you don’t leave, you will have to fight with you if you don’t leave the heavenly way. If you think you can do it alone, you don't have to leave. Do you understand now? That woman, she should be the kind of person who can single-handedly challenge the heavens, so she is stronger than those who were forced to leave. I don't know how strong!"
Speaking of this, Fu Tian paused and said, "I'm curious, why are you an enemy of her? Of course, I'm more curious, why are you still alive!"
Yang Ye thought for a while, and then said softly, "She is my woman!"
"Fuck you!"
The funeral roared, "You don't even look at yourself. You are as weak as an ant, so people will look at you?"
"Then tell me, why didn't she kill me?" Yang Ye said.
"How do I know!" Burial said.
"Haven't you heard a word from us humans? Husbands and wives quarrel, bedside quarrels, bedside quarrels. I was quarreling with her at the time, but I was a little too excited, so we fought, and then I couldn't fight, and asked you to come out to help, I didn't expect you to be completely abused." Yang Ye said: "But now, we are reconciled. So, be careful with me, be careful I let her pull you out and turn you into scrap metal!"
"You scare me!" Futian said angrily: "Do you believe that I exploded and destroyed your soul?"
The corner of Yang Ye's mouth twitched, this funeral day was buried deep in his heart at this time, and he was completely one with his heart. If he played self-destruction, he would definitely die and not die. After being silent for a while, Yang Ye said seriously: "Fu Tian, you are the sword and I am the sword repairer. If the two of us cooperate, it will be beneficial to both of us. And if we kill each other, everyone will finish the game, what do you think? "
The funeral is silent.
Yang Ye said again: "You are the sword, I am the sword repairer, we should have joined forces, not killed each other. Let me ask, you and I have known each other until now, and you and I are hostile. What did we get? We only got a lose-lose! Let's settle it today, if you don't want to cooperate with me, then you leave, I won't stop you. And if you want to control me, then you have to think about the consequences, whether it's my woman, Or a small whirlpool, they all have a way to treat you!"
After a long silence, Burying said solemnly: "Human, it's not that I want to control you, but that you are too weak to bear my killing intent and power."
"Isn't this under your own control?" Yang Ye said, "Don't erode me, okay?"
"You are wrong!" Burying said solemnly: "I am formed by killing and ill-will, killing and ill-will is me, if you want to control me, you must bear my slaughter and ill-will. And you , is too weak to withstand my killing and ill-will!"
"What do you mean, you didn't mean to control me? It's that I couldn't bear your killing intent and was passively controlled by you?" Yang Ye asked.
"You can say that!" Burying said: "In your human words, I'm like a fire, I don't mean to burn you, but you want to control me, put me in the palm of your hand, and you yourself It's not strong enough, it will naturally hurt."
"People say that the sword is not good or bad, it's all in the heart. But you are just the opposite!" Yang Ye said.
"I have become wise, although I want to improve myself through endless killing, but I know very well that at this time I don't have the ability to act arbitrarily, otherwise, I would not be willing to be suppressed in Gujianzhai for so many years. But, my nature makes me want to kill. I can't control my own nature, how can you control me?" Burial said.
"Then why did you tempt me to accept your power before?" Yang Ye frowned.
"Because I want to completely control you!" Burying said: "I am a sword. If I want to exert my true strength, I must use people as the medium. And you are a sword cultivator, and a sword cultivator with killing intent, if you can By completely controlling you, I can greatly improve my abilities through you! However, your willpower is somewhat beyond my imagination, and you can barely resist my erosion. Even so, it is still too far to control me!"
"You're not as aggressive as you used to be!" Yang Ye said, "If I guessed correctly, you should know that you can't really enslave me, right?"
"I don't know if that woman is your woman. Although she can't let you control me, she has the ability to destroy me, or seal me. Besides, the small vortex in your body has the ability to destroy me and seal me. As you said, we have to cooperate. However, whether you can resist the erosion of my killing intent is up to you." Buried said solemnly.
Yang Ye was silent for a moment, then said, "Come out, I want to try!"
"as you wish!"
The voice of the funeral fell, and a column of blood shot up from Yang Ye's body!
Yang Ye's whole body instantly turned blood red. At the same time, a blood sword appeared in his hand. As soon as the blood sword appeared, his hand was easily cut open, and then a trace of blood kept pouring into his palm. Funeral day!
"Why suck blood!"
After saying this, Yang Ye's eyes gradually turned blood red.
"Killing is my nature, and bloodthirsty is also my nature. Either suck the blood of the enemy or suck the host's. Remember, as soon as I appear, I must see blood! If I can't see the blood of others, I will see you!" Funeral said in a deep voice.
Yang Ye didn't respond. At this time, his eyes were blood red.
Yang Ye's body was trembling violently, and the killing intent and suffocation continued to pour out of his body, directly shaking the black-robed people around him thousands of feet away!
Even so, Yang Ye didn't start to go crazy like before!
About two hours later, Yang Ye still did not go crazy. The blood in his right eye began to fade, and within a while, his right eye regained clarity, but soon, the right eye gradually turned blood red again, but after a while, the right eye began to regain clarity, and so on and so forth. !
Soon, Yang Ye looked at the black shadow puppet of the saint in the distance.
"kill!"
"do not kill!"
"kill!"
"do not kill!"
"… "
"half awake, half mad..."
In the field, there was a low murmur of the funeral.