Chapter 206 The Artistic Conception of Fire

In the formation space, red stars penetrated the sky, deep and solemn.

The earth is still riddled with holes and extremely desolate.

Yan Nu stood in the ancient battlefield where the shouts of killing were loud, with a captured horn helmet on his empty head.

Since he didn't have strong armor in this illusory world, his upper body was naked, with a blue dragon pattern on his left arm and a white tiger pattern on his right arm.

The chest muscles are broad and thick, as if carved, with red bird patterns all over.

Of course, it is as if these law patterns do not exist, they are just mere appearances.

"kill!"

The fierce and fearless Yellow Turban warrior roared and carried out the instructions in his heart.

A continuous line, running as fast as lightning, some with bare hands, some holding swords, or flying in the air, killing Yan Nu.

Yan Nu stood tall, with a hill made of countless corpses and bones beneath his feet.

The yellow scarf warriors climbed the mountain on the corpses of their companions. Yan Nu was a little tired, but he still smashed them into pieces with his iron fist like a comet.

This blow was like a landslide, sending fragments through the clouds and into the air, and also wiped out a group of people. The broken limbs and bones added color to the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses.

"How many have I killed?"

"This kind of fight is meaningless."

Yan Nu rarely felt tired. There were too many yellow scarf warriors.

Such spiritual puppets are very different from mechanisms and magic weapons. The body is not a machine, but also made of flesh and blood. It must be refined based on a living organism.

It could be a plant, such as the vine armor soldiers made by Shen Leling. It can also be a corpse, such as the corpse soldiers made by the old ghost.

There is no doubt that the Yellow Turban Warriors are much more advanced, using the flesh and bones of the strange people and animals in the cave, or the spiritual roots of immortal trees.

He has a tough body, strong strength, some spiritual wisdom, but is not afraid of death.

At the beginning, Yan Nu was full of fighting spirit and anger.

But as he killed more and more warriors, he began to think about why he was fighting.

These yellow scarf warriors don't know why they are fighting, but they are obviously wise.

If you talk to them, they will answer. If you ask them if they know they are immune, they will also answer yes...

But their bodies are very sharp, and their attacks are strong and decisive. Even if they don't break the defense at all, they still have to do their best to use their strength and skills.

When Yan Nu stood on the mountain of corpses and no longer took the initiative to attack, they did not delay or slack off and rushed forward to sacrifice their lives.

These yellow turban warriors simply execute orders without fear, flinching or reflection.

Yan Nu hated this kind of meaningless fighting.

What he wanted to fight were the monks, not the weapons he was forced to die with.

Even if they had to be killed before they could get out, this was due to the rules of the formation and was caused by those monks.

If you follow these rules and fight to get out, what's the difference between this and the gang of walking dead who kill him to carry out the monk's orders?

Yan Nu immediately stopped, no longer immersed in this fearless fight, and had no fighting spirit in his heart.

"Bang!" A Lichen warrior slammed him down the mountain of corpses.

But Yan Nu was not hurt at all, and instead smiled, he came back to his senses...

Why do you want to fight these people? His ability not only allows me to pay all rewards and punishments in the future, but also allows me to bear all pain.

Killing in order to get out is like the beasts fighting in the beast cage in the eyes of the monks. As for self-protection? These strong men couldn't even hurt him.

So why fight with these deadheads? He should break up this killing field and lead them out of the prison together.

Watching the Yellow Turban Warriors this time, not only did I not feel dangerous, but I felt cute. The yellow scarf warrior did whatever he was asked to do, he was so good, why did he want to kill him?

If it hadn't fallen into the hands of a monk and been implanted with a death order, then this was not a soldier, but a little expert at work.

"Hahahaha! You are not wrong."

"Come on, hurt me as much as you like!"

He was heavily surrounded by yellow scarf warriors, and was bombarded by terrifying power.

But he just laughed, as if these attacks took a breath of fresh air out of him.

His eyes were fixed on the distant Yuan Fu Zhenren, and he ran towards him with long strides, ignoring the thousands of swordsmen approaching him.

Although he was smiling, and his smile was very warm, Master Yuan Fu was frightened and felt evil.

After all, Yan Nu charged against a powerful warrior with a yellow turban, and at the same time, there were swords and claws on his body, and he dragged countless strong men with him.

With so many thousands of troops coming forward, plowing through the dense crowd, rushing straight towards them, how could Master Yuan Fu not be afraid? Frightened and backed away crazily.

"Don't come over here!"

He ran straight to the back of the million-strong army, which was extremely far away.

Yan Nu was separated from him by thousands of troops, but he seemed to be the only enemy in his eyes.

As for those yellow scarf warriors, no matter how they attack, Yan Slave doesn't care.

In this way, he ran for dozens of miles among the army, as if he was in a deserted land.

The idea is consistent and implemented throughout.

Suddenly, something happened inside.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, a magnificent artistic conception bloomed like sunlight melting snow.

Who else but me, the light shines brightly.

Yan Nu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to realize his artistic conception.

The four-yuan quenching body, the mind penetrates the heavenly spirit. This time he broke through on his own, rather than absorbing someone's power.

"Oh? This is my artistic conception."

"It's not a spear intention, not a sword intention, it's a ball of fire."

After being beaten, Yan Nu closed his eyes and immersed himself in his own world of imagination, savoring a ball of red flames. The light was as bright and bright as the sun, but very gentle.

Just like the things I absorbed from the gun mind at the beginning, it is extremely clear and full of details. It is a solid thought that will not fade away due to distracting thoughts or not thinking about it.

In the blink of an eye, all the gun and sword intentions that I had absorbed before were integrated into it.

It's like the sea accepts all rivers and all streams return to their origin.

You must know that he has fought with many warriors and has a variety of artistic conceptions, but they are rarely used. At this moment, they are all integrated, and the already powerful "fire intention" suddenly becomes stronger.

Not only that, he can also generate it in reverse.

Yan Nu moved slightly, and the fire of artistic conception reflected another spear, which was exactly the same as Chang Ziyun's original spear intention, completely returning to its origin and restoring it.

Swish, swish, sword intent and sword intent have also returned. Not only that, Yan Slave can also make it stronger than before.

Of course, this will cause his fire concept to decline, but it doesn't matter, Yan Nu will integrate a piece of the sword intention back into it.

In an instant, the artistic conception of fire was like filling up with firewood, and it suddenly returned to its most complete power.

You must know that there are still many spear and sword intentions that exist, that is, they have grown stronger out of thin air without actually consuming anything.

He separated his spear intention and sword intention, and then replaced his sword intention. The flames kept fading and filling, just like breathing.

Repeatedly, Yan Nu's artistic conception keeps growing!

The unconsciousness spread out and enveloped the whole place, impacting all the yellow scarf warriors around them, and suddenly they fell to the ground one by one as if they had lost their minds.

"Eh?" Yan Nu was shocked. He didn't mean it. He didn't expect the Yellow Turban Warrior to be so fragile.

But a second look revealed that the rays of spirituality of these yellow scarf warriors were not destroyed, but were all swept away by his fire.

In the visualization space, the artistic conceptions of the yellow turban warriors, like the spear and sword intentions, surround the sun-like artistic conception of fire.

"Ah? So it turns out that the consciousness of the Yellow Turban Warriors is something similar to the artistic conception of martial arts?"

Yan Nu was surprised, thinking about it, it seemed so.

The Yellow Turban Warrior is not a living being. Although his wisdom is good and he can think, he has no soul, only a ray of spirituality.

Now it seems that this kind of spirituality is actually equivalent to the martial arts artistic conception in the immortal cultivation system, basically the same kind of thing.

The artistic conception of a warrior is to refine the strongest beliefs and thoughts in the heart into substance. The immortal cultivators use some means to artificially refine this kind of thing and inject it into the puppet, thus creating the spirit puppet.

"Can I return it then?"

Yan Nu tried it, and it really worked... A burst of spiritual energy was injected into the puppet with a thought, and the yellow scarf warrior stood up on the spot.

Not only that, you won’t attack him anymore! Upon questioning, the original instructions were actually erased, and even the steel seal of recognition entered by the monks was gone.

This is not symbiosis!

Yan Nu was very happy to know that the original owner could also control the things that he symbiotic with, but in front of him, he did not have as much control as him.

But the current situation is different. The spirituality of these yellow scarf warriors has nothing to do with their creator, and the ideological imprint has been washed away.

Those shackles seemed to have been burned away by his artistic conception of fire!

"Why does it happen to be this ability? What a coincidence."

Yan Nu did not want to fight the Yellow Turban Warriors, thinking that the person who controlled them was at fault, so he thought that it would be good to get these Yellow Turban Warriors out of the control of the monks.

Unexpectedly, the artistic conception of fire suddenly emerged, and it was really this ability...

"Can I take the initiative to adapt?"

"Hmm... No, it seems that the artistic conception is originally formed by people's hearts."

Yan Nu thought for a while, and it should be that the uniqueness of artistic conception itself is caused by the heart.

But thinking about it again, no one has ever had such a thing as the artistic conception of fire. They are all martial arts-related artistic conceptions such as weapons or fighting spirit.

The so-called "come by one's will" only gives people a corresponding feeling impact, and the specific ability and effect are very limited.

And the ability that Yan Nu realized could directly take away and refine the spirituality in the dust-free period, which was completely beyond the scope of martial arts.

"Isn't this a feature?"

Yan Nu was slightly startled. If it is a characteristic, then is it an adaptation besides symbiosis and resistance? Is it an evolution of himself?

Why didn't you do it before? So what happened to Miaohan outside and transformed? Or is it that this function existed after the last transformation, but he never discovered it... and the conditions were not triggered until now?

What's the condition? Could it be said that it has to cooperate with the already existing system?

For example, the artistic conception of martial arts is originally based on the mind, but he can break the boundaries and use it to develop his own characteristics.

Is this... a mutation?

Yan Nu strode forward, not wanting to think about it any more. It would be better to leave this matter to Miao Han for analysis.

He locked his eyes on Master Yuan Fu in the distance and smiled.

Although the million-strong army before could not hurt him, it could hinder him.

Now, he is truly in a state of no one.

"Buzz!"

His powerful artistic conception blooms sharply, shocking people's hearts, like seeing the sun rising in the sky, shining brightly and fiercely.

Not only does it exist in the fantasy space, because the martial arts artistic conception is the only real power mobilization within the formation, so the Yan slaves in reality also have the same artistic conception.

The reality permeated the whole scene, which was moving.

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p.s: Sorry.