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Zhou An once again came to that desolate place, in the middle of the sword tomb, surrounded by broken sword blades. Lying on the ground, his body was penetrated by a huge black sword. It became difficult to breathe, and his body gradually became paralyzed. He died, but no blood flowed out.

I don't know how long it took, but the surrounding environment and his situation remained unchanged. He began to struggle, struggling to break away from the sword.

The sword was too heavy and could not be moved even with his strength. It reminded him of the Dinghai Needle in mythology.

Will I die here?

Zhou An probably also understood that this place was probably a small world formed by the decayed sword intent, which foreshadowed his death, a lonely death.

But death itself is lonely, any kind of death is.

Before a person dies, there will be some flashbacks that remind him of some of the things he has experienced during his life. The faces of the people he has met flash across his mind. Some are dead, some are still alive, and some have just met. There are also those who have arrived not long ago and have been thinking about them.

"Zhou An."

"Zhou An."

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his ears.

Zhou An opened his eyes suddenly and saw Yue Li standing in front of him, looking worried.

Seeing Zhou An's reaction, Yue Li grabbed his shoulders and asked eagerly: "You and I saw that you were motionless just now, as if you were dead."

Zhou An felt that his body was still paralyzed, and it seemed difficult to move his body while standing still. However, the sword intention became more and more abundant. What frightened him even more was that the decayed sword intention seemed to be gradually getting rid of his control, and seemed to have its own power. life!

How can this be!

The sword intention is the sword intention, so how can it have its own vitality!

Yue Li saw something was wrong with Zhou An, especially because his vitality was sometimes extremely weak, like a dying person, and said with a serious face:

"Tell me what's wrong with you, okay?"

This sound is the warm sunshine of early spring, which warms the heart.

Zhou An took a deep breath, with a calm smile on his face, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, "It's nothing serious, it's just a small problem with practice."

"A small problem?" Yue Li looked surprised, "I don't think you have a small problem."

Zhou An changed his tone and said, "Do you think it is possible for sword intent to give birth to its own consciousness?"

Yue Li was stunned and asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Zhou An explained again: "It means that it is possible for the sword to become like a human being, to have its own consciousness, to think, to have its own life, and to live like a human being."

Yue Li said subconsciously: "How is this possible?"

This kind of thing was unheard of and sounded ridiculous, but then she reacted and looked at Zhou An in disbelief. Since Zhou An asked this, there must be a reason: "You...your sword intention Birth of your own consciousness?"

Zhou An nodded and said calmly: "Yes, although this matter sounds ridiculous, my sword intention seems to have a life of its own."

"Just like a normal life, even if I don't control it, it will grow spontaneously and become stronger spontaneously."

"But I'm not sure whether it really has its own consciousness. Maybe its consciousness is also transformed into my subconscious mind."

Yue Li also calmed down, thought for a while and said, "I have never seen or heard of a situation like yours. It is very strange, but it is not too strange for it to happen to you."

Finally, she changed her tune and looked at Zhou An.

"Why." Zhou An opened his eyes wide.

Yue Li spread his hands and showed an obscure smile: "Because you are a strange person, and strange things happening to you are not considered strange."

"Strange people will always encounter strange things. This sentence should be regarded as the truth."

What Yue Li said seemed to make some sense.

Faced with this situation, Zhou

An had to further deduce his own swordsmanship in an attempt to further control the corrupted sword intent.

During this period of time, the two of them had been chatting on the competition stage, while the referee on the side looked at them quietly with a strange look on his face.

During the Immortal Competition, they, the referees, were not allowed to leave the competition area, so this dog food was forcefully fed to them.

The three of them stood arm-in-arm below, and Li Luo sighed and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this the legendary inseparable bond? I admire the two of them for being able to turn a blind eye to so many people."

Azure Wind also had a gossipy expression on his face: "Who is that person? Do you recognize him? He seems to be from Wangtian Sect."

Cheng Jin didn't say much, but he looked very interested.

at the same time.

Not far away, in another arena, the fight was quite fierce.

Both sides are four monks in the god-transformation stage. They are Hezhou controlled by the eldest prince, and Gongzhou controlled by the second king.

The monks on both sides must have received some kind of promise, and they fought very hard. More importantly, the difference in strength was not much, and they often had to use all their means to determine the winner.

This round of competition lasted longer than before, lasting two days.

Zhou An just sat in the ring for two days and two nights, and the Decaying Sword Intent calmed down a little.

It felt like a dog was chasing behind him, forcing him to run forward desperately. If he stopped for a moment, he would be bitten to death by the dog following him.

And the Decaying Sword Intent was also the dog chasing him.

In the early morning this morning, the results also appeared on the other side of the competition table. The Hezhou team finally won with a slight advantage.

The sixth round is also the final of the Immortal Competition. Even if Qingzhou loses, they will still be in the top four. If they win, they will directly win the first place. The team that wins the first place will have the opportunity to go to the palace. Deep down, receiving the baptism of the Dragon Vein Spiritual Spring can greatly enhance your cultivation.

This can be regarded as one of the reasons why these monks fight so hard. It is related to their own interests. Naturally, they will fight with all their strength, but it is not just for a promise from the princes.

Before the finals, there was a relatively long gap period, but Zhou An still sat cross-legged on the ring and never moved his position.

Yue Li said doubtfully: "Can you do it in your current condition?"

Zhou An smiled and showed confidence: "Of course."

Yue Li was standing next to him. He had been in this state for the past two days. The two of them chatted wordlessly. It was not particularly lively, but they always had something to say.

She knew that Zhou An's swordsmanship had reached an unimaginable level, and it was relatively easy to deal with these monks in the transformation stage.

"I asked someone to do a fortune telling for you before. Your destiny is very hidden and cannot be seen through at all." Yue Li was about to walk off the stage when he turned around and said suddenly.

Zhou An said: "I don't think that kind of thing is accurate, even if it is calculated, how can someone see the fate."

Yue Li hesitated for a moment and then said, "I received news that a demon has appeared in a nearby county. I have to deal with it now."

"Be careful." Zhou An nodded. Looking at Yue Li's back, he always felt that it was inappropriate. In his opinion, this person's will to survive was not that strong, and this kind of person was most likely to die.

Judging from his experience of surviving in the apocalypse, only those who want to live can easily survive. Having a will to die is no different from death.

However, the monsters appearing in this county should not be too powerful.

Not long after Yue Li left, a middle-aged monk in gray robes came to the ring. He didn't seem to be a participant.

"Zhou An, as long as you join our eldest prince after the Immortal Competition, our eldest prince promises that as long as he ascends the throne in the future, he will promise you the benefits of luck baptism."

A vague voice sounded in Zhou An's ears.

The visitor spoke quite concisely and did not mince words. Although it seemed a bit frivolous in doing so, he was sincere.

This eldest prince

It was amazing. I could guess at once what kind of exchange of interests there would be between Zhou An and Qi Fugui.

"Even if Qi Fugui has your support, the hope of ascending to the throne is slim. As long as you switch to the sect of our eldest prince, nothing Qi Fugui promised will remain unchanged."

Zhou An smiled and looked at him, but did not say anything. His meaning was very clear. He did not believe the eldest prince, and only a fool would believe the empty promises.

The gray-robed monk had an inexplicable smile on his face. He actually handed Zhou An a gray talisman in front of the public and explained:

"There is a contract left by our eldest prince here. It is only valid for you. This sincerity is always enough."