Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1422: Between life and death
Experiencing the reincarnation of the Nineth Century, merging different memories of Ninefolds to recognize oneself.
This is the IX reincarnation.
And at the moment under the cloud, Jian Wushuang, eyes scarlet, with unprecedented madness.
In his mind, the nine different memories are madly depriving him of his consciousness.
"I am a farmer, and I am rich in armor, I can get everything that the world has, and give my body to me, and I can let you enjoy the prosperity and wealth of the world!"
From the first life, the memory of Mu Chen, the world ’s largest wealthy merchant, was created in the nobility hall, echoing in Jian Wushuang's brain.
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"Yan is an emperor of all ages, and all the kings of the world belong to his hands. Who would dare not follow the world?"
"This body is stingy!"
The second life, from the memory of the ancient emperor Jin Mo, is watching mad growling.
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"Qiuer, my Qiuer, where is she!"
"I'm going to find her, no one can stop me!"
The memory of the seventh generation is completely swallowed up with an unprecedented obsession with Jian Wushuang's consciousness.
The eighth and ninth ...
The memory of IX, which is equivalent to nine different ‘Sword Warriors’.
These nine "Swordless Pairs" have all spent their lives in their respective imaginary worlds, possessing their own conscious thinking, as well as what they seek and desire.
Like the first life, wealth is what we seek.
In the second life, the pursuit of absolute kingship.
The third life is the ultimate of martial arts.
At the moment, these nine "Swords of Wushuang" exist together in one body. Coupled with Jian Wushuang's own consciousness, it is full of consciousness!
The so-called one mountain does not tolerate two tigers. There are ten consciousnesses in Jian Wushuang's deities. Naturally, the nine illusory consciousnesses will furiously fight back and furiously compete for Jian Wushuang's own consciousness to control the body.
"Hum!"
The sword has no terrible double-sided distortion, and the whole body is shaking violently. However, although his appearance is extremely trembling, his consciousness remains absolutely sober.
"Shut up!"
"You guys, but I am in the unreal!"
"In reality, you don't exist at all and shouldn't exist."
"No matter how many things I experience and how many emotions I experience, the illusion is the illusion!"
Jian Wushuang clenched his teeth tightly, and he also drank a burst of drink.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh because you do n’t give your body to me, I will end up with you!"
Jin Mo, the eternal emperor of the second generation, roared, and the next moment this illusory consciousness was directly integrated into Jian Wushuang's own consciousness.
"I fight with you!"
Other eight consciousnesses have also stepped into Jin Mo's footsteps.
For a while, Jiudao's illusory consciousness and Jian Wushuang's own consciousness were completely integrated.
Before, it was just that these nine unreal consciousness coexisted with his own consciousness in one body, but now these nine unreal consciousness are fully integrated into his own consciousness.
Jian Wushuang's consciousness is almost collapsed.
He growled desperately.
"Who am I!"
"Who the **** am I?"
"Is Muchen? Is it Jin Mo? Or Lu Xuan?"
The hysterical roar of Jian Wushuang can be heard throughout the sky.
Yuan Dian, who is at the edge of the sky, saw this scene with Lei Chao, both looking different.
"What's going on, I feel that his mind has reached the brink of collapse, and even the Qiqiao exquisite mirror and Huxindan can't play a role, can't protect his mind, what is he going through? "The main hall of Yuan Dian was extremely anxious.
"His mind has indeed reached a critical point. If he continues, his mind will be completely defeated. At that time, he will be reduced to a madman, and it is better to die." Lei Chao also frowned.
Both of him can feel the state of Jian Wushuang at this moment.
Dangerous, it is absolutely dangerous. With only a trace of it, the sword is invincible.
That's just a trace.
"It's just a trace, this trace must be stabilized, otherwise it will be all done." Yuan Dianzhu clenched his hands.
These two men stare at Jian Wushuang closely, always sensing the change of Jian Wushuang.
The sword Wushuang at this moment has already stood on the edge of the cliff, and half of his feet have stepped out.
At this time, even a random breeze can send him into the bottomless abyss.
Fortunately, the remaining half of his steps have never been taken.
Under the storm clouds, although Jian Wushuang became furious and mad, his mouth still roared and roared like a madman, but deep in his eyes and in his heart, he still remained A hint of emptiness.
Jiang Wushuang really deserves to be glad that he was able to hone his mind to the first level before going to Xuanfeng Pavilion.
Because he has reached the first level, knowing the nature and pointing directly to his heart, he can barely maintain this emptiness.
Otherwise, he is completely enchanted.
"Looks like the last trace of mind has been kept!" Yuan Dianzhu exhaled lightly.
"Nevertheless, the situation is still not optimistic. Who knows what he is going through now, and how long can he last with this last glance of mind?" Lei Chao Shen said.
"This is the case, but it's better than being straight out of your mind. Now that you have stabilized your last heart, there is still room for struggle. Next, it depends on how tough this little guy is." Yuan Dianzhu said.
Toughness!
Yes, what Jian Wushuang needs now is toughness.
He has stabilized the last trace of his mind, as long as he keeps on stabilizing until he removes the illusion and fully recognizes himself, he can survive this disaster.
But in this process, every breath is a torture for Jian Wushuang, but it will not take a short time for him to completely remove his illusion and recognize himself.
Naturally, his toughness is especially important.
Under the storm, Jian Wushuang still looks like a madman, but the growl in his mouth has gradually calmed down.
In his knowledge of the sea, his consciousness was plunged into unprecedented chaos. Numerous illusory memories overlapped with his own memories, and they were extremely complicated, making Jian Wushuang unclear who he was at first However, the last trace of his mind he held, let him gradually understand his identity.
"I am a disciple of the Star Palace!"
"I'm a frosty husband!"
"I'm Xuan Yi's disciple!"
"I am from Qinghuo, Nanyang mainland Jianhoufu!"
"My name is Jian Wushuang!"
The stern roar resounded in Jian Wushuang's body. Among his consciousness that had fallen into chaos, his own consciousness gradually took over the dominant position. Following this, he was extremely difficult and began to remove it step by step. Those illusory consciousnesses come.
Every step in this process is endlessly dangerous.
With a little carelessness, his heart, which he finally managed to hold, will collapse completely.
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