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.

Because in this illusory world, he did not have fierce armor, so he was naked from the waist up, 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 they were carved into pieces, with red bird patterns all over them.

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

"kill!"

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

One after another, running as fast as lightning, some with bare hands, some holding swords, or flying in the air, killing the Yan slaves.

Yan Nu stands 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 battle 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 can be plants, such as the vine armor soldiers made by Shen Leling. It can also be corpses, such as the corpse soldiers made by Lao Gui.

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 fought.

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 will try their best to use their strength and skills.

When the Yan slaves 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 was 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 just to carry out the monk's orders?

Yan Nu immediately stopped and was no longer immersed in this fearless fight. He no longer had the will to fight 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 I want to fight these people? His ability can not only make all rewards and punishments come out of me in the future, but also make all pain and suffering come from me.

Killing in order to get out is like a beast fighting in a beast cage in the eyes of a monk. As for self-protection? These warriors can't even hurt him.

So why fight with these die-hards? He should break up the 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 Turban Warriors did whatever they were asked to do. They were so good, why did they kill them?

If he hadn't fallen into the hands of a monk and been implanted with a death order, then he wouldn't be a soldier, but an 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 with terrifying power.

But he just laughed, as if these attacks made him feel refreshed.

His eyes were fixed on the distant Yuan Fu Zhenren, and he ran towards him with long strides, ignoring the thousands of swords and weapons 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, he had swords and claws on his body, dragging countless strong men with him.

With so many thousands of troops rushing forward, plowing through the dense crowd, how could Master Yuan Fu not be afraid? He was so frightened that he 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 rushed for dozens of miles in the midst of the army, as if he was in an uninhabited country.

The idea is consistent and implemented throughout.

Suddenly, a change occurred inside me.

"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-element quenching body, the mind-penetrating 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 the intention of a spear, not the intention of a sword, but 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 an entity thought that will not fade or become blurred 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 flows return to one’s origin.

You must know that he has fought with many warriors and has various 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 the original spear intention of Chang Ziyun, completely returning to the original 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 artistic conception of fire 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 is like filling up with firewood, and it suddenly returns 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.

It separates the spear intention and the sword intention, and then replaces the sword intention. The flames are constantly 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 those gun 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 cultivator artificially refines this thing through some means and injects it into the puppet, which creates the spiritual 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, they stopped attacking him! After asking, 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 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 turban warriors has nothing to do with their creator, and the imprint of their thoughts has been washed away.
To be continued...