Chapter 780 The Light of My Soul

Since the first time he used the power of the fourth stage, Zhao Zhuikong has been troubled by past memories.

At first, it was a dream when he was sleeping and resting; later, it was a scene when he closed his eyes; in the end, even in daily life, he would find himself reappearing on the island of his childhood, playing the role of "Zhao Zhuikong"... It was as if there was a ghost named "Zhao Zhuikong" who left a part of himself on the island of his childhood forever.

... And every time he ended, he would fail, with the death of Zhao Ruikong, and the snap of the fingers that sealed everyone's memory.

Whenever Zhao Zhuikong witnessed the death of Zhao Ruikong and saw the desperate look on Zhao Yingkong's face, his heart would be invaded by intense pain, so that he could hardly breathe.

And it was through these painful moments that Zhao Zhuikong was able to temporarily break free from the abyss of his mind that invaded him from time to time... Until the next time, he sank into that familiar and endless cycle again.

Blood and killing are what an assassin must accompany. Zhao Zhuikong, who was unable to get out of this spiritual dilemma, did not understand his own nature, and lacked the method to suppress his inner demons, was experiencing inner trials and pain all the time. Whenever his hands were stained with blood, the pain would increase, and he would sink deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate himself.

But Zhao Zhuikong had to use it. The gene optimization of the fourth-order gene lock was a passive talent, and the subtle skills were instinctive. It was not something that could be done without saying it... and his identity as a "witch" made him sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

Gradually, as he continued to use the power of the fourth order, Zhao Zhuikong changed.

He became indifferent, extreme, and became unconsciously cruel when hunting animals on the island, causing them to die painfully. Even in daily sparring, he became ruthless to his brothers and sisters except Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Ruikong...

The power of time is the most incredible thing.

Perhaps the first time he experienced this scene, Zhao Zhuikong would feel heartbroken for Zhao Ruikong's death, and would empathize with Zhao Yingkong's helplessness, and feel miserable. The same is true for ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times... But what about ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times, or even a million times, or ten million times?

——Even Zhao Zhuikong himself did not realize that in a certain cycle, some things could never go back.

This is the inner demon.

It is not like a mental controller, who changes a person's consciousness through hypnosis or illusions to make them do things that are contrary to their own behavior; but in a subtle way, it shapes a person into the image of his deepest desire in his heart.

This is a road of self-examination, and it is also a road that only oneself can go on, which cannot be violated, cannot be changed, and cannot be turned back.

...

It is like a fuse, and it is also like an excuse for depravity.

It is like opening Pandora's box, and things are getting out of control.

In these countless reincarnations, Zhao Zhuikong began to become more and more bloodthirsty and extreme.

Then, Zhao Zhuikong began to stain his hands with blood and began to kill his brothers and sisters who might lose control, until in a certain memory, when he ignored Zhao Yingkong and killed Zhao Likong, he showed a bloodthirsty smile for the first time.

No one could see Zhao Zhuikong's expression, because his teammates in the main god space had been killed by him, and the killing intent was difficult to suppress even with the mind barrier pendant. And his personality in reality was also moody as his power rose, and he was no longer the same as before.

Until entering the world of Chinese Paladin, when he learned that the Zhongzhou team would also participate in this group battle, Zhao Zhuikong was so excited that he could hardly breathe, and his feelings for his sister also gave this young man a very rare clarity, which was regarded as a short-term suppression of the heart that was almost filled with killing intent...

-Until more than 20 days ago, Zhao Zhuikong was hit head-on by Julian's dying blow "Six Paths of Reincarnation", which became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It was a really fierce blow, even causing Zhao Zhuikong's consciousness to be blank for a short time... and when this man came back to his senses from the lonely island in his mind, the bodies of his brothers and sisters were lying at his feet.

The only murder weapon was in Zhao Zhuikong's hand.

There was no loss of control of Zhao Likong.

There was no rampage of Zhao Ruikong.

There was no control of Zhao Yingkong.

There was no Zhao Ruikong using his last bit of strength before his death to seal everyone's memory of this incident, an ending that was not perfect but not too many people died.

There was only a massacre, a massacre by Zhao Zhuikong, a massacre in which Zhao Zhuikong killed all his brothers and sisters with his own hands, even for no reason.

When Zhao Zhuikong held the dagger with his bloody hands, trembling and placed it in front of himself, ready to kill himself, he saw his own expression on the blade of the dagger.

That was a smile.

A happy smile from the bottom of his heart.

It was only then that the memories of countless reincarnations flooded into Zhao Ruikong's mind, making him miss the scene of killing his brothers and sisters again and again, making him remember the moment when he cut off Zhao Ruikong's head. A surge of excitement made him recall the warm touch of the dagger piercing Zhao Ruikong's mouth, and the supreme joy... And this feeling of bliss was enough to completely wash away the remaining reason in his heart.

"Hee, hee hee, hee hee hee... hee hee hee hee, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!"

First there was a smile, then a laugh, then a wild laugh, and finally a heart-rending, meaningless laugh that seemed to make everything laugh out loud.

Human power always has its limits, and emotions will eventually become distorted. And through countless experiences, even some of the most precious things in our hearts will eventually deteriorate, be diluted, and eventually turn into dust without leaving a trace.

From then on, the sky in the soul turned into blood, and the last piece of pure land in Zhao Suikong's heart collapsed.

…

The small island in Zhao Zukong's memory was completely covered in blood.

At this time, Zhao Zukong's brothers and sisters all had the same happy smiles on their faces as Zhao Zukong's. There was no fishing, no dialogue, no sparring, or brotherly and sisterly affection... some Just killing, complete killing.

Killing is a matter of meeting, and the killing will not stop regardless of life or death. Every boy and girl with the name of "Sora" will transform himself into a beast, with the goal of killing all living humans. And no matter who they were or were killed, they still had that smile on their faces.

——And the result has never changed.

Zhao Zukong is the one who survives to the end every time.

Four thousand three hundred and ninety-six times, without a single miss. Every time, Zhao Yingkong was the first to kill Zhao Ruikong. Zhao Zukong's opponent every time was Zhao Yingkong, the strongest genius in the Assassin family for thousands of years, the most outstanding among them all. that.

But even she has never defeated Zhao Zukong even once. Not even once.

Because this is Zhao Zukong's inner demon, Zhao Zukong's inner world, if he is willing, he will never lose.

Whether it's a hundred million times or a trillion times.

Perhaps when he first killed Zhao Yingkong, Zhao Zukong still had some human emotions in his heart, and he still felt pain and sadness; but after countless killings, Zhao Zukong was killed countless times in different or the same way. After his life was taken away, the young man's heart did not fluctuate at all, and he even felt dull.

His heart has become "indifferent", and his people have become "demon". Indifferent indifference, he is possessed by the devil.

Therefore, when Zhao Yingkong, who somehow possessed a trident this time and seemed a little different from usual, appeared in front of him, Zhao Zukong did not feel anything was wrong. He just relied on instinct like a machine to get close to her, fought like thousands of times in the past, and then took away this woman's life.

——Until, after hundreds of confrontations, Zhao Yingkong stretched out a fist in front of him.

It was not the dagger he had always used, nor the nails he had used countless times in his killing experience, nor the killing methods of other assassin families. This time Zhao Yingkong used a fist, a fist wrapped in black light!

That was a punch that couldn't be any harder and harder.

It was a fist packed with unparalleled power, completely unlike what Zhao Yingkong could hit. It contained subtle power and annihilated the light of the soul. It hit Zhao Zukong's face at the dual levels of soul and reality!

"boom!"

Zhao Zukong's thoughts seemed to be stretched ten times or even a hundred times at this moment. With the sound of cracking bones, he felt as if he had been punched by Gai Bojia, a mechanical creation from the heavens. His seven orifices were bleeding and he was beaten. He turned around and was embedded in the rock wall of a hill... and half of his head was shattered, and the back of the skull, the hardest part of the human skeleton, was blown out of his body!

"cough!"

The severe pain made Zhao Zukong howl out, and feeling the familiar black light of his soul, his consciousness, which had been dim for a long time, became clear for a moment.

"...Little sister, is that you?"

"Are you awake yet?"

Looking at Zhao Zukong who fell from mid-air and knelt down in embarrassment, most of the non-human scales on his body were broken into pieces. He kept coughing out blood and internal organs fragments, and could not get up again for a long time. Zhao Yingkong took a breath and took back. His right fist was wrapped with black light: "If you are awake, seize this hard-won time. I will leave you three minutes to give you my last words."

Annihilation is a kind of spiritual light that can annihilate all other spiritual lights. Its "cancellation" characteristic is its function.

Just like when he used the light of the soul to offset the energy when fighting Yang Yun, Zhao Yingkong at this time can also use the most intuitive method of beating with his fists to knock Zhao Zukong out of the killing state again and restore his own energy in a short period of time. Some self.

——After all, even the original Zhao Yingkong would not be willing to see his brother die in the state of a beast.

"Last words...? I don't have any last words."

Covering half of his face with one hand, as if to hide the smile that appeared on his face again at some point, Zhao Zukong took a breath: "I don't need to have any last words."

"...Zhao Zhukong, you are so pitiful now."

Zhao Yingkong sighed softly and said: "If one day I become like you, I really hope someone can kill me as easily and simply as I am now, although my thoughts at that time It may have changed, but this is indeed my most sincere thought now..."

Listening to what Zhao Yingkong said, Zhao Zukong's heart, which had become cold due to the killing, seemed to beat slightly, but then this trace of emotion disappeared again, leaving only a brief moment of confusion in his eyes. : "Who said this?"

"This is what you said yourself on that island, Zhao Zukong."

Zhao Yingkong looked at the no longer human state in front of him, and had almost transformed into what he himself had mentioned, the monsters underground of the Assassin family that only looked like three-quarters of a human being, and closed his eyes slightly: "But look at you now, you have become What does it look like?”

"Is this what I said? Forget it, that's not important anymore... What's important is that you can't kill me."

The brief confusion did not leave the slightest trace in Zhao Zukong's heart. The young man's eyes were once again filled with blood-colored mist, and the injuries sustained by Zhao Yingkong's punch also began to heal rapidly.

The vitality of "witches" is thousands of times that of ordinary humans. Now that Zhao Zukong has regained consciousness and is holding the Yan Demon Sword, he is three points stronger than before entering the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy.

This young man, who was awakened by Zhao Yingkong's "Annihilation" soul light and briefly regained consciousness from his inner demons, was covered in blood, but murderous intent and blood surged violently from his body again, but there was something hidden in his words. Sober madness, just like a madman who fully understands what he is doing: "My little apple, you can't kill me..."

"As long as you haven't broken through to the fourth intermediate level, you can't kill me now that I have regained my sanity and no longer rely on instinct to use the light of the soul!"

"What an ugly struggle...I'm sorry, it seems that 'my' last mercy was completely in vain."

Listening to the words that the original Zhao Zukong could not say, Zhao Yingkong still didn't know that the "Zhao Zukong" in his memory had been completely devoured and changed by his inner demons, and now he was just a human in human skin. The monster, whether in mind or other aspects, is fundamentally different from the original person.

"But I must admit one thing. If we just rely on the light of the soul to 'annihilate', 'Zhao Yingkong' will not be able to kill 'Zhao Zukong'."

Zhao Yingkong's eyes glanced at the Yan Demon Sword in Zhao Zukong's hand, and then she nodded seriously: "No matter what, the final outcome will only be to die together... And this is already happening in the biochemical process. A reality proven once in Crisis II.”

"However, unlike 'Zhao Yingkong', 'Zhao Yingkong' who has embarked on another path has the opportunity to completely kill 'Zhao Zukong'."

As Zhao Yingkong said this, the spiritual light "annihilation" wrapped around her hands quickly disappeared, but the determination in her eyes never diminished by half.

"So, let me show you..."

"My own, the light of the soul."