Chapter 1800 The tragic experience

"Is the Altar of Apocalypse built by Shi Wusheng? The tomb of Heaven was also opened by Shi Wusheng?" Zhang Lu was stunned for a moment.

Sun Yan nodded: "This should be his innate ability. The will of Creator that he was born from the residual Creator of Lord Hunmeng is an extremely special life, and it is not surprising that he has some special abilities."

After explaining, Sun Yan continued: "After feeling the strength is increasing little by little, the clone of the Hunmeng Lord saw a glimmer of hope. He believed that as long as he relies on those altars to continuously improve his strength, one day, he will be able to break the barrier set by the mysterious will, and defeat the mysterious will and take back his body."

Taking a deep breath, Sun Yan's tone became more and more complicated: "After struggling for a long time, he finally compromised with reality. He began to imitate the mysterious will of the past, refined many teleportation jade tablets, and threw these teleportation jade tablets into the outside world, attracting countless pirates into the tomb of heaven."

He himself was imprisoned by the Heavenly Tomb barrier, but he could pass through the Heavenly Tomb barrier.

These teleportation jade tablets can be directly transmitted to the teleportation jade tablets of Tian Tomb when the distance is not far. If the distance is too far, you need to reach a fixed coordinate, activate the teleportation array through the breath of the jade tablet, and then transfer to Tian Tomb.

"At the beginning, the clone of the Lord of Hunmeng was still very restrained. He did not want to harm those innocent lives. Even if those lives could bring him strength improvement, after spending a lot of Hunji, he still could not break the barrier set by the mysterious will. He realized that the strength of the mysterious will was stronger than he thought and was still improving rapidly."

"If he only improves his strength step by step, perhaps he will never be able to defeat the mysterious will and will not be able to regain his body and soul."

"He felt deeply powerless, and his heart began to shake, and began to struggle, swaying between killing and not killing."

"Finally one day, he could no longer bear it, and pointed the butcher's knife at the innocent Muslim drivers, one, two, three... Some things, once they started, they could no longer stop. The Lord of Hunmeng felt the rapid increase in strength, gradually fell into the killing, lost in the improvement of strength, and died in his hands in countless Muslim drivers."

Zhang Lu didn't know how to evaluate Sun Yan.

Given Sun Yan's situation at that time, it would be difficult to maintain a calm mind over the long years unless he committed suicide.

Put yourself in your shoes, Zhang Lu doesn't think he can maintain a normal mentality under such circumstances.

In this way, Sun Yan became crazy, which is understandable.

"After killing and controlling countless Mud Controllers, the strength of the Lord of Hunmeng was greatly enhanced. But at that time, he had lost in the rapid increase in his strength, and even almost forgot his original intention. He became like a real monster, and his mind was like how to improve his strength except killing." Sun Yan's body composed of the Dead Tomb Aura was trembling slightly, and his emotions were a little crazy. "He didn't even want to seek revenge on the mysterious will, and he didn't want to take back his body, because his heart had been completely corroded by the Dead Tomb Aura, and he was no longer the original him."

"Until one day, the mysterious will came to you."

"The clone of the Lord Hunmeng thought that with his current strength, he could defeat that mysterious will, but the result was..."

"That mysterious will easily defeat him!"

"It turns out that mysterious will has opened up Hunmeng Tian in the outside world, an altar that is more complete and powerful than the Heavenly Tomb. Its strength has increased faster than the clone of the Lord of Hunmeng!"

"In that battle, the Lord of Hunmeng was defeated, and he was defeated miserably, and even the altar was destroyed most of the time..."

"If the clone of the Hunmeng Lord had not been too special and its strength could be comparable to that of the Lord of Hunmeng Lord, perhaps he had been killed countless times..."

"Later, the mysterious will left, and the clone of the Lord of Hunmeng became even more crazy. He thought he was not working hard enough, so he became more powerful and lured more people into the Heavenly Tomb, kill them, or control them. In order to improve his strength, he abandoned the last bit of reason at all costs."

"He became the will of the Heavenly Tomb that scared countless people, and became a complete monster!"

"How ridiculously, even if he pays such a price, he is still no match for the mysterious will..."

"Every time, the mysterious will comes to the Heavenly Tomb, severely hurting the Lord of Hunmeng clone, and then leave calmly. The Lord of Hunmeng clone can do nothing, and can only let out an unwilling roar..."

Sun Yan's voice full of anger and despair trembled, echoing between the world.

"The clone of the Lord Hunmeng is like a mouse, being played with and tortured by a cat." Sun Yan said self-deprecatingly: "A single move is in danger and everything will be lost."

The thing he regrets the most was that he shouldn't have looked for the source of the dead tomb energy at the beginning. He was too confident that he ended up like this.

After a while of quiet, Sun Yan's emotions slowly calmed down. He looked at Zhang Yu: "The clone of the Lord Hunmeng is me, Sun Yan. And that mysterious will is Si Wusheng. This is the story between me and Si Wusheng. It is also the reason why I became like this person, ghost or ghost."

Zhang Lu was silent.

Sun Yan's experience is tortuous and the story is also tragic, but this cannot cover up his murder.

If you just kill someone and kill someone who has nothing to do with him, Zhang Lu is too lazy to care about it, but Sun Yan's behavior is not just killing people, but indirectly pushing Hunmeng to destruction.

Sun Yan has been completely hated and selfish, and has devoured his reason!

This former guardian and manager of Hunmeng is now doing something to accelerate Hunmeng's destruction. If Hunmeng is really destroyed one day, Sun Yan will be the culprit.

Now Sun Yan is no longer Sun Yan, but a monster whose reason has been swallowed up.

Zhang Lu was almost certain that if he had let him go, Sun Yan would continue. In Sun Yan's eyes, there was no longer any existence in the muddy world.

"I sympathize with you very much." Zhang Lu didn't have too many expressions on his face, "but he couldn't forgive you for those deceased, nor could he forgive you for Hunmeng..." No matter what reason Sun Yan became the will of Tian Tomb, Zhang Lu must find a way to get rid of him, because his existence threatened the entire Hunmeng. The stronger he was, the faster the destruction of Hunmeng would be.

Sun Yan said lightly: "I don't ask anyone for forgiveness! Some things are done, some mistakes are done, and some mistakes are done. What's the point of forgiveness or not?"

Speaking of this, he glanced at Xiao Xie and said, "Promise me with a condition. I can do nothing to resist and let you deal with it. The puppets in the tomb of heaven can also be dealt with."

"What conditions?" Zhang Yu was very interested in these puppets.

"Help me kill Shi Wusheng!" Sun Yan gritted his teeth.?
Chapter completed!