Chapter 185 Armor Robe Memories? Inheritance

"I'm Chao!"

Fan Jian's scalp was a little numb, what the hell is this.

This armor is really evil, I'm Chao!

At this time, the armor kept making rustling sounds, as if responding to something, and the shadow brought it closer and closer to Fan Jian, and the voice of temptation appeared in his heart, urging him to put it on.

The depths of his soul seemed to be constantly seduced.

Put it on, and you can dominate the whole world!

The empty armor turned into a devil at this time, like a devil who was extremely greedy and met food, tyrannical, and it seemed that there was a tyrannical scream resounding from the armor.

It broke down into pieces, and the shoulder armor, arm armor, chest armor and other parts all stretched out tentacles and suddenly pounced on Fan Jian.

"Keng!"

"Keng!!"

"Keng, Keng, Keng!!!

The helmet fell first and attached directly to Fan Jian's scalp, grinding against it. It seemed that blood was rubbed out, as if a greedy demon began to suck his brain.

His legs, arms, chest armor, every part of his body was covered with armor, as if it had life, and he kept twisting his body to enjoy this new body. A faint laughter came from the armor.

The armor had a strong suction force. No matter how hard Fan Jian tried, he couldn't pull it off. His skin and flesh seemed to be fused with it. Every time he pulled it, it seemed to tear his flesh apart. The whole body seemed to be invaded and wrapped by a greedy devil.

Fan Jian was in pain He kept screaming, and the extremely painful screams echoed on the empty, eerie and silent altar, colliding with the darkness, and then disappeared.

His fingers kept scratching his body, and he felt that he was in so much pain at this moment that he could insert his body and tear himself apart on the spot.

This feeling and sensation tortured him to the point of going crazy.

Screams kept coming out, and his soul seemed to be constantly invaded.

The white deer ring on his finger, which was as white as jade, burst out with a strong light at this time, as if it contained all the energy, wrapping Fan Jian and the evil armor of the ancient king.

There was a clear light ball wrapped in the holy light and wrapped it in it.

Fan Jian was confused.

He just wanted to curse, even if he defended himself, he didn't even have time to release a magic. The armor was like a prophet, as fast as lightning, and pounced on him at once.

The evil, twisting voice in his mind kept echoing, and the evil shadow of the armor seemed to turn into an evil spirit and invaded him.

It.

To be resurrected, to be sacrificed in blood!

A lot of blood is needed to replenish it, and before that, a new body is needed!

It is not an ancient king, but it is better than an ancient king.

In the spiritual world, the blood and evil breath are constantly eroding, and suddenly resisted by the holy light that bursts out.

Fan Jian's consciousness seems to be silent.

Is it ethereal? Or is it deep in the memory of the armored evil spirit, stained with the residual self-made memory.

Fan Jian only felt that he was thrown into a washing machine, rolling and spinning fiercely, like a spiral ascending to the sky, flying into the air and falling straight down after dancing for thousands of meters.

The chaotic consciousness seemed to have entered a space, a deep place,

The buildings below were not so various and magnificent, emitting neon lights.

Instead, it was more like being in a capital city, an imperial city, and people coming and going were all wearing the same robes,

Looking at the top, the front, the towering and huge palace.

Everyone's face was full of awe when they went to court?

Fan Jian's consciousness floated in the air like a soul, watching these people walk into the palace, and then stand respectfully below. The surroundings are all carefully carved, magnificent and precious, and the dragon-like carvings on the countless palaces are more prominent.

The domineering look is more prominent.

There is a person at the top, eight feet six tall, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, majestic, serious face, wearing a lifelike dragon robe, and awe-inspiring without anger.

'I will unify the world and create a foundation for eternity, from the source between heaven and earth, wisdom for the people, follow the way of heaven, and sincerely pacify the world! "

The princes and prime ministers below responded one after another, their expressions unchanged, and then the scene changed.

The battle was going on below, and all kinds of war equipment highlighted the ancient king wearing a gorgeous and noble armor with powerful defensive power, followed by a group of guards, and rushed into the battlefield.

The flames of war were flying, the light was overflowing, and brilliant colors could be seen everywhere.

The ancient king was using a special method and a special way to continuously gather the scattered and falling towering mountains above, like moving a mountain over, and smashed into the front line with a bang.

The Qin soldiers who knew the specific situation had already dodged, and those who did not avoid were crushed into stone pieces on the spot. !

The ancient king continued to fight in all directions, led the army, unified the six kingdoms, dominated the world, established the capital and founded the country, and became the founding emperor. He controlled the mountains and rivers and suppressed many demon tribes and strangled many rebellious demon tribes.

Building the Great Wall, integrating the holy spring, or, it is a powerful totem itself, willing to protect his countryman!

He also wanted to expand the territory of Jiang to a more distant place!

Fan Jian was above, and it can be said that he experienced the second half of Qin Shihuang's life from a third-person perspective.

And that armor robe seemed to be stained with a lot of blood during the war, and the blood of the ancient king gradually gave birth to spiritual intelligence?

It should have been a similar existence to the spirit of the weapon, why did it gradually become an evil spirit?

The perspective turned again. The whole country was in drought. People were living in poverty everywhere. The prime ministers of the princes were extremely anxious. The ancient king looked at his country with difficulty. The people's unhappiness showed that he was not good as an emperor.

Natural disasters came, and the water dried up and the rocks crumbled. There was a holy white deer in the north stepping on the water and walking slowly along these dry lands. In this era when everyone was shouting and beating, the totem beast had long been transformed into their patron saint.

Heavy rain fell wherever it passed, and floods appeared, but the floods at this time were not considered floods.

The white deer gradually came to the current location of the ancient king.

The two looked at each other from a long distance.

"I, how should I thank you?" The ancient king spoke in a deep voice, and his voice drifted away.

The white deer raised his head, did not speak, gradually turned around, and walked away from their sight.

The perspective turned again. The ancient king in armor stood in an ancient forest, holding an item he made with all his abilities, a kind of existence similar to crystal, integrated with the Dharma.

The white deer opened its mouth and swallowed it without hesitation.

The ancient king smiled and left with the people who were with him.

Then the scene jumped, and the ancient king was on the white jade altar, all emitting dazzling light, a monstrous hand!

He was immersed in the evil abyss constructed by the space system, chaos system and mind system, and arranged obstacles one after another.

After the ancient king died, he was hidden in the evil abyss, and Fan Jian, who had a god's perspective, did not find where the other party ran away.

Metaphor!

A flash of white light, Fan Jian's consciousness returned to his own, the stars in the galaxy were shining brightly, and a white light came down like a rainbow, merging with his consciousness.

Expanded, his brain seemed to explode.

There was a power that forcibly stretched his brain.

Fan Jian could feel that his mental power was improving, the fourth realm, the fifth realm.

There was also an inexplicable hazy light in the spiritual world, and hazy stardust appeared. There was also a dark red stardust in the spiritual and earth stardust factories. There was some inexplicable energy floating on the stardust, which seemed to not belong to this magic system. The space system and the chaos system were also like inheritance and attainments, floating above, like a light curtain flowing.

And the evil spirit that invaded the spiritual world had already looked at Fan Jian, with only incredible colors in his eyes, like an evil soul, and was gradually suppressed under this piece of stardust.

I don’t know whether the other party was caused by the obsession of the ancient king before his death into the armor robe.

Opening his eyes, Fan Jian, whose brain was swollen, looked at himself. The ancient king’s armor robe was worn on him like an ancient and powerful armor magic tool, and the evil spirit also dissipated.

But he knew that this was only temporary. Every time he activated it, there would be a chance that his will would be deeply trapped, and the evil soul would invade him again. If he wanted to fully control it, he would have to become a forbidden spell mage!

Or, if he absorbed and consumed that piece of light curtain, he would have a chance to control himself. This armor robe was like a time bomb,

which was temporarily hidden.

He stood up and took a deep breath, feeling his own strength. Well, it was temporarily very powerful.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohou and others were just thrown here on the altar, and they stared at Fan Jian in a daze.

The next moment, they all fainted.

Fan Jian said nothing more. The space seemed to be distorted. Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo were all involved. Zhan Kong, who was still rushing, was also involved in a sudden space vortex.