"The spirit realm, it's all gone!" said with a wave of the purple stiff mighty hand.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang shook his whole body, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he jumped wildly, his blood was turbulent, and he was even more happy.

He knew that subconsciously, the bloodline of the Corpse King was already telling him to agree, after all, they were all zombies, so how could they not help?

Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, calmly looked at the purple stiff power in front of him, and said, "It's not that I don't help you, but I have my own position!"

After speaking, he withdrew and flew back, instantly returned to the center of the chessboard, he was suspended in the void, looking at the two sides who were about to fall into a fight, raised his hand, the void trembled, and it spread the ripples, and the two sides that were originally suppressed by the will of the town were suddenly relieved.

"Interesting!" Seeing the wind clearingly leaving, the purple stiff man just smiled faintly, and suddenly disappeared into nothingness, coming and going in a hurry, and the people below didn't seem to see him.

And Feng Qingyang was also aware at this time, it seemed that people on both sides couldn't see him at all, but he was like a chess player, who could manipulate the chessboard at will, as long as he wanted.

"Am I a chess player?" A touch of bitterness suddenly surged in my heart, if this is the case, then is the Heavenly Dao in the outside world like a chess game, and the so-called Heavenly Dao is just an invisible hand secretly manipulating?

He stood in place, there was a real fight in his ears, surging blood and qi flew around, but they all passed by him, he was like a transparent person, ruthlessly watching the killing in the field, no matter how tragic it was, it had nothing to do with her, in his eyes, this was a game of chess!

A game of shrinking endgame envelops everyone, black chess represents the sinister, and white chess is the right way, representing the right way of heaven.

Good and evil, who wins and who loses? What is good? What is evil? In an instant, the battle between heaven and man began in his mind, and he thought of himself and his situation, and it seemed that he was ...... He's an outlier.

He has the body of a zombie, and he is also the natural king of the zombie clan, and at the same time, he has the soul of a human being, and he subconsciously regards himself as a person.

This is also the reason why he often maintains his human form instead of turning into a zombie, after all, he has never recognized the identity of a zombie in the deepest part of his heart.

Zombies are pitiful and pathetic, and there is no doubt that he pities zombies, so he prefers to be the enemy of the world and shoulder the mission of zombies on himself.

I would rather accept a look of disgust, just to explore the secrets of zombies and unlock the curse of the zombie family, and this qiē is not recognition, but sympathy.

"Am I a human or a zombie?" he muttered, looking down, the corner of his eye glancing across the battlefield below, and at this moment the black and white chess pieces were already intertwined.

The drums and flutes, bursts of vicissitudes of life, the meaning of slaughter, he was very sad in his heart, if the zombie clan can be recognized by the way of heaven, how good.

"You're human, and I'm a zombie. Ahead, a faint voice came, and when he looked up, he saw a man who looked exactly like him standing there, looking at him equally quietly.

It's just that he is the prototype of a zombie, with a green face and fangs, and his nails are growing, looking down at himself, wearing a white crescent shirt, his head full of green silk is scattered at will, and his quiet face reveals a trace of elegance.

"I'm a human ......" muttered, suddenly there was a strong wind, only to see that he looked like a zombie, suddenly flew forward, the speed was extremely fast, raised his hand, and stabbed him through with a thud.

"You ......" Feng Qingyang spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at himself beside him in disbelief, at this moment, his heart suddenly hurt, his heart hurt not only zombies, but more of himself.

The heart is good, he is biased towards the human race, and he does not hesitate to turn his face with the purple zombie power of the same race, but the result is that everyone betrays his relatives, and even he will kill himself.

At this moment, he suddenly felt despair, and the roar of another self kept coming from his ears, as if he had done something angry and resentful.

"You deserve to die, you know, if you die, you're the real you. The zombie smirked evilly, withdrew his hand, and held a heart that was pounding wildly.

The heart is bright red, and on it, there seems to be a human face, and that human face is himself, but the human face looks painful, but there is a trace of confusion in the pain.

And in the outside world, that is, in the forbidden space, his face was dark, his body was covered with black mist, his expression was sometimes struggling, sometimes painful, and his meridians bulged high, as if they were about to explode.

If someone is here, they will find that his state at this time is the moment when the demon appears, if he completely passes, then his state of mind will go to the next level, and if not, he will lose his mind and become a tool of the demon, a tool that only knows how to kill.

"Look at how painful your heart is, is it worth it? Crush him, crush him and you'll be free, and you'll be yourself. ”

The ear is slowly seductive, it seems that it is really as he said, as long as this heart is broken, he can be liberated, Feng Qingyang's face is pale, at this moment he feels extremely tired, as if he wants to sleep well.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, grasped it on his heart, looked at the face that kept changing his expression, he slowly exerted force in his hand, his five fingers were clasped tightly, and he suddenly laughed.

"Be yourself and you will be set free. The zombie's smile deepened, watching the wind Qingyang clasp his heart, just a light effort, he would achieve his goal.

"Remember, I am you, I am the zombie you, and what you crush is just another you, you are still you, I am you!"

Seeing that Feng Qingyang was still hesitating, he suddenly said loudly: "Don't crush it at this time, but when!"

"Crush. ”

"Crushed!" Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, and then his hand shone brightly, looking at himself struggling in his heart, he suddenly let go of his hand.

With lightning speed, he stabbed him through the zombie with a bang.

How familiar this picture is, it seems to be the same scene as before, except that the roles are reversed.

"I am who I am, why do I need you to dictate. Feng Qingyang raised his head, revealing his eyes hidden by eyelashes, bright, long gone, the previous turbidity and blood red.

"You ......" the zombie seemed to want to say something, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he wanted to say but couldn't.

"What are you, you want to ask me why I don't crush my heart, right?"

Feng Qingyang smiled, although there was still bitterness, but there was a perseverance in it.

"I have my principles, whether I'm a human or a zombie, no matter what others think of me, I have a clear conscience. ”

A clear conscience, instantly gave him a heavy blow to the zombie.

"You remember, I am who I am, and you can never be me!"