The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 1080 God Killing Weapon (Two Updates!)

I have forgotten the world for so long...

When Xingyao was still floating in the sky, I was fiddling with my stove on the top of the mountains...

It was a happy day, and I forged my own will.

An indestructible shield, a destructive hammer...

Most of those works have been discarded by me, and they have caused me trouble...

Ornn Sareqbass was slowly telling his own story while tearing the meat that exuded high temperature and tyranny.

He loves to speak to these mortal beings, for most of them don't live very long.

He wants his story to be understood, but he doesn't necessarily need it to live forever.

Yi Qiu listened to Aoun Sareqbass mumbling, he was undoubtedly a lonely ancient god.

Under the endless years, the eternal will like an ancient god will also fall into some confusion.

In other words, those feelings that have become more and more abundant are fermenting silently.

It exudes a deep fragrance, with some bitterness of regret, and some sweetness of the past...

But to Yi Qiu, these are all the dust settled under the vast abyss.

They will not be forgotten, but those warm pasts will no longer be able to emerge...

Are you also troubled, Yi Qiu?

We always do some things wrong. They don't necessarily cause you pain, but after a long time, they will make you sad and unforgettable...

Ornn Sareqbass wiped his forest-like beard, and it was immediately stained with oil.

A long time ago...

Yi Qiu gnawed at the overcooked piece of meat and said.

The heart and mouth of the ethereal Danrys whale are tougher than he imagined.

This is one of the few foods that Yi Qiu can feel a complete eating experience except for the core of the plane.

It is full of unimaginable tenacity, and ordinary magic and blades are completely unable to leave any traces on it.

The vitality full of vigor and activity sang unceasingly among the dead muscles...

Singing, it belongs to the legend of the king of the ancient sea area, just like chant in ancient rituals...

And now?

Ornn Sareqbass was a little curious, he rarely encountered monks.

Or even if they met, those guys always left far away.

They have their mission, which makes them as calm as mountains, but also carries almost suffocating pressure.

The crisis of the world depends on one person or one organization.

The kind of thing where honor and responsibility are intertwined is enough to change something...

So Aoun Sareqbass is full of curiosity about Yi Qiu.

In his opinion, this is a sufficiently different kind of monk.

But under the seemingly deviant behavior pattern, one can deeply feel his path of continuation of tradition and suffering...

Now……

Yi Qiu stopped enjoying the delicious food, and he said directly without pondering for too long:

Now, I have put them in the ocean of my mind.

After Yi Qiu paused, he stretched out his right hand.

It was one of the first two arms he had and was his main organ for eating and working.

The hand that once belonged to a mortal, except for the engraved psionic tattoo.

Now there are still some oil lights flickering, they are burning invisible, like some kind of fierce flame.

The lines that belong to mortal things have become smooth under the control of Qi.

He no longer needs those shallow grooves attached to the skin to increase the frictional force on the material.

And he no longer needs those negative emotions to remind him of the emotions that belong to mortal things...

I am no longer affected and bound by them...

Just like the turbulent abyss, it will never be overturned by the influence of the storm...

Yi Qiu put down his hand, he has changed, but he still sticks to it...

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Then, I'm leaving...

Aoun Sareqbass looked at Yi Qiu, and there were very few pieces of meat left on the stones.

Ornn Sareqbass had a great chat with Yi Qiu, but unfortunately he has his own path to move forward.

In His view, every path of life should be independent.

They may meet together from time to time, but they still need to face a longer period of independence.

If all goes well, our paths will no longer cross...

Onn-Sariqbass drew the grease-stained stone into a crack in the void, and he called upon the ancient fire.

Then, put your hand in!

Yi Qiu could feel the high temperature of the fire, and it was naturally not a material flame.

It burns blazingly, exuding eternal light like a star.

But what filled the period was an indescribable atmosphere.

It unfolds slowly, depicting ancient and creative pictures to Yi Qiu...

It's been three thousand five hundred and twenty-nine years, and I haven't used it...

Aoun Sareqbas looked at the ancient fire in front of him, his eyes were filled with another complex emotion.

There may be nostalgia, pain, and an unforgettable past...

Before I leave, I want to leave some memories for you, this is my habit...

I have nothing to give away. As I said, I haven't used it for forging for a long time.

Perhaps, you need my help with something - I'm a fairly good blacksmith...

Aoun Sareqbass looked back at the fire, and then said to Yi Qiu.

forging?

Yi Qiu looked at Aoun Sareqbass, he didn't understand the idea of ​​this ancient god.

However, he felt that this ancient god was not bad.

It's not because of his friendly attitude, or those meat pieces full of enough taste.

It's his philosophy and world outlook on the world and all things, which is quite recognized by Yi Qiu.

The interlacing of ideas will bring about a deeper friendship.

For beings beyond the concept of mortal life, their friendship does not necessarily need the accumulation of time as a basis.

The more and more similar ideas and beliefs will make two completely strange existences quickly become close friends who cannot be separated.

But unfortunately, on the eternal road, every life is lonely...

Is this ok?

Yi Qiu took Shi'er out of the item backpack, then looked at Aoun Sareqbass and said.

God Slaying Weapon...

That's rare...

Aoun Sareqbass looked at Shier, his eyes were full of some kind of scrutiny and appreciation.

Not because of the craftsmanship that started with the mortal things, but because of the spirit that was born in it:

If it wasn't for that rebellious mind being so transparent, how could it defeat the shield of divinity?

I think, I know what to do...

Aoun Sareqbass pondered for a while and then slowly said...