Chapter 1790: Who is the avatar?

Chapter 1790: Who is the avatar?

   Chapter 1790 Who is the clone?

   I saw Old Zhuang release a strand of the Creator's will, and the Creator's will turned into an enchantment, covering him and Zhang Lu.

   "I didn't expect little friend Zhang Yu to be a quasi-Hunmeng master, I'm wrong." Old Zhe stared at Zhang Lu, "I don't know what this Hunmeng clone is called?"

   "You can call me... Zhang Lu." Zhang Lu smiled.

  The old man nodded: "I didn't know that your deity was actually the quasi-Hun Meng Lord. I'm so negligent, please forgive me."

   Zhang Lu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, my deity is not that stingy."

  Yes, Zhang Yu was never a stingy person, he just held a little grudge.

   "I wonder if little friend Zhang Lu is here this time?" Old Zie asked.

   "It's nothing, I just went to the Heavenly Tomb and learned something, so I came here to check with you." Zhang Lu said while paying attention to the old man's reaction, "I hope the old man will cooperate."

  The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "That necromancer must have said a lot of bad things about me, right?"

   Necromancer should refer to Heavenly Spirit.

Zhang Lu was noncommittal, and said: "The will of the Heavenly Tomb has been said a lot, and it is difficult to tell the truth from the false, so I came here to check with the old man. After all, I can't listen to the will of the Heavenly Tomb. If I wronged a good person, then my It's a big sin."

   "What did the necromancer say?" Zhuang Lao was not in a hurry to explain anything, but asked with great interest.

   "Heavenly Tomb said that he is the avatar of the Lord of Hunmeng, and the purpose of building the Altar of Apocalypse is to resurrect the Lord of Hunmeng." Zhang Lu said in a hurry.

As if hearing a joke, Old Zhi couldn't help smacking his lips, but he didn't immediately refute, but asked: "He said that he is a clone of the Lord of Hun Meng, what about me? What identity did he assign to me? "

   This is almost to say that Tianling is lying.

Zhang Lu didn't hide it, and said very simply: "He said that you were a capable subordinate of the Lord of Hunmeng, and then the Lord of Hunmeng fell, and you betrayed the Lord of Hunmeng, trying to refine the remains of the Lord of Hunmeng. The Creator's will, by opening up a new Hunmeng, set foot in the realm of the Lord of Hunmeng."

   "Hahaha..." Old Zhe couldn't help laughing, "This guy, Necromancer, really has a good way of making up stories."

   "So, the will of the Heavenly Tomb is lying?" Zhang Lu pretended to be surprised.

  Old Li glanced at Zhang Lu and said, "This old man doesn't believe that little friend Zhang Lu can't even see this."

   Zhang Lu did not refute, and said: "Then may I ask, what is the truth of the matter?"

"The Lord of Hunmeng has indeed constructed a Hunmeng clone, but that Hunmeng clone is not a necromancer, but... me." The old man smiled indifferently, "Actually, I don't want to reveal this identity, because it may give people a chance to speak it out. A feeling of showing off, but the Necromancer pretending to be my identity, I can't stand it."

  Although he guessed that Tianling should have lied, Zhang Lu never expected that Old Zhe would call himself a clone of the Lord of Hun Meng.

   Without waiting for Zhang Lu to speak, the old man said again: "Little friend Zhang Lu, might as well think about it, how could the avatar of the dignified and dignified master look like a necromancer?"

   "He said that it was because the Lord of Hunmeng fell that he became like that inexplicably." Zhang Lu repeated Tianling's remarks.

"The fall of the deity, what does it have to do with the clone?" The old man glanced at Zhang Lu and said, "If you say something unpleasant, if little friend Zhang Yu falls, does little friend Zhang Lu think that he will become a necromancer? ?"

   Zhang Lu shrugged: "Who knows?"

"It seems that little friend Zhang Lu has some doubts about me." The old man was not angry, and he still had a faint smile on his face, "But that's right, after all, you have contact with the undead first, and you have a preconceived notion. It's hard to believe what I said. But what is true is true, and what is false is false. Time will tell who is the avatar of the Lord of Haze."

  The old man is very calm, as if he has absolute confidence.

   "Since you said that you are a clone of the Lord of Hunmeng, what about the will of the Heavenly Tomb?" Zhang Lu asked.

"Strictly speaking, the identity of the undead is also somewhat related to the Lord of Hunmeng." Old Shi didn't care whether Zhang Luxiang believed it or not, and said directly: "Since little friend Zhang Yu is the master of Hunmeng, he should know and open up. Hunmeng will also give birth to a strange existence similar to the spirit of Hunmeng, but that thing usually does not appear under normal circumstances. A special will, or an embodiment of death. It is not a specific life, but the actual manifestation of destruction and death. This is the necromancy."

   "The real manifestation of destruction and death?" Zhang Lu was thoughtful.

"The undead itself does not exist, or in other words, it does not actually exist. Only when the Lord of Hunmeng falls and Hunmeng goes to destruction, the undead will manifest, because it itself represents destruction and death." The old man said: "Although it seems to have its own thinking and consciousness, and it seems to be a special kind of life, in fact, all this is an illusion, it actually has no thinking and consciousness, and it is not a life. It is destruction and death itself, which represents the demise of the whole Hunmeng."

   Hearing the description of the old man, Zhang Lu became more and more confused.

  It is difficult to understand what kind of existence the heavenly spirit, or the undead, is.

   Destruction and death?

   Can this thing actually materialize?

"Although it sounds a bit absurd, it is the truth." Old Shi said: "The undead cannot be destroyed, because the Lord of Hunmeng has fallen, and the destruction and demise of Hunmeng cannot be avoided unless the Lord of Hunmeng has fallen. Resurrection, otherwise, no one can stop this from happening. And if the Lord of Hun Meng is resurrected, then there is no need to destroy the undead at all, because it will disappear automatically, and the steps of Hun Meng's destruction will stop."

  Old Skull said this, but Zhang Lu could understand a little bit.

   "Then you created Hunmengtian to resurrect the Lord of Hunmeng?" Zhang Lu asked.

   "No." The old man shook his head.

   "No?" Zhang Lu was a little surprised.

   He originally thought that if the old man was really a clone of the Lord of Hunmeng, he would definitely think of resurrecting the Lord of Hunmeng.

The old man sighed and said: "The so-called resurrection is simply a lie of the dead. It is a scam. In fact, people die when they die, how can they be resurrected casually? Maybe to Lord Hunmeng, Even more powerful people may have special means to revive people, but I don't have that ability."

   He looked at Zhang Lu and said, "The deity has fallen completely. The body, soul, and even consciousness are completely annihilated. There is only a little residual will. Do you think that in this situation, can it be resurrected?"

Consciousness is the foundation of life. When the body is annihilated, the soul can be reincarnated. If the soul is annihilated, it can be reshaped by the will of the Creator. Even if the will of the Creator is annihilated, consciousness can be reincarnated, but if even consciousness is annihilated, then this person is completely If you die, you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

   Of course, this is only limited to the level of the muddler. The lord of muddyness is the supreme being that surpasses the muddy man. Is there any other means of resurrection? Who knows?

   "Since the Lord of Hunmeng cannot be resurrected, why did you open up Hunmengtian?" Zhang Lu asked.

   Facing Zhang Lu's questioning gaze, Old Man was still very indifferent and said, "In order to open up a new Hunmeng!"

   "So, this Hunmeng is as innocent as the necromancer said. It is an existence similar to the altar of the apocalypse. In the future, the entire Hunmeng will need to be sacrificed before it can be upgraded to a new Hunmeng?" Zhang Lu asked.

"Although there are few truths in the undead's mouth, these words are indeed true." The old man said: "To create a new Hunmeng, you must sacrifice the original Hunmeng... This is also because of the apocalypse formation. Otherwise, with my strength, even if I add so many kings of the Myriad Realm, it is absolutely impossible to create a new chaos."

   "What about the trillions of creatures in the fog?" Zhang Lu took a deep breath and asked.

"What I can do is to transfer as many people as possible to Hunmengtian, as much as I can save." Old Zhe met Zhang Lu's gaze and said calmly, "Maybe the people I can save are not as good as Hunmeng's life. 1 in 10,000, or even 1 in 100,000,000. But... this is the limit of my ability."

  Zhang Lu asked: "Have you ever thought of transferring all living beings to Hunmengtian?"

"Two problems," said the old man, "First, Hunmeng can't hold it in the sky. Second, Hunmeng needs the vitality provided by them to continue to operate. Without them, Hunmeng will be destroyed quickly, with , Hunmengtian will also be destroyed together.”