The clouds had been dyed inky, like a prelude to rain.

"Sa~!"

The white and huge wings were enough for this body to get enough lift, and above the black clouds, there was a figure waving wings.

The 'Heavenly Realm' had not been reset by Mo Ye's departure, even though the remnant in the middle of the dark clouds had dissipated at this moment.

Only the shell disappeared, and the soul in the body did not dissipate with the corpse.

Lin Ming finally broke through.

"You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder. ”

The 'angel', suspended in mid-air under the influence of his wings, spoke faintly, his eyes had changed from the original gold or blue 'standard' to black.

This is Lin Ming's eyes, he finally escaped from the encirclement of the sword qi.

Mo Ye is not the only one who has learned to use the 'Law of Heaven'.

At this time, Lin Ming's appearance was a little miserable - not to mention his mental state, just look at the body he got temporarily.

The limbs had almost dissipated, and the legs were so miserable that they were only left with the position just before reaching the base of the thighs, and if it weren't for the armor hem that was 'standard for city patrolmen', then this picture would have been limited by R-class.

However, fortunately, this dissipation was contained after Lin Ming's soul was injected into this remnant body, otherwise his current situation would have been even worse.

The only limbs that Lin Ming can still use now are a left hand and a pair of wings, but he doesn't use this completely unfamiliar body very well, the most obvious point is that he is still spinning in place after waving his wings for a long time.

"This guy really doesn't have any memories left, it's hard to do now......"

It's like he couldn't find the manual when he first came into contact with a new type of machine, and Lin Ming couldn't read that there was even a trace of memory left in this body, so it was already good to be able to fly.

"Hizz~"

The sweat drops on his forehead fell on the clouds below, and the dark clouds swallowed the outsider to the point of not even the bones and slags left, and the sound it made was like a drop of water dripping onto the red-hot iron plate.

This drop of sweat is painful.

This body was also invaded by severe pain, and if it weren't for the fact that Lin Ming had already stopped the bleeding from the wound when he took it over, he wouldn't even want to fly at this moment.

It's just that at this time, he may not be able to last long, and he can already feel the wings on his back begin to sore.

Even if his spirit could be maintained, the limit of this physical body was approaching.

"Maintain the wing output and lower the upper body a little more......"

Lin Ming tried hard to adjust the posture of this body, but it was not an easy task, just a few subtle movements made him almost fall into the pitch-black clouds below.

The blackness on the clouds below had spread out for hundreds of meters, like ink melting in the water.

'Sword Twenty-Three' is worthy of being called the "Sword of Hell", and even the clouds that spread out of heaven cannot resist its erosion.

However, this was bad news for Lin Ming, because if he continued like this, it would take more time and physical strength for him to fly out of the range of the 'Sword Qi Carpet'.

Both of these are probably scarce for him.

It's a terrible situation.

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A bottle of 'blue medicine' went down to his stomach, and this time the potion was unexpectedly bitter in Mo Ye's feeling, and similarly, the time for it to take effect seemed to have been delayed a lot.

After drinking this bottle of potion, it took almost half an hour for Mo Xie to feel that the pain in his head had lessened a little.

It only relieves, not disappears. The wound he suffered this time could not be repaired by drinking some 'blue medicine', or rather, no matter how much he drank 'blue medicine' this time, he could not repair the wound.

However, this state was sufficient, and Mo Xie could divide a part of the will used to fight pain and communicate with the Holy Scriptures.

"Holy Scripture, repair injuries, what price?"

The fewer words the better, the shorter the sentence the better, and omit all gags to save the effort of haggling.

It was as if the pain from the depths of his soul forced Mo Xie to want to give himself a good time.

But unfortunately, at this moment, he has no way to commit suicide.

His spirit was so weak that he couldn't control his arm, emitting enough power to kill him, and after strengthening his dragon blood, he became much thicker.

"All of your current net worth is counted, and you still owe a thousand points. ”

The Holy Book is in a state of spectatorship, and it offers a price full of water.

Go on the scamp!

"Hurry up. ”

Mo Xie no longer has the strength to bargain with this profiteer, at this time, the "Holy Scripture" said that he would have to exchange it if he owed 10,000 points.

There was not the slightest nonsense, and even the prompt voice of the successful transaction was omitted, and it seemed that even the Holy Book knew that Mo Xie at this moment was afraid that he was not willing to wait even a second.

Tearing apart his soul and then abandoning it, that level of trauma is really too heavy for Mo Ye now.

A pillar of light descended from the sky and enveloped Mo Ye's whole body, no matter which world it was, the special effects of the healing methods of the Holy Book were the same.

Illuminated by the soft white pillar of light, Mo Ye felt that his soul was enveloped in a stream of heat that shielded out all the pain and weakness.

It is as if sleeping peacelessly in a state of weightlessness.

Mo Ye floated up, no, it should be said that a translucent Mo Ye floated up under the light of the repair light pillar.

This 'Mo Evil' seemed to be scattered with the wind at any time, as pale as cheap white paper on the side of the street.

This was his soul, the soul that was almost on the verge of dissipation, and he was so badly injured that there were countless gaps in his soul, and a trace of moon-white substance seeped out of the gaps.

It was the mental power he had recovered after the 'blue medicine' he had drunk had taken effect.

Spiritual power is also the power of the soul, and it is the 'blood' that belongs to the soul.

The soft white light caressed the weakened and wounded soul, and soon, the moon-white liquid leaking out of the gap began to flow backwards, slowly as if time had been reversed, and they flowed back into Mo Xie's soul.

Then the gap was repaired, and the whole process was done in one go, and in less than ten minutes, Mo Xie's soul returned to normal - only it was still a little weaker.

The Holy Scriptures...... It doesn't seem to be in place......"

The soul returned to his body, Mo Xie stood up from the ground, and he patted the dust and dead leaves on his body.

"The business of repairing injuries doesn't include 'cheering' for you. ”

Profiteers are always profiteers, cutting corners is its forte, and it has a long list of reasons afterwards.

“…… Well......"

Mo Ye wiped his nosebleed, and he felt that his current state of mental power could not even fly.

It's a terrible state.