Is that what it feels like to be betrayed?

The pitch-black sea of knowledge was eaten away by the same pitch-black sword qi, and Lin Ming's resistance was only a futile attempt to increase the time of his torture.

The pain, like grinding one's nerves on a stone mill, is beyond the scope of "like a sharp needle stuffed into the brain".

If such pain falls on ordinary people, then his only desire is to die quickly.

However, this is by no means Linming's choice.

Or rather, he had other ways to go besides waiting for death.

What other way can he go?

Originally, he was not in his heyday, and after performing such a large-scale forbidden spell that night, his state had only recovered thirty percent so far.

This was also one of the reasons why Mo Xie dared to declare war on him.

"Mo Xie...... Having created the 'I' master personality, it's time to say goodbye. ”

The consciousness that belonged to Mo Ye in this body was already very weak, and the binding force of the 'Heavenly Law' made Lin Ming the master of this body at this moment.

But what can it be?

The body that was devoured by the raging sword qi didn't listen to Lin Ming's call at all, and his instructions to the body couldn't get out of his brain at all.

It was as if the link between the nerves had been broken, and he couldn't even feel the presence of his body.

But so what?

Reconnect when the link is broken, and recreate the link when the link disappears!

The black pupil that belonged to Lin Ming condensed a divine light.

"......!!"

Resisting the feeling of suffocation caused by the loss of contact in his lungs, Lin Ming knew that his time was running out.

Lin Ming is different from Mo Ye, he has no perception, so he can't rebuild the link because he can't see it.

But even if you can't know the exact situation in your body, know that those links are broken, and those links are still working, there is still one thing that can be made clear at this moment-

His eyes are still working.

So just use this link.

Focus.

Abandon most of the spiritual power that has been tainted by the sword qi.

When Lin Ming was ruthless, even the sword qi derived from the 'Sword Twenty-Three' was forced to stop the pace of aggression against Lin Ming's sea of knowledge.

His psychic power began to burn, a skill he had learned after mastering the second stage of the magic of fire.

Under the 'Law of Heaven', the definition of 'knowing the sea' is a person's brain, or rather, it is embodied as a brain.

At this moment, Lin Ming ignited his brain.

It's like lighting a powder keg.

The divine light revealed in the left eye belonging to Lin Ming existed objectively, and that light had the color of flames.

"Phew!"

It sounded like a bellows exploding in a fire, and it sounded like a special sound effect for a 'headshot' in the game.

The head of the pitch-black man sitting on top of the white clouds exploded.

Blood was scattered everywhere, mixed with large and small remains, and even the blood of this pitch-black man was no longer red.

"Poof!"

A piece of debris fell on the body of an innocent angel about ten meters from the center of the explosion.

It bounced a few times over the half-dissipated stump, and perhaps by coincidence, it finally rolled to the side of the stump's face.

It was an eyeball, and it was pitch black, like a black bead.

This is the eyeball that belongs to Lin Ming.

The eyeball was shot so far and still intact, as if it was protected by an inexplicable power, and it was precisely because of this inexplicable power that it rolled to the side of the angel's dead left eye.

"Dah. ”

A slight sound, belonging to the collision between two eyeballs.

Then, all fell silent.

About ten meters apart, the two corpses lay silently, only the black spreading silently on the clouds and the angel's face.

When the clouds turn black, will it rain in this paradise?

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Wake up and time has skipped the night.

Zhou's indescribable soreness and numbness are like the sequelae after general anesthesia.

The sunlight shone through the sparse foliage of the trees, making it a little less dazzling.

There is a patch of greenery in front of me.

"Hah...... Did it succeed......?"

Lying under the tree in the forest, Mo Xie reluctantly supported his upper body and let himself sit up against the trunk.

I can't exert a trace of strength, even if I go to support the 'unicorn arm'.

There seems to be a large delay in the instructions sent out from the brain, as if the previous pathways have atrophied, and it takes several times the usual force to send the instructions to the limbs.

"Shhhh......h

Before he sat up, Mo Ye couldn't help but gasp - it hurts.

It was like someone had split his head in two with an axe.

The pain was followed by an extremely intense feeling of tiredness.

"Tick-tock. ”

The sound of dripping liquids, two salty streams of liquid across the lips and then converging at the chin, was the sound of them dripping onto the placket.

It's nosebleeds.

Nosebleeds are an external reaction to mental overdraft, something that has been known since the acquisition of telekinesis in "Super Runaway".

It's just that just by calling his arm, his mental power is overdrawn?!

Mo Xie felt a headache, and he tried to take a deep breath, trying to enter meditation to regain his mental strength.

It's just that he found himself unable to enter meditation because he couldn't feel where his spirit was.

All of his mental power burned out last night, and it was extremely difficult for him to pick up a life after activating such a forbidden technique.

Therefore, the inconvenience at this moment is still acceptable.

"Ahh

Enduring the increasingly severe, tearing pain that came from the depths of his brain, Mo Xie called his right hand to rummage in his arms.

Four or five seconds later, he pulled out a bottle of 'blue medicine', which he had prepared beforehand.

"Gra!"

With the force on the palm of his hand to directly crush the bottleneck, the cost of issuing this command is much smaller than asking his left hand to come over to help, after all, at this moment, Mo Ye is using the power of the 'Qilin Arm' itself.

It's just that even such a slight consumption still made Mo Ye bleed about ten milliliters of nosebleed at this moment.

His state has deteriorated to a certain level, if it weren't for the protection of the dragon bloodline, what is lying here at this moment is a corpse.

"Gollum!"

Pouring a large mouthful of potion hard, mixed with his own blood, Mo Xie felt the unprecedented bitterness of the 'blue medicine' in his mouth.

Just like his mood at the moment.