Sheng Yawei touched the spiritual power array that covered him in the encouraging smile of Ers, and the connection of the blood and the feeling of touching himself made the vigilance and tension in Sheng Yawei's heart completely disappear.

Without further hesitation, Sheng Yawei began to whisper the soul-pulling incantation.

As the spell progressed, the transparent circle emitted a faint light. When Sheng Yawei spit out the last word, Sheng Yawei's eyes first became hollow, and then his eyelids drooped, as if he was asleep, and he fell on the table with a "bang".

Of course, if you look closely, you will find that this is not really asleep, and Sheng Yawei's body at this time is less angry than when he was asleep.

When Sheng Yawei fell to the table, Ers's warm expression was stagnant, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was flattened, and his eyes looked at Sheng Yawei with an indescribable meaning, as if he was a little hesitant and a little heavy, Ace slowly stretched out his hand and stretched out his hand to the top of Sheng Yawei's hair.

Sheng Yawei touched the physical magic circle just now, as if it didn't exist under Erth's hands, and the pale and slender palm with a dead aura passed directly through the shimmering protective shield, and it was about to fall on Sheng Yawei's heart

Fuya received Kun's message and was so anxious that she wanted to come to Sheng Yawei immediately, but she still paused at the reminder of Upton and Vain.

Fuya sent away the difficult elders of the Sea Kingdom, and reluctantly exempted Sheng Yawei's event by more than half, tentatively scheduled for her to only participate in the top 20 competitions, although the process was a little unsmooth, and the Sea God Temple also had some blood, but the result was good after all, and even the contestants were rarely dissatisfied, after all, anyone with a discerning eye could see it. Sheng Yawei is the favorite to win the championship, and if she doesn't participate, they can still deduct some less points.

I have to say that the relationship between the Goreon Sea Temple and the Crystal Palace has simply opened the eyes of the foreign sea tribes, and they secretly said: Sure enough, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers! Because, the main force that entangles Fuya is Morgana and her children.

This delay, Fuya is too late.

Perhaps, not too late.

Fuya teleported to the library, and saw the scene where Ers wanted to put his hand on the door of Sheng Yavi's head, and. Uss looked indifferent. The eyes are deep, and at first glance, it makes people feel that they are not doing a good deed.

Fuya's cuffs lifted, and a blue light shot out, deflecting Us's palm.

"What are you doing? Great, virtuous, man, pavilion, and lower!" Fuya dodged to Sheng Yawei's side. There was a fire in his eyes. Grit your teeth and say authentically.

It was as if he hadn't received a deep hostility from Fuya. His gaze fell on the palm of his hand that had just been missed, and he sighed: "Sure enough, there is still no way to change it."

Fuya listened inexplicably. Although he wanted to grab Ous's neck and beat him, even if the high priest and the great sage had different prestige, their status was equal after all, and Fuya was also a little jealous of this sage who was not born much but gave her a sense of threat, and was afraid that if they fought together, they would accidentally injure Sheng Yawei, who was 'unconscious'.

Fuya could only suppress her anger for the time being, snorted, and said, "Your Excellency, Great Sage, you'd better explain to me clearly what you did to Arthur and what happened to her. Otherwise, I can only ask Your Excellency for a few tricks in person!"

"Don't worry, I haven't had time to do anything yet" Ace withdrew his hand and sat down, motionless under the pressure of Fuya's powerful momentum, showing the calm demeanor of a generation of sages, "If Your Majesty wants to know more details, and wants to know the situation of Arthur and Heyman, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Fuya looked at Ers's expression and thought about it again, although she was still angry, but fortunately, her worries about Sheng Yawei and Heyman prevailed, and with a wave of her hand, the divine seat made of water appeared behind her and sat down.

She wanted to see what the great sage could say

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Regardless of whether Fuya and Erse end up fighting each other or turning the war into a jade silk, Sheng Yawei is destined not to see it.

The moment the spell was completed, Sheng Yawei felt that his eyes were dark, and his soul seemed to be attracted to something, drifting towards the place that made her feel close.

The feeling of the soul pulling technique to Sheng Yawei was familiar and strange - a bit like the feeling of Mo Fei pulling her consciousness away every time, but it was not so domineering and not so ethereal, after all, this time the soul that was tied with consciousness was also pulled away.

When the traction force let go of Sheng Yawei's control, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a chaotic space.

The picture that once flashed by kept floating over Sheng Yawei's head.

Sheng Yawei understood: This is Heyman's sea of consciousness, and those pictures are the memories of Heyman she once saw.

"Yo, this place is chaotic, this is really the consciousness space of that kid from Heyman?No wonder you were so nervous before!~" A young and lively voice sounded behind Sheng Yawei, but the tone of this voice was the same as that of an elder to a junior.

"Senior Majin, Senior Masuo?" Sheng Yawei turned to look at the two handsome and extraordinarily handsome figures, and asked in amazement, "Why are you here too?"

"Our current bodies are basically born by the power of your soul, and it is estimated that the soul pulling circle has recognized us as a part of you, so let's pull us over together. Marceau guessed, and then gave Sheng Yawei a gesture not to speak, "Now is not the time to talk about this, let's find Heyman's consciousness in this space first." ”

"Good Rat!" Majin retracted his curious gaze and looked at Sheng Yavi.

Sheng Yawei also nodded, and with the perception of Heyman, he walked directly towards the center of the most chaotic consciousness.

There was a small ocean, but the water was very dark, and the wind was howling, thunder and lightning, and the waves were huge.

Sheng Yawei couldn't help frowning when he saw this situation, one hand on Ma Jin, the other hand on Ma Suo's arm, Sheng Yawei's eyes closed and opened, and the positions of the three of them changed.

In the dark and cramped space, Sheng Yawei and the three of them saw that Heyman, who was in the center, was in a ball, wrapping his whole body with big wings, like a dark blue feather ball. And within a radius of one meter around him, he was occupied by layers of colorful pictures, and Sheng Yawei saw countless familiar or unfamiliar human faces and beast faces rotating in a blink of an eye, and all of them were very hideous.

The cacophony of sounds in his ears made Sheng Yavi, Makin, and Marceau all press their temples.

Sheng Yawei couldn't help but step forward tentatively and tentatively touched the high wall surrounded by those memory pictures. The strength of the rebound was beyond Sheng Yawei's expectations, Sheng Yawei could barely stop the trend of flying back, and it was Ma Jin and Marceau who resisted her back one left and one right, and she stood firm. (To be continued......)