Cerebral pulse continuation, which is performed in the human brain, does not allow for slight deviations. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The structure of the human brain is complex like a labyrinth, and human hands or instruments wander between them, how can they ensure that they will not touch anywhere? Therefore, its difficulty is so high that even the most skilled Protoss physicians dare to take over it.

Jiang Nanjun's brain was damaged and he urgently needed to perform surgery, and the only person who could operate it was Ling Xuanluo. If he retreats because of timidity, Jiang Nanjun will only have a dead end.

In desperation, he could only bite the bullet.

At this point, everything seemed to be going well. After removing the blood clots formed by blood congestion, and then closing the section of the brain veins with the purple spiritual light of the Pointing Heavenly Zen, Jiang Nanjun should have survived this catastrophe safely.

But as soon as the two veins were connected, there was a loud bang outside the void of the shoreless lake, which shook the originally calm lake surface and caused ripples, and there was also a cool breeze blowing in the virtual space.

The calamity is still to come, and the process of casting the spell has already encountered risks due to the loud noise, but Ling Xuanluo found that there is a knot in the brain veins. There were also a lot of blood clots scattered around the vein node, which was shocking to see.

When the loud noise came, he said that something was not good, and when he heard it, he knew that it was the direction of Mount Tai, although he was worried, he still didn't dare to open his eyes.

The shoreless lake represents his state of mind, and the turbulence of the lake indicates that he is in a state of mind. And the two fingers are still inserted between the gaps in the brain waves, and if there is a slight deviation, Jiang Nanjun may be doomed.

"Don't panic, my judgment may not be accurate! Uncle Yun and his ghost generals are dealing with Wei Lie, so they must not have started fighting so quickly! Calm down! I have to continue to keep calm!"

He couldn't count how many times he had hinted in his heart like this, and only then did he feel a little at peace, but the second loud bang came again, and this explosion seemed to be even more violent than just now.

Suddenly, the cold wind in the virtual realm intensified, drying the sweat on his body, and the cold made him shiver a few times.

Through his eyelids, he looked at the lake again, and the layers of ripples changed from shallow to deep, and they were about to form waves.

"God, I beg you, don't do this, give me a little more time, as long as half a pillar of incense is enough!"

He was so anxious that he was about to cry, his hand hung in the air, he did not dare to stretch forward or retract, and the slightest tremor was afraid that he would break the pulse that had just been connected and was extremely fragile.

He was so flustered that he didn't know what to do, but he suddenly found that the lakeless lake under him had turned from three-dimensional to flat, like a picture scroll, and was rolled up from the scrolls at both ends.

"No, don't let my mood disappear! my brother hasn't healed yet, we can't leave!" he was so anxious that he wanted to shout loudly, but before he could say anything, he saw another picture scroll spreading out on the ground, and then the scenery in the painting rose from the ground one by one, and in the blink of an eye, a new virtual realm was formed.

His eyes were closed, and he watched in amazement at the change.

It's a pity that when the cold wind blows, it brings illusory gases that gather over the shoreless lake, surrounding him and Jiang Nanjun, blocking his invisible vision, so that he can only feel that the new scenery is yellow and clear, but he can't see the specific contents.

The shoreless lake was swept away, and the cold wind naturally stopped blowing. After the new scroll unfolded, he felt the wind again, but now the wind is not only not cold, but also warm, with the fragrance of ears of wheat.

"Ears of wheat?" he was startled, and he opened his eyes as he struggled hesitantly.

At this time, the warm wind blew away the fog formed by the gas, and he saw clearly that the new picture scroll under his feet was the golden wheat field behind Shimo Village.