"I've been in another world for too long, it's time to go back." Tu Shan Linglong ignored the sky and glared at Mo Xiantian.

It seemed to be a concerned advice on his lips, but he had thrown a brilliant lightsaber in his hand.

Mo Ninglong raised his head.

The scarlet pattern spreads to the cheeks.

The lightsaber was far faster than the speed of the sound, so slow in sight at the moment.

The third and fourth tails, unfolded.

Mo Ninglong chose to use his hand to catch the lightsaber.

Ten meters, nine meters.

The suffocating wind pressure came to his face, and Mo Ninglong danced wildly with green hair.

Eight meters, seven meters.

In Mo Ninglong's hands, a layer of transparent techniques unfolded.

The familiar structure of the operation made Tu Shan Linglong recognize the name of the operation at first sight.

【The Fourth Addition of the Ages】

Seven meters, six meters...... One meter!

The lightsaber slammed into the light curtain and turned into ignorant particles of light.

Have you started recovering your memories?

Hooking the corners of his lips, Tu Shan Linglong opened his arms, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

That's the result of countless spells!

The sword rain in the sky fell as Tu Shan's delicate hands fell, and they quickly fell to the ground.

If such an attack falls, this windswept city will be bad!

The onlookers finally couldn't sit still, and they used their own stunts to protect the Wind Absolute City.

But Tu Shan's exquisite blow, how can they be blocked by these ants.

The level of cultivation is just a gap of a few more seconds.

At the moment when the sword rain was about to land, Mo Ninglong violently expanded the protection he was holding in his hand.

Doing so might make the defense low, but if it's just these normal lightsabers......

Enough is enough.

A simple transparent barrier, but it was a blow that was enough to destroy the city.

Such a result is not unexpected.

"It's time to go back." Tu Shan Linglong rushed to Mo Ninglong's side, pinched his neck tightly with one hand, and lifted him high.

Gray smoke and dust poured out from Mo Ninglong's mouth, nose and ears, and all of them were sucked into Tu Shan Linglong's stomach.

It was one, and it should have been fairly easy to integrate, but at this moment, because of the hatred and unwillingness of one party, there was a huge problem.

"Hmph, it's just a grasshopper after autumn." Tu Shan Linglong felt the resistance of another consciousness and sneered.

Give me an extinguishment.

Tu Shan Linglong stared at the scarlet eyes, gritted his teeth and launched an attack on the crippled consciousness in his body.

Strange expressions kept changing on her face.

Hideous, indifferent, ecstatic, sorrowful.

It's like a madman.

Seeing this scene, the world consciousness that was in a state of repairing itself happily witnessed the whole process of Mo Ninglong's madness.

Consciousness can't be perfectly integrated, and your power stops there.

At this point, she had no interest in continuing to watch.

Just as she was about to withdraw her attention, a feeling of palpitations suddenly appeared.

It was as if a hammer had slammed into her heart.

"Such a feeling, such a power."

His gaze fell on Mo Ninglong, who was pinched by Tu Shanling.

Nine tails, slowly swinging.

Everything in time came to a standstill, and the black, white, and gray colors continued to erode everything around them.

Mo Ninglong, whose soul had been swallowed, returned to his body.

The pitch-black eyes fell indifferently on Tu Shan Linglong's body.

Backhanded, pinched the hand that grabbed the neck, and a crisp bone cracking sound appeared.

Tu Shan Linglong's face changed, and he stepped back suddenly: "Self world? ”

Mo Ninglong floats in mid-air, surrounded by buildings outlined in ink, like a painting.

The pure white hair was dyed black, and Mo Ninglong looked at Tu Shan Linglong blankly: "You and I are one." ”

"yes."

Tu Shan Linglong looked at the other party's unfolding world, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "If you lose, you lose to yourself, don't be wronged." ”

Mo Ninglong raised his hand, and the ink around him became a huge hand and pinched Tu Shan Linglong.

"Do you remember?"

Tu Shan Linglong, whose bones were shattered in an instant, had a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you remember everything?" ”

Mo Ninglong nodded, and shook his head again: "Who am I?" ”

"You're you, Mo Ninglong, and I'm just a copy."

Tu Shan Linglong let go of all defenses.

The soul came out of his body and burrowed into Mo Ninglong's body.

Mo Ninglong covered his head and let go of the ink giant hand.

Tu Shanlinglong, who was dying, fell to the ground, but was caught by Mo Ninglong.

"I see." Pursing his lips, Mo Ninglong closed his eyes.

Memories have told him everything.

It's just that......

Who else is he?

Is it the second son of the Mo family in this world, or the peerless powerhouse Tu Shan Linglong in the other world?

Maybe the former otaku is the real one.

Deep sigh.

Helpless mood.

Mo Ninglong slowly fell to the ground, looked around at the messy scene, and couldn't help but pull out an ugly smile.

Zhouzhuang dreams of butterflies, or butterflies dream of Zhouzhuang?

Bai, Qu Yanzhi, Xiao Li, Mu Yunling, Luo Ling, Bai Zhi, Liyin......

Are these people, and the world, real?

Everything was so sudden, so chaotic, like a dream.

The formation of Mo Ninglong's own world is precisely because of his deep doubts about this world.

True or false, who knows.

Mo Ninglong stretched out his hand and slowly crossed in front of him, omniscient and omnipotent, he is the true god in this world.

From nothing, two long swords, one large and one small, floated quietly around.

"Mu Yunling, Xiao Li."

Mo Ninglong stroked the long sword, as if stroking a lover.

In fact, this is indeed a lover.

Inside the larger sword was Mu Yunling's soul.

In the smaller sword, there is Xiao Li's soul.

"Soul, mysterious." If it weren't for being in this world, Mo Ninglong wouldn't be able to discern the strangeness.

After looking at it carefully, Mo Ninglong created another set of sword boxes for these two swords.

The white jade gilt trim is perfect for these two extremely delicate long swords.

Carrying the sword box, Mo Ninglong dodged and came to the crack in the ground.

Tu Shan, whose eyes were blank, lay in the rubble with cracks all over his body.

"I am me, Mo Ninglong, and Tu Shan Linglong."

Mo Ninglong stretched out his hand to the body.

Fingertips flashed with points of light, landing on the top of Tu Shan Linglong's head.

The corpse on the verge of collapse was repaired in the blink of an eye, and the light reappeared in his eyes.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

One black and one white like sisters.

"It's time to go." Mo Ninglong thought about Tu Shan Linglong and stretched out his hand.

Tu Shan Linglong took the outstretched hand and struggled to get up: "Yes, it's time to go." ”

The sisterly dialogue in the eyes of others is talking to himself here in Mo Ninglong.

One soul, two bodies, a man and a woman switch freely, everything is just a matter of whim.

The days of your dreams are as you like!

Disperse the world of black and white.

Mo Ninglong looked up and saw Mo Xiantian for the first time.

Mo was instinctively afraid, and his body kept trembling and looked at the two people in front of him.

What happened to the two people who were still fighting and killed before?

Thinking that the other party would lose both sides and gain the fisherman's profit, Mo Xiantian gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword.

Fear tended to him and he no longer faced the monster in front of him, but the identity of the head of the Mo family and the state of mind of the martial arts did not allow him to do so.