Finally leveling the sea level, Tyrant wiped his forehead and said, "I'm tired, today's energy consumption will take at least a week to make up." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Fang Xingjian took a deep breath, and the wind and clouds flowed around him, as if a strong wind was blowing.

Inhaled a large amount of Aether Addict into his lungs in one go, but it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the consumption just now.

Fang Xingjian said: "Although the concentration of the Aether Fans has increased a lot, our Aether organs are not complete, and the ability to absorb the energy and information of the Aether Fans is insufficient, and the recovery is still too slow compared to our consumption. ”

Tyrant felt the aetheric fan in the air, and said: "With such a high concentration, although many people are cultivating quickly, if the knight of the second turn is not willful, it will be easier to go mad in the face of so many times more information, right?"

Fang Xingjian nodded, looking at the direction where the sea god was in the seawater, and Tyrant on the side also looked over: "Purple little fish? Oh, no, it seems to be a demonic warrior?"

Just when the two of them looked at the sea god, the sea god's face suddenly turned white, his muscles trembled violently, as if it was a lightning bolt, and the purple light all over his body skyrocketed, as if he was going to cut the entire sea in half in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he had already traveled a distance of more than ten kilometers, as if something was chasing him.

'Let's go!'

'There is such a terrifying guy in the Miracle Continent. ’

'Go north, you must not be an enemy of these two people. ’

In an instant, the sea god left far away, vowing in his heart to stay away from the west coast from now on and never come again.

Tyrant licked his lips, looked at the sea god who fled into the distance with some greed, touched his white hair and said, "Don't you catch him?"

"I don't know, I don't have a grudge, don't pay attention to him. Fang Xingjian looked in the direction of Daxi City and said, "Let's go, go back." ”

......

Daxi City, a luxurious and unusual manor, is dark at the moment, and all the servants have disappeared and become ghostly.

This is Hilbrand's original manor, this pride of the sky, the top three of the state college, since three months ago the pillar of the family, a perfect demigod powerhouse, after the death of his grandfather, the status of the family is declining, the various divisions are fighting with each other, the power and wealth are constantly disintegrating, his whole person is depressed, and all the subordinates in the manor are dissolved.

It is said that he borrowed wine every day to drown his sorrows, and from time to time there were screams of fear in the depths of the manor.

In the basement of the manor, Hilbrand knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, his eyes widened, his pupils moved unconsciously, and the expression on his face was extremely hideous.

"Get out!"

"You're all going to get me out!"

"It's useless, hand over your body. ”

"Give it to me!"

"No, give me the body!"

"Get out of here, his body is mine!"

In the past three months, the concentration of the Aether Fan has increased rapidly, not only has there been more energy, but the information contained in the Aether Fan has also increased, and the cultivation of the Titled Knight has also been tested more will.

The ether fan contains all kinds of information about the past, present, and future, and of course, it also contains a lot of personal information.

The experience, history and other information in it have both advantages and disadvantages for many knights.

It's like when Fang Xingjian was in the Holy Land, his will was strong enough to directly learn the swordsmanship experience left by the masters in the past.

Those who are weak-willed will be affected by personal information and go crazy.

Therefore, in the face of the rapidly improving Aether fan, the powerful knight can directly read this information, remove its dross and extract its essence, and further improve his cultivation.

And people with insufficient will may go crazy and may be vegetative.

Even because the concentration of ether fans is too high and there is too much information, it has an impact that is not usually possible, that is, the cultivator is affected by these personal information, resulting in a split personality.

As if possessed by the legendary undead, the undead were resurrected.

And Hilbrand has been at the lowest point of his life for the past three months, and under such circumstances, a large amount of information poured into his mind, many of which represented personal memories, emotions and other things slowly settled in his mind, making his brain more and more chaotic.

In the sea of Hilbrand's knowledge, a middle-aged man with red hair said: "Give up, Hilbrand, your current will is already full of holes, and if you continue like this, more and more personal information will enter your brain, and you will go completely crazy." ”

Another fat man with blond hair came out of his consciousness and said, "Damn, this is the first time I've encountered this situation, and the last time I woke up was hundreds of years ago." ”

"It's not called awakening. A monster covered in countless heads and tentacles said, "It's just that the concentration of the Aether Fan has increased, and those of us who have already died have been resurrected again with the help of his brain because of the influx of personal information into his body." ”

"As a ghost?"

It could also be said to be his other personality. ”

Dozens of bizarre consciousnesses are constantly arguing in Hilbrand's brain, trying to snatch their own living space.

Hilbrand yelled, "Get out of here!"

"What are you kidding, I was the number one swordsman in the mainland 300 years ago......"

"I am the King of the Holy See of Truth......"

"Hey, hey, hey, I want to kill all of you......"

"I am a thousand years ago, the first day of the dark arts, the king of the dark evil, listen to me......"

"Everybody wait, hear what this idiot has to say. ”

Those who can leave their own information in the Aether Fan, and still survive entering the sea of knight knowledge, and even 'resurrect' in the consciousness of the titled knight, are all strong people.

Now Hillbrand has absorbed too much personal information and memories in the sea of knowledge, and once the quarrel starts, no one will be convinced at all, and the quarrel will not be able to achieve a result.

At this moment, in Hilbrand's mind, there was once again a group of consciousness that began to revive after the memory and other information were sufficient.

In the middle of the sea of knowledge, a man in a white coat slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him, there were giants thousands of times higher than him, monsters that were extremely hideous, and there were kings who seemed to rule the world.

Looking at these other wills that exuded an incomparably dangerous aura, the white coat rubbed his eyes and said, "Did I dream?" He felt his body and said, "Can anyone explain what this is about?"

"Waste wood. A strong man in golden armor riding on top of a black dragon said, "I am Morodo, King of the Sea, King of the Sky, King of the Earth, soaring on the throne of the gods......

Another child in a dress said impatiently: "It's just the little island master, the third level of god-level cultivation, from 3,000 years ago, if you were born five hundred years later, the old lady would definitely make you a ball to kick." ”

The little girl looked at the white coat and said, "Boy, the Seventh Age is coming, do you understand? Anyway, this body is in a very bad state, you should report the origin first, if it is big enough, we may listen to you." ”

Countless monsters, heroes, and mages looked at the white coat, and the white coat blinked and said, "Uh, I remember that I used to work at the Beijing Mental Health Center. (To be continued.) )