"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die......" Lan Lingmu kept repeating the words "I can't die" with his only remaining consciousness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And just then, a strange voice suddenly appeared.

"Huh, the kid isn't dead yet! It seems that the ability to survive and the desire to survive are quite strong...... Not right!!"

A powerful divine sense swept away Lan Lingmu slightly, almost crushing his resentful power shield, and at the same time, leaving his body to one side, almost ending his life.

"Haha, I didn't expect it to be 'the power of hate'. I didn't expect that there would be someone in this lower realm who could cultivate the 'Power of Hatred'!"

The voice was a little excited, but suddenly fell silent, as if thinking about something. There was silence for a while, and just when Lan Lingmu was about to die of dehydration, he finished thinking.

"Boy, since your desire to survive is so strong, and you know the 'power of hate', then I will help you to let you soar to the highest level as soon as possible, so as to avenge me!"

After speaking, the white light cluster extended out a white vertebral thorn, piercing into the black light cluster, aiming directly at Lan Lingmu. However, the black light cluster seemed to be very unhappy, eroding the white vertebral spines that pierced in, and the white vertebral spines gradually dissipated.

"Hmph, the little 'power of the dead yin' still dares to resist the master's consciousness, it's really impatient. ”

After finishing speaking, a huge white vertebral thorn pierced into the black light cluster, and the white vertebral thorn was twice as thick as Mu. Now, even the black light cluster couldn't stop the white spines. Moreover, in order to punish the black light cluster, the white light cluster is also dissolving the black light cluster. The junction of the two light clusters made a splashing sound, causing the black light clusters to tremble for a while.

That's when the unexpected happened.

The black light cluster seemed to be unable to withstand the erosion of the white light cluster, and even turned into a black vertebral thorn, which instantly pierced the shield formed by the power of resentment and pierced into Lan Lingmu's body, making Lan Lingmu's body tremble. Then, the black light group continued to shrink, and it continued to pour into Lan Lingmu's body.

"Bold little black, the person I want to save, you dare to kill him?" The voice was very angry, and the white vertebral thorns suddenly increased, and they also pierced into Lan Lingmu's body. The movement was very large, but it did not cause Lan Lingmu's body to tremble.

"Xiao Hei, stop!" the voice scolded again. However, this made the invasion of the black light even faster.

"Grass and mud horse!" Now the voice couldn't hold back anymore, and directly scolded, "Damn Xiao Hei, you want to take his body?

said that he wanted to, and it didn't matter if he could save people or not, he turned into several white vertebral spines and stabbed directly at Lan Lingmu's body.

Of course, these spines do not leave any wounds.

At this time, the black light cluster had all entered Lan Lingmu's body, turning into a black light scurrying around in his body, further destroying his nerves and muscles, and the place where he passed was like a hundred-year-old dry corpse.

The white light cluster also turned into a white light, chasing the black light cluster, restoring all the nerves and muscles damaged by the black light cluster, and not only that, but the restored skin was as tender as a baby.

The black and white light clusters swam in Lan Lingmu's body, completely ignoring his feelings. His body is like a weed on the grassland, chased by black and white light clusters, "one withered and one prosperous". It made him feel like he was constantly torn between heaven and hell, the comfort of heaven and the pain of hell.

In fact, pain is not terrible, and continuous pain can make people numb to pain. However, the intermittent pain is terrible, and it reminds you that you are always in fresh pain, and it seems that you can never escape its palm.

Comfort and pain alternate to produce fresh suffering, torturing the body as well as the spirit.

At this time, Lan Lingmu's eyes were cracked, his hands and feet were thrown wildly, his mouth was wide open, and he wanted to shout, but he found that he couldn't make any sound at all.

The wandering of the black light ball withered his flesh, different from the pain of a weapon cut, it was a hot pain, and the junction between withering and withering was a kind of itching, an itch that made him unable to breathe, and he was so painful that he wanted to tear it off. However, when he was about to tear it off, the white light suddenly appeared, restoring the withered part of the flesh to its original state, and bringing a burst of crispy numbness like massaging the muscles, and the recovered muscles had a sense of vitality like a newborn baby, and the skin became as tender as a baby. When he grabbed his hand, it left a few scratches on the baby's skin, but the next second the scratches disappeared.

The black light passed through his brain and heart more than once, but just when he thought he was going to die, the white light brought him back to life. This is also because Lan Lingmu can reshape his body when he reaches the Jieli realm, and his soul will not dissipate immediately, so that the white light group can be saved.

The black and white light cluster is swimming in Lan Lingmu's body, and because of the white light cluster, he can't be unconscious at all. In this way, he tossed Lan Lingmu for an hour. After all, the white light cluster is stronger than the black light cluster, and after tossing for an hour, the black light cluster was finally subdued.

A white ball of light only the size of a basketball slowly floated out of Lan Lingmu's body, and when the white light cluster floated out, Lan Lingmu's body suddenly fell from mid-air. At this time, he was only three feet away from the ground, and he fell to the ground with a muffled sound of sandbags falling to the ground. This distance was not at all different for him before, but after the torture he had just experienced, his spirit was extremely exhausted. The white light can repair the injured body, but it cannot restore the spirit.

After Lan Lingmu fell to the ground, he passed out.

If you don't look closely at the huge deep cavern, you will feel that it is a thousand darkness. If you look closely, you will see a faint white spot at the bottom of the cave, which is a white light cluster.

The white light was so tired, the light was a little dim, and it floated in the air for a while before landing on Lan Lingmu's chest.

"Hey, boy!"

A voice woke Lan Lingmu up, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a white space, surrounded by blank space.

"Hey, boy, I'm in front of you! Where are you looking?"

"Ahead?" Lan Lingmu looked ahead, but there was nothing.

"Look down!" the voice was a little helpless.

Hearing this, Lan Lingmu lowered his head and saw a villain with a faint white light. The white light villain was only an inch tall, but he was dignified, handsome, and elegant, making Lan Lingmu mistakenly think that this person was a delicate short sword.

"Finally see me, alas!" The white light villain was also a little helpless, and finally gave up his position on Lan Lingmu's chest and floated to Lan Lingmu's eyes.

"Are you ......" Lan Lingmu looked at the white-light villain in front of him, looking confused.

"Who am I...... I forgot too!" The white light villain seemed to be reluctant to mention his identity, turned his head unnaturally, and then looked at Lan Lingmu again, and said, "However, you can call me 'God'." The white light villain thought for a moment and said, "Well, there's absolutely no problem with you calling me 'God'. ”

At this time, Lan Lingmu couldn't react a little, a person suddenly appeared in front of him, and then asked himself to call him "God", which made it difficult for everyone to accept.

Lan Lingmu thought to herself: God ...... Nerve it!

But the next sentence of the white light villain stunned him.

"For you people from the lower realms, people from the highest realms can be regarded as god-like beings, not to mention that I am still a ...... in the highest realms"

"What's in the Highest Realm?"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing! I have long forgotten who I am, hehe!"

Since the other party had no intention of revealing his identity, Lan Lingmu didn't want to continue to ask.

"Did you save me?"

"Yes, I see that you have the 'power of hatred', so I will save it with kindness, and if it were someone else, I will not save it. There's no one else here, though, and you're the first to get here. In other words, where did you get your 'power of hatred' cultivated, I remember that the fanatics of the highest realm are all ...... Those who do not pass on the exercises. As he spoke, the white light villain looked around Lan Lingmu for a while, and was just about to see the reason from Lan Lingmu's surface.

"I don't know what you mean by 'the power of hate'?" After all, the "Crazy Classic" means a lot to Lan Lingmu, and it is impossible for him to be told by others that he has the "Crazy Classic" just like that, even if that person is his savior.

Lan Lingmu suddenly thought of a question, when he fell into the black light cluster, he vaguely heard something "little black", it must be the black light cluster, right?

When Lan Lingmu asked, the white light villain smiled awkwardly: "That is the mutation that occurred after I died, I originally cultivated the 'power of the yang generation', and after I died, I partially mutated into the 'power of the yin of death'." Although I could suppress it, it was more powerful than I thought, erupting regularly, and even I had to avoid three points. ”

Speaking of this, the white light villain suddenly felt that he was talking about himself weakly, so he hurriedly defended: "Of course, I avoided it in order not to hurt myself. If I'm serious, I can wipe it out completely, but I'll also be devastated, just like now. ”

"Since your vitality is badly damaged, why did you save me?

"Didn't I say that I was kind when I saw that you had the 'power of hatred'. And when I said save you, it happened to be against me. I can't help it, I'm always doing what I say, so I saved you in a fit of rage, and wiped it out by the way. ”

These words made Lan Lingmu feel embarrassed for a while, and when he saw that I had the "power of resentment", he was kind, isn't this a plot? And how angry are you when you let yourself be hurt by your anger?

"What kind of expression do you have?" The white light villain felt Lan Lingmu's strange expression, and instantly glanced sideways, wary of Lan Lingmu.

Lan Lingmu didn't believe that the white light villain saved him for no reason, and he must have a motive. There must be a motive for killing, this is the common sense of killers. Again, it makes sense here.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Lan Lingmu said bluntly.

"This ......" The white light villain was embarrassed, touched the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Originally, I really only saved you with kindness for a while, because you had the 'power of hatred' that made me curious, so I saved you with kindness." However, I had an idea just now, hehe!"

The white-light villain smiled, a little sinisterly.

"I think if you're lucky, you might be able to soar to the highest level. After reaching the highest realm, you help me catch a person who cultivates the 'power of life' ......, tsk, it would be even better if I could find someone who was the power of the 'power of life'. So let's make a deal. The white light villain looked at Lan Lingmu with a smile on his face and continued, "If you are willing to promise to help me catch the 'power of life', I will give you this last trace of the 'power of death yin' and give you a 'power of life', you can try to control them, just like you can control your 'power of hate', if you control it well, it will be infinitely powerful." If you really can't control it, you can also fuse it into a bead and take it out of your body, so that there is no danger to your life. ”

"If you can help me catch a person who is the power of the 'power of the yang', hehe, I will not only give you the 'power of the yang' and the 'power of the dead yin', but I can also promise you that after seizing the body of the person who is the power of the 'power of the yang', you will be a thug for a hundred years. Although I can't recover all the Yuan Force in a short period of time, the Sancheng Yuan Force is still fine, and the Sancheng Yuan Force can also solve most of the problems. Well, no matter what the outcome is, this deal is a big profit for you!"

"I don't understand, what's the difference between 'the power of life' and the 'power of life'?" Actually, Lan Lingmu also wanted to ask if there was any difference between the "power of hatred" and the "power of resentment", but this was a secret in his heart, and he couldn't say it casually.

"How to say it...... 'power of life' is second to 'power of yang', and it is evolved from 'power of yang', it can be said that 'power of life' is the descendant, and 'power of yang' is the ancestor, in other words, 'power of life' is a fake of 'power of yang'. Sometimes there is only one original, or several, but there are tens of millions of fakes. The power of the 'power of the sun' is incomparable to the 'power of life'. ”

"I see!" Lan Ling Mu Mu thought for a while, thinking: Could it be that the "power of resentment" is not the ancestor of the "power of hate"? Is it "genuine"?

"After all that, do you agree or not?" the white light villain was a little impatient.

"Promise! Why don't you agree!" Lan Lingmu was in a very good mood and thought: My "Crazy Classic" is genuine.

(This chapter focuses on some common knowledge of the highest realm.) ）

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