When Zhang Jingmu heard that Liu Ling could call out his name, he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, and the tears slipped down, but they were condensed into ice tears on his face by the cold air emitted by his body.

Impossible, impossible, how could he possibly wake up Liu Ling? Liu Dong couldn't believe his ears, Liu Ling, who was controlled by the talisman array he cast, actually shouted Zhang Jingmu's name, how could this be possible.

Can't, can't let him wake up Liu Ling. Liu Dong knew this very well, and he couldn't let his life's work go to waste. There must be some way, there must be some way to stimulate Liu Ling, Liu Dong was thinking desperately, and suddenly remembered Liu Ling's reaction when she lost control and wanted to kill Zhang Hao in the world, and she only reacted to one word.

Liu Dong grabbed this point and shouted at Liu Ling: "Kill him!"

At that moment, the glimmer of brilliance that had finally emerged in Liu Ling's eyes was once again overwhelmed by godlessness and chaos. Zhang Jingmu watched as the trace of Liu Ling's own consciousness slipped away in front of him, but he couldn't keep her: "Don't!

Broken Blood!

The blood-red smell burst out from Liu Ling's body again, the ice marks were broken, and Zhang Jingmu was blown out, but these hands failed to catch Liu Ling.

The frosty trapped ice that blocked Liu Dong was also destroyed by Liu Ling's broken objects at this moment, although Liu Dong was freed from it, but this time he was not left by Liu Ling's hand, he was directly blown away, and landed in Zhang Jingmu's pile of ice crystal palaces that had become ruins, and similarly, Zhang Haotian, who was in phantom limb pain, was also blown in, and that kind of intense pain made him unable to use the instrument hall at all.

The instrument hall he entrusted was not harvested, and he had already got it, but he didn't expect that after the accident, he couldn't use it at all, it seems that Zhang Haotian still overestimated his ability to bear it. But Zhang Haotian can't be blamed for this, after all, the phantom limb pain this time is different from the past, and it has been raised to the level of extreme pain.

Zhang Jingmu was blown into the air, and the hand was still stretched out towards Liu Ling, but she was getting farther and farther away from herself, she couldn't, she couldn't just let go of her hand, she couldn't just let Liu Ling be in the darkness of not seeing the world.

Wisdom Beginning: Heavy Battle.

With a small spell, Zhang Jingmu's weight and physical strength were greatly improved, reaching the point where he couldn't shake him at all. Zhang Jingmu landed directly on the bronze array, and Zhang Jingmu's feet directly stepped on the bronze array and recessed it.

"Liu Ling!" Zhang Jingmu hissed and shouted out, what could he do other than call her name? at least he couldn't let her continue in this state anymore, stop her, Zhang Jingmu knew that he only had this answer, but he didn't want to admit it, how good it would be if he could awaken Liu Ling's consciousness just now, so that he didn't have to fight Liu Ling.

But the reality is not so innocent and beautiful, and it likes to give people cruelty the most.

A thousand lives, a thousand ice layers.

The sharp ice ridge broke through directly towards Liu Ling, paving a path of ice ridge that could not be put on his feet. Seeing that the sharpest ice edge was about to hit Liu Ling directly at the end, she didn't stand in place dumbfounded, her current actions had one purpose, to kill Zhang Jingmu, mercilessly.

Bloody Inheritance: Finger Break!

Liu Ling only stretched out one finger, and to Zhang Jingmu's surprise, he rushed directly towards Qian Bingsheng. Zhang Jingmu originally thought that Liu Linghui would choose to dodge, and then attack him, he even came up with a way to deal with this situation, but Liu Ling didn't act as he imagined at all, but directly faced his Thousand Ice Layer.

Seeing Liu Ling's movements, Zhang Jingmu was dumbfounded, and watched Liu Ling break through his thousand ice layers with his longitudinal fingers as easily as if he were stabbing tofu. At this moment, Zhang Jingmu felt the disparity in strength between the two.

Even if he used the True Form Solution, the perception between him and the Blood Inheritance Girl could not be compensated for by one or two spells. What the hell is Blood Chengwen? Is it really an existence that can be dealt with by a talisman master? Zhang Jingmu couldn't help but ask himself.

Just as he wavered, Liu Ling had already come to Zhang Jingmu's body expressionlessly, but the thousand ice was shattered, and the vertical fingers were also destroyed, and Liu Ling was not able to penetrate Zhang Jingmu's chest directly with the vertical fingers.

With a finger withdrawn, Liu Ling's slender hand opened, facing Zhang Jingmu with his palm, Zhang Jingmu seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, there was no movement at all, he had never experienced a real talisman fight, and in the face of such a hopeless crushing strength, he had no courage to continue to resist.

Blood, collapse and heavenly pressure.

This time, the collapse of the heavenly pressure did not push Zhang Jingmu out, after all, the physique of the heavy body battle was there, but the octagonal blood-colored pattern still fixed Zhang Jingmu's hands and feet to death, Zhang Jingmu couldn't escape even if he wanted to, although he had no intention of escaping at all.

Liu Ling tapped the bronze array with one foot, and slowly floated back, her hand aimed at the center of the collapsed heavenly pressure, and the layers overlapped, and the longitudinal lines were obviously shattered, and Shura was about to be unleashed by her.

Liu Ling, if I were a more powerful talisman, would I be able to save you back? Zhang Jingmu couldn't help but close his eyes, gave up struggling, and closed his eyes.

Shattered Shura fell towards Zhang Jingmu like a fallen fruit.

......

All kinds of pain appeared in the position of his right hand, and his consciousness was completely deprived of pain, Zhang Haotian had never tried to taste this pain, but it was not the pain that appeared on him, but the damn right arm that had been lost.

Why? Why can't he get rid of this damn phantom limb pain? Zhang Haotian couldn't figure it out, he had obviously tried his best, but he just couldn't get rid of the phantom limb pain completely.

Playing chess, chatting, desperately looking for something to do for yourself, anyone looking for something to do for themselves will not refuse, want to forget, but can't forget.

It's good if he didn't lose his arm, Zhang Haotian actually thought so all the time in his heart, if he hadn't lost his arm, he wouldn't have phantom limb pain, and if he was in this situation today, he wouldn't have been made into this ghost by Liu Ling's trick.

Even if it is replaced by other mental torture, it will not be as it is now, and there is no way to resist at all. Is he too anxious? Everyone is letting him go with the flow, but he has already gone with the flow, continuing with the life of the past, and not giving up on himself because of the broken arm, but why? Why does the phantom limb pain still refuse to let him go, why does Liu Ling show him a deep fear of him, or let the phantom limb pain completely erupt.

It would be nice if there were hands, it would be nice if there were hands, it would be nice if there were hands...... Zhang Haotian, who was tormented by the endless phantom limb pain that reached the boundary, and his brain occupied by the sense of pain, seemed to have been repeating this sentence endlessly.

...... It would be nice if there were hands, it would be nice if there were hands, and if ...... Why don't you make a hand yourself? A voice sounded quietly in the depths of his heart, and he still remembered that memory, that feeling, it was the treasure left to him by Minton Dao Xin, he only needed to untie a small crack and take out the treasure he wanted the most.

It would be nice if there were hands...... Why don't you make a hand yourself? At this moment, Long Wen appeared in Zhang Haotian's brain, and the rune path was gradually lit up in his mind, which was a familiar feeling to him.