Mo He tried to reconstruct the five senses with consciousness,

only to find out that it was only in vain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he was building the picture, he forgot about the sound.

When the sound was recovered, the picture was lost again.

Why am I so desperate?

Mo He's consciousness seemed to be slumped on the ground.

He didn't actually feel tired, he just felt tired habitually.

Where is the direction of this void and darkness?

Where am I?

Still in the arena?

Fighting, fighting is still going on or is it already over?

Am I alive or dead?

Mo He's consciousness circled back to this question, like a prisoner who had been locked up in a prison for a long time and had not seen the light of day.

The prisoner can still see the cage, but Mo He can't.

The prisoner could still hear the sounds outside the cage, but Mo He couldn't hear any other sounds except for his own consciousness talking.

Even if the prisoner is deaf or blind, he can at least touch the cage.

But Mo He couldn't feel anything, and his consciousness had gradually adapted to the feeling of not having a body.

It's a very primitive feeling, like going back to your mother's womb, having no impression of everything, no sense of everything.

Mo He only imagined that he was in the womb of a certain mother, but in fact, the fetus was unconscious when it was in the mother's womb.

It is simply impossible to remember these things.

Light?!

How can there be light?

A ray of light shone on Mo He in the darkness.

This is an export?

Mo He wanted to see where the light came from, but found that he had no body and no sense of direction.

There's no way to move forward, and you don't even know which side of the light is the beginning and which side is the end.

What can I do now?

Mo Ho tried to do whatever came to mind.

But I found that I couldn't do anything but think.

No, there's one more thing you can do, look at this glimmer of light.

What's the use of looking at the light?

Mo He asked himself rhetorically while looking at the light with his consciousness.

He didn't know what the point was either.

The light did not change, nor did he...... No, he has changed.

How did this light come about?

Where does it come from?

At present, it seems that Mo He can only guess the answer to his own thoughts.

The light still hasn't changed, there's no sound around, nothing new is coming.

Mo He's consciousness has no new gains, and it is only those few questions when he thinks about it.

He is like a spinning top, spinning in place by himself, turning to find that he is still in the same place.

I also dizzy myself.

Spinning tops?

It would be fun to have a spinning top on this ray.

Mo He's consciousness began to imagine a spinning top spinning on the light.

The spinning top is spinning, and it's also moving forward, along with the light.

But the distance ahead is limited.

Mo He's consciousness can see this light at a limited distance.

That's not going to turn on this line!

The spinning top of Mo He's conscious imagination began to break away from the light, but it fell under the endless void in an instant.

Gravity?

No! It's my own inertial simulation of gravity!

Mo He gradually sank into consciousness and began to ask and answer questions to himself.

And this light?!

It doesn't exist, but what does it represent?

Nothing represents?!

Doesn't it mean that it doesn't make sense?!

Does it make sense?!

The meaning of my study of this light is to get out from here.

Am I locked up?

I'm going out, where am I going out?

Where is this? Am I really here?

Mo He's thoughts became more and more chaotic, and he found that the ray of light had also disappeared.

Consciousness returns to the darkness of nothingness.

......

"The light is there!"

An old man's voice suddenly rang out.

"Who?!"

Mo He's consciousness asked loudly.

......

No one answered.

Someone was talking just now, it was an old man.

"Silly boy!

The old man's voice rang out without warning.

"Ahh

Mo He was pleasantly surprised, that sentence was too familiar.

That's right! It must be grandpa.

Mo He recalled that when he was six years old, his grandfather was training him to practice martial arts.

It was dark and cold, and he was woken up by his grandfather from the bed.

At that time, Mo He said, "There is no light! I can't see anything." ”

But Grandpa told him what he had just said.

"Silly boy!

"Where?"

"Right there!"

Mo He really saw the light.

This time it's not a line, it's a piece.

The dark nothingness brightened.

White nothingness, or nothing.

"The voice is there!"

Mo He learned from his grandfather's words.

After a while, there was really a sound of downtown noise.

"Uncle, do you want to buy melons? Look at this melon, it's sweet. ”

"Uncle, buy some dates for your grandson. The jujube kernel is small and has a lot of meat, and it was just beaten yesterday. ”

......

"It's all there!"

Mo He said a sentence lightly.

The things that disappeared in an instant and could not be received by the five senses have returned.

Not through the organs, but through consciousness.

The picture has no color and is black and white.

The higher the energy part is brighter, and the lower energy part is darker.

He saw the water moon, and he was beside him.

He saw the twelve-o'clock demon guard, holding a gray spear and stabbing at the water moon.

But the speed of the spear was very slow, as if Mo He was watching in slow motion.

Mo He remembered to save Shui Yue, and he saw that his magic dragon spear was still in his hand, and it was actually a white spear.

In this black and white world, it is so clearly recognizable.

The Demon Dragon Spear had many silk threads and Mo He's arms intertwined with each other, and the tiny white two dots continued to flow in and out along the silk threads.

Part of it flows from the Dragon Lance to the arm, and part of it flows from the arm to the Dragon Lance.

Mo He noticed another white object slowly approaching in his direction.

After distinguishing the shape of the object, Mo He knew that it was Wren's thundering shield.

The Thundering Shield was thrown at Wren, who was going to use his shield to block the Demon Guard's spear.

Mo He looked at Wren, who was kneeling up from the ground a few meters away, and smiled at him.

The speed of the Thunder Shield is a little faster than the speed of the Demon Guard's spear, and at this speed and distance, Wren's Thunder Shield is too late to stop the Demon Guard's spear.

Immersed in this inexplicable black and white world, Mo He did not feel a trace of unease, but felt very calm inside.

Mo He got up from the ground, walked to the thundering shield, and held the shield in his hand.

Then he turned and walked back to Shui Yue, placed the shield on Shui Yue, and then used the Demon Dragon Gun to flick the Demon Guard's spear aside.

The speed of everything suddenly returned.

The sound of the spear inserting into the stone slab, and the sound of the wind that had not arrived when the thundering shield was thrown over all came into Mo He's consciousness.

These voices were not harsh, because Mo He didn't hear them with his ears at all.

After all kinds of attacks ended, the world in Mo He's eyes returned to the slow-motion effect again.

Mo He looked closely at the demon guard, and a few shiny white spots appeared on the originally dull body.

The largest white spots are on the forehead, followed by the shoulders and the chest and abdomen.

There are bright lines between the bright spots, and small bright spots shuttle back and forth on the bright lines.

Mo He casually stabbed the Demon Dragon Spear at those bright spots.

The dragon spear stabbed into the body of the twelve-point demon guard with surprising ease, as if the body was made of tofu instead of hard hedron.

After all this, the demon guard's spear had not yet been fully pulled out of the stone slab.

Shui Yue finally reacted at this time, she held the edge of the thundering shield in one hand, and swung her knife in the other to cut the spear of the demon guard.

And Shui Yue's beautiful eyes stared in the direction of Mo He in surprise.

Mo He squatted in front of Shui Yue to see, there was nothing to do, so he stood up with confidence and turned to face the demon guard.

The speed of the black and white world returned to its original state again, and the demon guard retreated five or six steps in a row before stopping, and he already had five more rounded gun holes on his body.

The demon guard fell to his knees, and the spear rolled to the ground, and he had lost his vitality.

At this moment, Mo He's five senses returned, and the wonderful black and white world was gradually replaced by color.

But Mo He didn't have the joy of victory at all in his heart, he also sat on the ground, motionless, as if his life had left with the twelve o'clock demon guards.

"Mo Hejun! You are so powerful!

Shui Yue stood beside Mo He with a look of adoration, and her posture was respectful, as if an apprentice was standing beside his master and listening to the teachings.

Wren, who arrived later, asked with a puzzled expression:

"What's wrong with you, why are you sitting in a daze?"

He also wanted to reach out to pat Mo He on the shoulder, but was stopped by Shui Yue's hand and returned the Thunder Shield to Wren.

"Shh

Shui Yue made a silent gesture to Renne, and no matter how dull Renne was, he knew that Mo He was now at a critical moment.

Rooney is still fighting with the two-point demon guard on the side, to be precise, with the mirror image clone of the two-point demon guard.

This mirror doppelganger looks the same as Rooney, except that the color is dark black.

Mirror image and Rooney are actually inseparable.

Shui Yue was worried that their battle would be close to Mo He's side, affecting Mo He's current state,

So he left Mo He's side to help Rooney solve the battle.

However, the addition of Shui Yue did not make the battle easier, and the two demon guards actually separated into a mirror image, and this mirror image was actually the same as Shui Yue's touch.

It is difficult to imitate a person's attack speed and moves, but this mirror image is actually like the reflection in the mirror of Shui Yue, and every attack of Shui Yue is accurately blocked, and it is blocked by the same tricks.

After another five minutes of fighting, Rooney and Shui Yue still did not distinguish the victory or defeat with the mirror image of the two-point demon guard.

The two-point demon guard had been standing in place and watching the battle, and at his feet was still lying Sephie, who had lost too much blood and had passed out.

During this period, Wren had been guarding Mo He with the Thunder Shield, and he vaguely felt that the key to the victory or defeat of the battle with the two-point demon guard was Mo He.

When Mo He killed the twelve demon guards just now, he couldn't see Mo He's movements clearly.

He just saw that the thundering shield he had thrown over was lying on Shui Yue's body for some reason, and the spear attack of the twelve demon guards was deflected.

The next scene was even more weird, the twelve o'clock demon guard actually retreated inexplicably, and then a few holes appeared in his body.

When the ghoul reported that the demon guard had been killed by Mo He of the Sixth, Wren dared to believe that the holes were caused by Mo He.

But Mo He's movements from beginning to end, Ren didn't see any clearly.

"Is this still the Mohe we know?"

Wren glanced at Mo He, who was still sitting in a daze, with some uneasiness.