How ridiculous, I tried to get close to you, but you pushed me away again and again, and even tried to kill me.

And when I left, you chased after me.

If Shaminiye had understood human emotions and language, he would have been tempted to laugh at it.

But he didn't understand, he just felt a kind of absurdity, a deeper hatred and anger.

Because he knew that the reason why Xia Ming chased him in was not to hold him, hug him, and relive old dreams with him.

It's to kill Him further, to destroy Him, to stop Him from acting!

Perhaps because Wen Ling's mental space was completely opened, even if there was no spiritual connection between the two, Xia Ming entered this space in an instant.

But perhaps there is another possibility.

That is, Wen Ling is dead.

Her consciousness, her personality, and her soul all disappeared in this space, and she was ruthlessly crushed by Shaminiyer, so that he was able to enter this space of mind that had lost its master.

Such speculation made Xia Ming feel angry, feel cold, and feel a painful reappearance of the past.

Wen Ling didn't actually die.

When her little dark room was easily broken out by Shaminiyer, she hid in fear and shut herself up in the little black room.

Her awakening ability to close the small black house comes from the regret and pain, and from the psychology of desperately wanting to lock up such an ugly self from being seen.

So when she shut herself up, hid herself, and hid herself, for a moment, even Shaminiye didn't notice where she had hidden in the crevice between her minds.

She didn't dare to come out to make trouble, nor did she dare to expose herself, she just hid quietly in the small black room, perhaps because this spiritual space belonged to her, although she was locked in the small black room, she could still silently observe everything in the outside world.

Shaminiyah, who had an intelligence like a child, only thought that she had been killed by his incomparable will, and did not search carefully.

But it was precisely because of the hidden nature of the small black house that this spiritual space seemed to have lost its owner, and Xia Ming's consciousness easily broke in.

At this moment, Wen Ling was hiding in the small black room, and saw Xia Ming hugging her body and breaking into her heart.

It was the first time they had such intimate contact, not only physically, but even spiritually.

But none of this has anything to do with her.

Even the only thing she can do is to continue to hide herself, not to cause trouble to Xia Ming, and quietly wait for the final ending.

…… Good useless self.

In the mental space, because it is not his home turf, especially after Shaminiya bursts into greater power under the madness of hatred and disgust.

Xia Ming couldn't get close to her body.

His will has indeed become very strong after the experience of two dream worlds, especially the previous one.

But Shaminiye's will to explode at this moment is not only not lost to him, but also has the blessing of huge spiritual energy, he tried to get closer to Shaminiye again and again in the away battle, but Shaminiye just looked at him with pain and resentment, and the dazzling thunder turned into a storm of lightning, blocking him again and again, pushing him further.

Everything seems to be the other way around.

In the space of his mental consciousness, Shaminier approached him again and again, and was cruelly pushed away by him.

And in Wen Ling's consciousness space, he has become the one who wants to get close to him but is separated from him by the end of the world.

Not only in the mental space, but in the real world, the violent psionic energy also turned into raging electricity to fill the ruins of this Great Hall, constantly spreading outward.

If you don't stop all this, Brother Xia Zheng, Ying Caiqing, and maybe more innocent people......

Xia Ming rushed towards Shaminiye with all his might, and even roared at him:

"Shaminiyer! Don't you want my body! Here you go! I'll give it to you! Come into my body! ”

Shaminiye just looked at him bitterly and resentfully, and when he looked so anxious and angry, there was a rare joy in his heart.

That's what it is...... Do humans say they are relieved?

A tyrannical pleasure suddenly arose in his heart, a pleasure different from the pleasure that he missed twenty years ago, and he couldn't help but want to see more of this expression on Xia Ming's face.

- Such an expression of great anger, great anxiety, but nothing can be done.

It turns out that this is also a joy?

The joy of love and hate.

Shaminiye laughed silently.

His weird and distorted smile fell into Xia Ming's eyes, and it became a naked mockery.

Laugh at his incompetence, laugh at his powerlessness.

Yes, he has a system and a plug-in, and he can casually tune in a big person like Ming Nanyan Hina in the dream world, even in the face of a terrible evil god, he also has unlimited room for trial and error, and he can die casually.

But in reality, even if he had reached the fourth order, he was already considered to be the strongest category among most psionics.

But in the presence of the true evil gods, in the presence of true death.

He only had one chance.

If he takes one wrong step, he will die.

Not only himself, but also the people he cares about, the people he cares about, brother, Sister Caiqing......

Or even ...... Wen Ling.

As soon as he thought of Wen Ling, his mood became even heavier and gloomy.

Obviously came to save Wen Ling, but the object to be saved was already ...... Dead?

In the face of real disaster, everyone is so weak and powerless, and his stubbornness is only exchanged for such an ending.

Oh, in the dream world, because there is a chance to do it again and again, so you can be a hero who saves others, because it is a big deal to fail and start over.

But in reality, such a reckless self, such an arrogant self......

For a moment, it was as if a nightmare had returned.

On that night ten years ago, the death of my parents, the cowardly self who couldn't do anything.

Obviously, he had promised his brother that everything would be handed over to him, so he fainted with confidence, but now he ......

Brother, Sister Caiqing......

Do you want to watch them die without doing anything?

The storm of electricity in front of me suddenly turned into the dim park, the evaporated lake, and the corpses scattered on the charred lawn of that night ten years ago.

He saw his eight-year-old self, his skinny little self hiding behind his brother.

He walked out from behind his brother, calm and calm, not like his cowardly self.

The sky erupted with dazzling light that lit up the night sky into a day, and the scorching air wafted with the smell of burnt rancid smell and sparks.

Someone was wailing pitifully, someone was screaming in pain, and many more were silent, silently turning into a silent tombstone, and his parents were two of the black tombstones.

Everything seems to be happening in front of you, and it seems to be very far away all of a sudden.

Time and space seem to be frozen, and it seems to be still flowing, only this self ten years ago, this thin and small self is so vivid and vivid, as if it is the only color in a black and white painting.

The thin little self walked towards him like this, stood in front of him, and stared at him quietly with those dark and deep eyes, looked at his heart, and asked him:

"Xia Ming, will I still hide behind others now?"

Xia Ming also looked down at him, staring at his former self, and replied seriously:

"No, I have a ...... now The courage to stand up. ”

"So what I'm missing is...... Strength? ”

The skinny little self nodded, then looked up at him again, looking at him quietly.

Xia Ming didn't answer, just raised his head and looked at the familiar scene in front of him silently, this nightmarish scene.

Many times, in his sleep, he suddenly fell into this past dream, he was always awakened instantly, he didn't dare to look closely, he didn't dare to relive it, this was his nightmare, and it was also his nightmare.

And at this moment, he looked around seriously, looking at the scene that seemed to be the smoke of the battlefield, and at the corpses of his parents.

He crouched down and gently closed their eyes.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry."

He walked up to the twelve-year-old Xia Zheng again, looked at him clenched his fists, his face was extremely serious, resolute but with a hint of fear, and reached out to gently smooth out the fear in the corner of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, man."

He continued to walk forward, and when he walked, there was no collapsed park behind him, no pitch-black charred corpses, no fire and great battle, and even Xia Zheng's figure gradually disappeared.

Only the eight-year-old self, the skinny little self followed him, holding his hand.

Gradually, even he disappeared.

There was only a warm light in front of me.

That's a door.

Xia Ming pushed the door open.

He returned to the mental space where Shaminiyer had been stopped by a storm of electric light.

It's just that in the depths of his soul, in the depths of his heart, there is already a faint but determined light shining.

Since he completed his first dream trial more than a month ago and raised his spiritual energy to the third order, in addition to his daily hard cultivation, he was still thinking hard about how to complete the second awakening.

Shine on the heart, shine on the soul.

Such a general method and generalization made him try hard in private but could not find a way.

It lasted until he completed the second dream trial, and until his psionic energy reached the fourth order, he had not yet awakened his own ability.

It is said that the ability obtained by the second awakening reflects the true desire of the deep heart of each person.

So what is it that he has been pursuing in his heart, what his heart desires?

Could it be that becoming the strongest is not the deepest and truest desire and hope of his soul?

Before this, Xia Ming had never understood and never understood.

Until this moment, until this time.

realized that Wen Ling died, and realized that in addition to her, the people around her, and the people she cared about could also die in the disaster......

The nightmare of ten years ago came to him in an instant, and he looked back, looked at himself, and awakened a special spiritual ability that truly belonged to him.

Bang!

The surging and furious electric light still let out a thunderous roar, blocking his will firmly from Shaminiyer's consciousness thousands of miles away.

He slowly stretched out his hand towards the Lei Chi in front of him, his slender and wide palm as pure and sacred as white jade.

His hands were empty, there was nothing, and all the electric storms died down.

(End of chapter)