The Night Angel's bright smile was not extinguished by the Sun Shattering Knife that was inflicted on him, but became more and more dazzling.

The Black Tide erupted from the deep sea again, erupting along the gap cut by the Sun Shattering Knife, and the violently burning Sun Shattering Knife was like a torch in a stormy night, facing the impact of the Black Tide, constantly ablating and cutting the negative energy, but it was still pushed backwards by the surging negative energy impact.

Originally, the Sun Shattering Knife was a spell that consumed a lot of money, and it couldn't be opened for a long time, and even ordinary spellcasters could only show it for a moment, because every minute and every second that this spell lasted, hundreds of magic power would be consumed.

In the fear of the night angel, Wang Ming's Broken Yang Knife is extremely powerful, which means that the demon consumption is also very terrifying.

The Shattered Yang Knife was like a huge black hole of magic power, and all the huge magic power that Wang Ming had finally exchanged was sucked clean, and in order to fight against the black tide, the suction power was much higher than the theoretical number.

After supporting in the Black Tide for less than a moment, the Shattered Sun Knife shattered into countless fireflies in the violent shock, and extinguished in the Black Tide one by one.

With the disappearance of the Sun Shattering Knife, the Black Tide slammed into Wang Ming without reservation, pushing him out, and before the whirlwind began, he only had time to apply an inert armor to himself.

As an arcane arte that evolved from psionic energy, inert armor has many advantages over mage armor, the most important of which is that it doesn't have to chant spells or be guided by gestures, so this dark blue protective barrier unfolds in time before the black tide touches Wang Ming's body, blocking the erosion of negative energy.

But the thrust of the black tide still threw Wang Ming far away.

Hitting the wall hard, Wang Ming let out a cry of pain, and his ribs seemed to be broken. There was a burst of pain.

"Master. Why won't you help me......"

The night angel walked slowly to Wang Ming's side. Leaned down and touched Wang Ming's head: "Scarlet Moon can't attack us at will, and besides, this is just a projection of him, and his real body is still on the twilight front." If you want to take revenge, let's do it yourself~"

Wang Ming looked at the night angel coldly, and suddenly bit her hand. The night angel did not withdraw his hand, and let Wang Ming bite it. The skin that seemed to be about to be blown was stronger than steel, and Wang Ming didn't even leave a single mark.

The Night Angel's handle was lightly withdrawn from Wang Ming's mouth, and there was an extra transparent stone in his hand that shone brightly.

"Any idea what this is?"

Feeling that special arcane sequence, Wang Ming felt that he was trapped in the darkness of despair.

The Feast of the Dogs, one of the most notorious of necromancy, summons the black flames of the underworld to incinerate corpses, making them impossible to resurrect by any means.

Although this plane is difficult to resurrect due to its distance from the underworld, there is a glimmer of hope after all, originally the feather phoenix still has a chance to be resurrected, and with the help of the power of Crimson Moon Mountain and the dragon clan, it may be possible to find a way to challenge death - after all, there have been examples in history.

But once the corpse was desecrated by this spell. Then the soul of the deceased will be buried in the depths of the underworld, with no chance of resurrection......

Perhaps beyond the mortal existence zài can resurrect the feather phoenix. But that's the slimmer hope in the world.

Wang Ming endured the pain, got up from the ground, and staggered towards the night angel, and the night god of death waved out weakly. The Night Angel turned sideways slightly, let go of the dim black sword, and kicked Wang Ming in the chest, kicking him into the corner of the room.

"You just take a good look at how your woman rests in peace, this is also your end~"

As he spoke, the Night Angel crushed the stones, scattering the shiny debris on the torn body of the feathered phoenix, and with a snap of his fingers, the pitch-black flames rose and licked silently at the pool of blood all over the ground.

Just as Wang Ming closed his eyes in despair, a voice came from the side.

"Live...... Stop!"

It's Star Ripple.

"Soul blast!"

The cone-shaped psionic blast blast slammed into the Night Angel with a screaming sound barrier, and although it failed to break through the negative energy barrier, it also pushed the Night Angel away from Wang Ming's side.

Immediately, a [Psionic Vitality Technique] was cast on Wang Ming's body, and the enhanced vitality technique slightly supplemented Wang Ming's almost depleted vitality. As the mind wears out, the lost energy transforms into a throbbing cellular vitality that reactivates the dying tissues.

The Night Angel was a little surprised: "Well, the double-line show ability, Xiao Nizi's strength is good." ”

Xinglian floated in front of Wang Ming with a calm face, and the low hum of the [Levitation Technique] and [Spiritual Barrier] after mixing echoed in the not spacious space underground, before the Night Angel made further moves, Xinglian even activated the [Psionic Buffer] and [Self-Whipping] at the same time with a double-line manifestation, and a tentacle condensed by spiritual power ignored the defense of negative energy and pumped fiercely into the depths of the Night Angel's soul.

Self-lashing is a form of mental attack that strikes at the enemy's notion of the "self", and the person who is hit will wonder about his own existence, and then become disconnected from the world and fall into a sense of unreality. As a direct consequence of this effect, the target will be disconnected from his own body control, and his agility will be greatly reduced, because when the nervous system feeds back information, he will subconsciously feel that this is not something that happened to him, so the reflex time will be slightly prolonged.

The effect of mental attack is cumulative, if the target is completely destroyed by the self-whipping, then his nervous system and consciousness will be completely stagnant, his body will also be paralyzed, and the target will lose the concept of "me" and can only be attacked by others. Because at that time, they don't feel that this is their own body at all, and they don't even know what "themselves" are.

However, the Self-Whipping may be very lethal to a caster of the same level or even a higher-level war-type class, but against a Night Angel whose strength exceeds the ninth order, this attack is tantamount to stabbing the Ancient Dragon with a dagger.

The tentacles condensed by the spiritual power were fiercely pumped on the soul of the night angel, but it was only a circle of ripples, as a legendary powerhouse, of course, the will was extremely firm, how could it be shaken by a fourth-order psychic magician? Not only that, the spiritual fluctuations of the night angel followed the tentacles all the way backwards, and wherever the spiritual flow passed, the spiritual flow was like a ignited fuse, turning into a little firelight and disappearing in the void.

Starripple wants to activate another protective psionic ability. But before the thought turned. The spiritual flow of the Nu River crashed into the psionic buffer zone.

A silver glow flashed in front of the girl. It was the trajectory of the energy that the spiritual shock leaked into the material realm, and this trajectory disappeared less than a foot from the tip of the nose, where the air was distorted, and a large glass-like psionic buffer band was revealed, and from the small white dot where the trajectory disappeared, the crack was like a spider's web, spreading in circles. Draw bizarre patterns.

The psionic buffer held off the Night Angel's counterattack, even if it was a small temptation of the Night Angel.

"Starripples, you run...... Ahh

Wang Ming's warning was pressed back into his stomach by the wound he was pulling, and his almost falling apart body made him have to lie down obediently.

Star Ripple stroked her long hair, the silver brilliance of psionic energy flowing up and down the jet-black hair, and the cherry blossom headdress was illuminated by a faint silver light.

"Mia, after losing Xiaohuang, can I still watch you die? Do you think it's just you...... Will it run wild!"

The jade eyes, which were originally as green as the blue sea, were now full of blood-colored anger, and although there was only a slight smile on his face, the flames in his heart had already reflected the surrounding qi qi qi through the flickering spiritual energy brilliance around him.

"Celestial bastard. I'll show you what the wrath of the stars is!"

In front of Starripple. Hundreds of tiny dots of light appeared one after another, which were dense polymers formed by substances extracted from the astral plane, strengthened by psionic energy.

"That's right, I've always felt like I'm superfluous, in the Sea Country, I'm a superfluous heir, I've been banished by the supreneurs vying for the throne, in the army, I'm a superfluous spellcaster, those Storm Rippers, the Abyss Priests, they all regard me as an alien, and the people of the West Sea are afraid of my bloodline, because I'm born with a curse, and enemies and allies don't dare to come near me, because the mutant psychic power makes me look so hateful......"

"But Mia never said anything, even when I sued him that my bloodline represented the most malicious curse, he didn't alienate me a little, Xiaohuang too, so did the eldest sister, and so did Cang......yang."

"So, they are my family members and my most precious things, so I want you to ...... Die!"

Wang Ming felt the spiritual energy that was being unleashed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

"Forbidden, forbidden time!"

―――――――――――― "Time stands still!"

The moment this psionic name popped out between Xing Lian's teeth, Wang Ming felt that his mind was in a trance, and then fell into a short and long blank.

The rising and falling of the sun and the moon sets the scale of the years, and the grandest mountains and the widest seas are powerless to resist the erosion of this river.

But the waves of the river froze at this moment, and although the river creaked discontentedly, it was powerless to break free from this bondage.

The spiritual energy in Starripple's body is only enough to support one fifth-order spiritual energy, or three fourth-order spiritual energy, if you forcibly use this ninth-order legendary spiritual energy, the only end is to be drained by the huge energy consumption.

Because the ninth-order spiritual energy is called the forbidden spirit, it is the same level as the forbidden spell.

However, just as a mage can store mana in a magic crystal, and a psychic can also store psionic energy by external means, the cherry blossom hair ornament on Starripple's head is actually a huge spiritual energy, but the energy storage of this spiritual energy is extremely troublesome, and the spiritual energy can only be extracted once a month for manifestation.

At one time, the huge spiritual energy in the spiritual appearance was channeled to himself, and dozens of times the heaviness of the previous was pressed on his heart, and with the shock of every mental fluctuation, his thinking was distorted more and more broken, and by the time he stood still and was almost completed, the whole heart had already turned into disorderly chaos.

"What am I doing! So much psionic power, enough for me to escape! Why stay?"

"Because there are people to be saved......"

"Stop!

"Don't, it's going to be ugly when you die!"

"Is it better to run away?"

......

All sorts of personality fragments emerge from the subconscious, the desperate, the angry, the cowardly, the excited......

That's all sides of human nature, everyone has them, but different aspects are more or less different, so as to form a different personality, but I don't need them now, I want to do it now. Just concentrating your mind. Resist the increasingly turbid spiritual pollution.

However, with the completion of time standstill. The mental fluctuations were arranged in a strange curve, and the strings of time were grasped, and they were captured by the frozen flow of time along with the world around them, and the fragments of personality that revolved around them also fell silent, stopping the chaotic whirlpool.

"Damn, why are you still yourself?"

Starripple was in a hurry, trying to break free from the shackles of the flow of time, but it didn't take long. I found myself back in the "normal" flow of time.

Because all the qiē around him are still, the air is a little viscous to breathe, but he has the privilege of freezing time, and the frozen time flow is slowly orbiting the eye of the typhoon from a higher dimension, so in that strange time fault, Xinglian once again challenges time.

"Retrieve Reserve Psionic Energy, Quantity: All, the stop of time is about a minute, hurry up and ......"

In a sense. Starripple and Nightangel are on different time segments, so they can't attack her directly. You can't do anything else, just like you can't punch a historical figure from a thousand years ago when you swing your sword in a historical place.

However, the flow of time will merge in a minute, and what Starripple does in this tributary of the long way will affect the real world at that time, say......

"Real projection!"

The light and shadow swayed, and a circle of ripples appeared around Xing Lian's body, and then, a girl who was almost exactly the same as her came out of it, and the spiritual link was activated by Xing Lian the moment the girl appeared, connecting the two of them to each other.

The real projection is a fifth-order spiritual energy, which can create a projection that is basically the same as the ontology, but when creating the projection of the zào, it will equally divide the existing spiritual energy and life force with the doppelganger, and special items cannot be copied, and the existing beneficial state cannot be shared, just a blank state of oneself.

Xinglian's psychic link has long been used skillfully and can be used at no cost, so he casually dumped the psychic link to his clone.

The two identical consciousnesses are connected to each other, and the qualitative change caused by the quantitative change leads to a rapid rise in the speed of the calculation.

"Then, one more projection, and then the mental squeeze ......"

After all, it was me, and after fully understanding my plan, I only exchanged a few spiritual messages and started the next step.

In the final analysis, psionic energy is a means of distorting reality by consuming the energy of the mind, and the so-called psychic energy refers to the calculus of consciousness, and the huge energy hidden in the subconscious of the guò, even the body of a mortal can produce no less influence than the gods.

The so-called calculus of consciousness is often referred to as energy, and generally speaking, only through guò rest can regain fù energy, but with the help of some special means, psychic magicians can still quickly recover fù spiritual energy.

It's just that the price is so high.

"It's going to hurt a little bit, bear with me. ”

"As a Buddha-figure, how could I lose to you?"

The communication between consciousness took less than a hundredth of a second, and immediately, the only spiritual energy turned into a meat grinder, probing into the depths of the sea of souls, spinning at high speed.

The sharp blade swirled, slicing through the softest part of the heart, and the pain overflowed between the petals of the Iron Flower, mixed with a thin spray of psionic energy, and a faint smell of blood.

Silver psionic energy bubbled out from the deepest depths of the mind, and with bouts of vertigo surfaced in consciousness, filling the sea of shrinking souls.

"Real projection, second time. ”

Calmly exchanging information, Star Ripple and his own projection summoned their clones once again......

A minute later, the entire underground was densely packed with doppelgangers, one two, two, four, four and eight, and the number increased exponentially by geometric orders, almost filling the entire space.

If it is an ordinary manifestor, it is simply impossible to cast eleven true projections in a row after a time standstill.

Even a ninth-order legendary psychic mage couldn't do it, and this kind of consumption had already exceeded the carrying range of a mortal body.

And Xinglian is just a fourth-order psychic magician.

Eleven times in a row, every time the spiritual energy is exhausted, Star Ripple will activate the maximum power of mental squeezing, forcibly extracting his potential, and squeezing a large amount of energy to infuse those expensive spiritual energy by completely burning life.

After the eleventh batch of projections appeared, Star Ripple saw through the blurred vision that the surrounding scene began to vibrate, it was the call of the still flow of time that was about to resume. She quickly relayed this signal to each target in the psychic link, and the network of two thousand and forty-seven projections connected to each other was extremely efficient, instantly transmitting the news of the general attack to the entire legion.

Then, the squeezing of the mind was activated again, and at this time, the sea of souls of Star Ripple was close to exhaustion.

[Mind Bomb Technique], [Ashes], [Mind Destroyer] ......

More than 2,000 psychic abilities erupted in their own unique forms, the flashpoint of the blue fire was suppressed by the flow of time, emitting a harmless white light, the detonation of the mind continued to explode under the obstruction of the flow of time, and on the azure crystal core of the spirit crystal storm, the cracked lines spread little by little, cutting the diamond-shaped dense star crystals into sharp fragments...... Hundreds of directional psionic energies were clinging to the negative energy barrier, turning the black orb into a ridiculous hedgehog.

Xing Lian steadied his shaking body and snapped his fingers: "Now time begins to flow......"

The canghus that were squeezed into one point burst out, hundreds of canghus superimposed on each other, completely submerging the figure of the night angel as white as a bone, the ripples of the heart's detonation resonated with each other, distorting the surrounding space, and the spirit crystal storm swept through the dim ground with a crisp roaring sound, and the crystal fragments as sharp as knives reflected the deadly light, pulling out thousands of white and bright silk threads, converging into a screaming grid.

Dissociation and blazing rays gently peeled back the barrier of negative energy, burrowed through the small hole opened by erosion, and immediately, an incredibly large flow of energy rushed out of it.

"The main body of the barrier is still there, continue to attack ......"

Mental squeeze worked again, psionic energy filled the entire sea of souls once more, and then two thousand other abilities of various colors flew towards the Night Angel......

The muffled blasting sound of the Bomb Technique sounded a thousand times in an instant, and the shock waves canceled each other out and converged on a central point, this ruined singularity shattered the space where the Night Angel was located repeatedly.

"Is it dead?" (to be continued......)