mtl008 Chapter 313: Most of the time
Chapter 313: Most of the time
The evil thoughts suddenly died down for a moment, and then burst into sharp laughter.
He actually asked us what we are.
He Doesn’t Know What We Are
[He didn’t even know about the product He had personally directed]
He could hear the voices, and listening to their words, he instinctively felt that something was out of control.
[We were born nine years ago and have never seen the light of day since then]
[You are the Lord of Changzhou, and you don’t even know]
His expression changed again.
Nine years ago, the only thing related to Yan Ping was when Yan Ping was captured and tempered.
But at that time He never knew that anyone could catalyze these things.
Yan Ping listened and shifted his attention to Him.
"You put them here with me?"
"Then you deserve to die."
And those evil thoughts emerged again.
Kill Him!
His face suddenly darkened.
Yan Ping got something, and he didn’t think too much about it now, since he knew that He was the source of these things.
He wanted to avenge the man named Wen Ye by killing him.
Before he could figure it out, he saw the black mist that had shrunk surge out again.
The speed is swift, much faster and more violent than before.
I don’t know how much faster the speed of strangling the puppet thread is than before.
The original black mist was very fierce, but in comparison at this time, it was discovered that they looked like a group of scattered soldiers, if Yan Ping had been in this posture at the beginning.
He didn't even have the chance to take root in the sea of consciousness.
【stop! 】
He tried his best to transmit his will in Yan Ping's mind, trying to influence him, but it was of no use, and the speed of strangling became faster and faster.
The carnival of those evil thoughts also rang in His ears.
[If he had such a good influence, it would be your turn]
[We have completely become his other side, there is no way]
[Hahahaha, I'm going to strangle him later. I'm going to destroy his consciousness bit by bit.]
[I want to let Him experience the most extreme pain in this world]
His expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, he really felt that something was completely out of control.
There are more uncontrollable things in Yan Ping's sea of consciousness. Even if he can turn Yan Ping into a puppet, those things will still hinder him.
Most of the puppet threads that had spread out to nearly one-third had been strangled to death, and continuing to resist was just a waste of time.
If this tide moon fails, there will still be next tide moon.
As long as He plans well, He still has a chance.
While there is still time, and Yan Ping is still trapped in the Scattering Spirit Array, He still has a chance to leave and make arrangements.
The thought of him retreating only crossed his mind.
But at this time, he was in Yan Ping's sea of consciousness, their consciousnesses were connected, and his fleeting thought was also captured by Yan Ping.
[Hahahaha, the stray dog wants to run away with its tail between its legs]
[As expected of a loser who can abandon Changzhou and survive]
[Calling Him a stray dog is an insult to dogs]
Those evil words were far sharper than what Yan Ping said, and at this moment, Yan Ping's sea of consciousness was completely closed.
"You've come, don't leave."
His face changed suddenly. The hidden escape route he had left behind had been cut off, and the connection with the main body had also been completely severed.
The consciousness He brought this time accounted for the vast majority.
If he can't leave, what's the point of his remaining consciousness being alive?
There was fierceness in his eyes.
At this moment, he was just glad that he had used a lot of jade seeds for Yan Ping.
He was in Yan Ping's sea of consciousness for just a moment, whether in Yan Ping's body or in his sea of consciousness.
The faint blue light suddenly became brighter, and their light turned into a strange power and severe pain in that instant, and was about to break a certain threshold.
The deepest scar in the sea of consciousness was the huge crack that split the sword mountain in half. Countless blue lights lit up at this moment.
Yan Ping seemed to hear some cracking sound.
The pain and various sensations doubled at this moment, and my body suddenly became weak.
Yan Ping ignored all this and accurately calculated the remaining strength to continue destroying the puppet threads where He had taken root.
He did not relax and continued to urge those faint blue lights.
Wave after wave of continuous pain spread from the core of the sea of consciousness.
There was a sound like some kind of broken porcelain.
Their voices are in my ears.
[I can’t hold it back anymore]
[He is almost completely awake]
[It hurts so much, I want to kill Him! ]
[Hold on, and see whether He or we will give up first]
Kill Him!
Yan Ping frowned slightly, then relaxed.
No matter what these voices were thinking, he would deal with Him first and then deal with them.
Yan Ping increased his strength again.
In just a moment, the only remaining puppet threads in his sea of consciousness were completely destroyed by his thunderous force, leaving only his shadow that had nowhere to escape.
He did not waste any more time, but stood there stiffly, trying to negotiate.
"Yan Ping, if you want to save Yuan Zhou, I can help you."
He was not strong enough at this moment and could no longer intervene in Yan Ping's consciousness.
Yan Ping came in front of Him, and the thick black fog around him directly wrapped him into the spiritual consciousness. Those spiritual consciousnesses seemed to have turned into steel knives for scraping bones, and they cut his body inch by inch without any instruction.
He was a little curious.
"Yuanzhou? What is that?"
"Also, who is that person you showed me?"
He vaguely remembered the remaining feeling at that time, his heart stopped beating, and he wanted to find this person.
He is just a phantom and should not feel pain, but in the sea of consciousness, his body is equivalent to flesh and blood.
The pain that scraped his bones made him want to wail, but he had his pride and could not let himself howl in an unpresentable manner.
Therefore, when he heard Yan Ping's two questions, he reacted quickly.
"do not you remember?"
"Did they do that?"
The evil voice that had been chattering away completely disappeared. Yan Ping tilted his head and said, "It really was you who did it."
A gleam of hope for survival shone in his eyes.
"I can help you get your memory back."
Yan Ping glanced at Him, thought for a while, and then smiled.
"No, you'd better die. I don't want to see you at all."
He finished speaking, not giving Him time to say a word.
The spiritual consciousness that had originally surrounded him was suddenly stirred, completely shattering his consciousness.
The pain of being shattered was extremely painful, and he instantly let out a shrill howl, and then half of him disappeared.
His shadow completely turned into gray-black mist, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark consciousness.
His spiritual sense began to absorb the mist instinctively.
Yan Ping ignored him and just turned his head to look at the sword mountain deep in his sea of consciousness. A large amount of spiritual consciousness under his control rushed towards the sword mountain.
"He has dealt with it temporarily. Now it is your turn."
[You can't kill us, so why don't you find all the remaining things of Him and kill them first]
[That’s right, we won’t harm you]
[We can take you to find Wen Ye then]
Yan Ping's eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his scarlet pupils, deep within which was a calm scrutiny of this person.
"Is Wen Ye that person?"