diskusbooks Chapter 310 The Last Day Begins
Chapter 310 The Last Day Begins
Yan Ping's bloodshot eyes were fixed on that face.
At this moment, he couldn't think, couldn't understand, and couldn't help but look.
He should have a lot of questions and doubts.
But at this moment, he felt that his sea of consciousness was silent.
The endless murderous intent surging in the sea of consciousness has been stirring and tearing apart the divine consciousness.
But Yan Ping seemed not to feel it.
He felt like he was locked in a cell in the snow. It was very cold inside, but there was no sound at all.
The physical pain, the black mist that spread out after the seal was suddenly broken, and the puppet threads that took the opportunity to sneak into his sea of consciousness and take root, could not disturb him.
He just stared at the face quietly.
Yan Ping remembered the previous owner of that face. He would smile and call him when he saw him, and would be very happy when he was around.
But now he won't.
The pale face, the broken neck, the dim eyes, all proved that he was dead.
Yan Ping looked at the face almost greedily.
His thoughts were constantly divided, and the consciousness in his sea of consciousness was occupied by different colors.
There was the bloody smell dominated by the sea steam from the Wuwang Sea, the black fog that permeated the sea of consciousness, and the foreign puppet threads that were constantly taking root, absorbing and transforming.
They invaded each other, dividing Yan Ping's original consciousness, and constantly weakening his awareness.
Among them, the black fog that continuously extended from the depths of the crack was the most overbearing, encircling all of Yan Ping's core spiritual consciousness within its range.
At this moment, Yan Ping only had a little consciousness hanging on the wire rope. Perhaps in the next second, his consciousness would completely collapse.
He didn't care about it at all, just looked at the face. In his blurred vision, he suddenly thought of a question.
Who is this guy?
Yan Ping blinked and felt a little coolness sliding down his face. He blinked again in confusion, but the previous feeling was gone.
He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't move.
So he moved his gaze to the person carrying the body.
A shadow whose identity is unknown.
The shadow seemed to sense his gaze and suddenly raised his hand again.
There were several corpses that looked exactly the same, but their causes of death were completely different. They just floated in front of Yan Ping's eyes, clearly revealing their causes of death.
Some died in torture, some were slow-sliced to death, and some were like the first body, except that there were many sword marks on their necks.
Yan Ping's face was expressionless, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He just quietly looked at the corpses that had identical faces but completely different causes of death.
No matter whether it was the sound from the outside or the inside, it always seemed as if there was a layer of gauze between them and he could not hear it.
Stimulated by his emotions, the black fog that continuously broke through the cracks had completely occupied the Sword Mountain that was split in half.
The originally white spiritual consciousness has turned black.
They are still expanding outward.
[My heart aches, I want to kill Him! ]
[He dares to use Wen Ye to deceive us, kill Him! ]
[Can't kill him! He will wake up without him! ]
[Haven't we already suppressed most of his memories? If he wakes up, then he wakes up. Let's kill that ugly thing first. I've wanted to kill him for a long time!]
Their words are still noisy and no one can lead.
Half of the evil intention, already wrapped up in the divine consciousness, was attacking towards where He was.
Faced with all the temptations and malice in his puppet threads, he pushed all the evil thoughts aside without any concern.
And the remaining half of the evil thoughts flew towards those spirits that were infected with murderous intent.
The last little bit left swung towards the depths of the crack.
[There are still two hours until the end of the tide moon. He can control the sea steam of the Wuwang Sea. During this period, he must suppress the sea steam of the Wuwang Sea.]
[I can’t let Him touch me anymore]
[I will push all his memories deep inside and seal them up later]
His condition is very bad now.
Most of his attention is now on Yan Ping's sea of consciousness.
It was originally just a small test, but Yan Ping's reaction was so big that he almost lost his mind.
After entering, those spiritual consciousness were absorbed and assimilated by Him, but he still did not react at all.
As a result, a large area of territory was occupied.
Something else appeared in Yan Ping's sea of consciousness, competing with Him for his spiritual consciousness.
He looked grim, as his power was constantly being consumed by those black things.
He suspected that he had fallen into a trap.
He looked at the empty expression on Yan Ping's face, and became even more ruthless, directly using his spiritual power to crush several corpses.
At that moment, blood splattered and a bit of coolness fell on my cheeks.
Yan Ping didn't even move his eyes, just staring at the familiar face, which instantly turned into a pool of mixed flesh and blood, making it impossible to distinguish.
At this moment, it seemed as if a string suddenly broke.
Suddenly, everything in the outside world can be perceived.
Uncontrollable severe pain in various parts of the body, the pain of the consciousness in various parts of the sea of consciousness being infected and separated, and the chaotic and noisy sounds.
"I really underestimated you. You could even plot against me like this."
This was an exceptionally sinister voice, mixed with cruelty.
Kill Him
He wakes up
[It’s better if he wakes up, kill him from outside quickly]
【Revenge for Wen Ye! 】
Yan Ping's eyelashes moved, like the feathers of a crow, gently fluttering, revealing a pair of bright red pupils. As the king of this body, he ignored the annoying pain and asked curiously.
"Who is Wen Ye?"
【Little brother! 】
【Target! 】
【Wife! 】
【husband! 】
There was another burst of chaotic noises.
Yan Ping selectively listened to the content he liked. He liked that face very much, so he could avenge him.
"Then just kill Him later."
He looked at Yan Ping warily, seeing him talking to himself like a madman, then stepped back a distance and looked at the array pattern engraved on the outside by Wen Fenglai.
His voice sounded a little anxious.
"how much longer?"
Wen Fenglai's hands were not steady enough, but it was enough to engrave the formation. He raised his head, revealing a pair of calm golden eyes.
The fingers that were torn apart yesterday were now trembling slightly. He took a deep breath before speaking.
"A stick of incense."
Xia Tianxue was tied to the side and couldn't move. "Why are you in such a hurry? He has been working from morning till night. Why are you rushing him?"
He glanced over with a sinister look, and spoke as soon as he heard the news, "Don't forget what you promised me."
He paused, and his gloomy eyes fell on Wen Fenglai, "Then you'd better move faster."
After He finished speaking, He returned to the thick blue fog again.
After He left, Wen Fenglai continued to carve a formation with his head down, a formation with a very large area.
It has been a long time since he had to use the method of carving formations.
Xia Tianxue looked at Wen Fenglai worriedly, then looked towards the area on the dark blue pool that was shrouded in thick fog.
They came during the day, but there was no movement inside until just now, when there was a slight noise.
"Master, what do you think is in there?"
Danqiu, who was tied up nearby, found joy in the midst of suffering.
Xia Tianxue was just about to speak when she saw the thick fog suddenly disappear at lightning speed, revealing a figure inside.
A person who was tied to a stone and unable to move, and he was someone they were very familiar with.
Dancho froze.
The snow also froze in summer.
"Lord Yan?"