Infinite Throne

   Chapter 834 Entering from the forehead this time...

  Irin kidnapped a crane and left Fangyuan Mountain at high speed shortly after.

   Ren Qingshan silently walked out of the house, suspended in mid-air, and stared into the distance.

   The flower girl, after dealing with the disciples' questions, silently floated to Ren Qingshan's side, bowed her head and looked very well-behaved.

  The two were silent for a while, the sun went down, the flower girl couldn't help but ask at last, "Lin Yi went down the mountain privately, won't Master punish him?"

"Snapped!"

   The sound of the fairy tale just fell, and I wanted to wait for Ren Qingshan to reply, but what he waited for was a slap in the face.

   This slap is not a pretentious slap, Ren Qingshan slapped the flower girl's left face, and the flower girl's left face was red and swollen in a blink of an eye, and the red blood dripped down the corner of the flower girl's mouth.

   The fair skin of the beautiful boy is in sharp contrast with blood, red and white.

   "talking."

   Ren Qingshan smiled and said two words.

   obviously hit the flower girl, but there was no trace of anger on his face.

   "Flower girls dare not."

  …

at the same time.

   Male handyman class.

   In front of Chenbei.

  The boy looked excited and shouted, Master, I got it.

  Chen Bei had a confused look on his face. When he saw Yi Rin for the first time, he was quite happy. He wondered if this kid had secretly brought some purple bamboo brew.

   But not.

   "Understood?"

   Chen Bei, who was puzzled, put his hand on Lin Yimai's door and checked it carefully.

   After checking for a while, Chen Bei was even more puzzled.

   Got it?

   Isn’t it still the eighth-layer realm of absorbing Qi?

   What the **** did you realize?

  I realize your sister!

  Chen Bei's mind flashed a vague idea of ​​"realizing your sister", he could achieve his cultivation, but he didn't know how to express it in words. After holding it for a while, Chen Bei could only let go of his hand, and said dumbly: "Xiao Lin, you realize... what?"

   "Oh, I won't be able to tell for a while, but thank you anyway! I'll invite you to drink Zizhu brew another day, all you can drink!"

  Yi Rin finished speaking, like when he came, before the crane had time to escape, he grabbed the crane's wings and flew into the sky.

  Chen Bei stared blankly at the boy who was madly overjoyed, confused.

   "Isn't it just the eighth floor of Qi Qi? What a silly music."

  …

  Irin really understood.

   He found blind spots.

   He has been entangled in the fusion of several familiar systems, but the fusion is nothing more than making himself more proficient in their respective fields.

   Can't get out, can't get out, can't get out.

   He never got out of the original system.

   Success is knowledge, and failure is knowledge.

  Because of understanding, Irin's ideas have always been limited to several systems and cannot be broken through.

   Actually, I can't blame Yi Rin. The progress of science cannot be achieved overnight, and sometimes it often requires the efforts of several generations to be successful.

   Yi Rin took advantage of the inspiration to run the handyman class like a convulsion to express her gratitude to Chen Bei. Taking advantage of the night, Yi Rin returned to Fangyuan Mountain.

   Once the crane, the bird ran away without a trace. Perhaps, the experience of being kidnapped this time made it a crane that did not dare to approach Fangyuan Mountain for half a step.

  The wooden houses of Fangyuan Mountain are built in every corner.

  There is an open space around the wooden cottage.

  The open space is overgrown with weeds, but after some repairs and wooden fences, it can barely be used as a single-family villa.

  Irin returned to the room and thought for a while, he carefully felt the movement around him.

   Ren Qingshan and the flower boy didn't seem to pay much attention to him, and they didn't use their spiritual sense to explore this place.

  Irin is now almost certain that Chenbei is in Tianjianmen, and his status is not low.

  ...Speaking of which, Irin's idea was wrong.

   is so bloody.

   A peerless powerhouse hidden in the handyman class?

   Yesterday, after Ren Qingshan saw the wordless token, he actually sold Chen Bei's face and promised to let Yi Rin enjoy the treatment of most inner disciples as a "named disciple".

   "This wordless token seems to be unremarkable, but it is unexpectedly useful."

When   Irin sighed, he put the wordless token close to him. He misses the storage space so much again. There is no storage space, and everything is hidden in the clothes. The whole thing is that Yi Rin has a bulge here and a bump there, which is very uncomfortable. It is also fortunate that the disciple's robes are designed to be loose and breathable, with hidden compartments inside, which can hold many small items.

anyway.

   The fellow of Jian Nanchun mentioned before that in Mount Sumeru, there are a lot of Sumeru Rings, and those who are destined can get it... Why don't you take the time to test your fate?

The manufacturing technology of the Sumina ring has been lost, and what has been handed down now are all leftovers from the ancient times, one is less than one, let alone a direct disciple. I couldn't ask for it, let alone the named disciple of Yi Rin's rotten street.

  Irin entered the wooden hut, lit the oil lamp with the old fire zigzag under the bed, sat on the bed, legs crossed, and pretended to be breathing.

   He casually placed a layer of enchantment to isolate spiritual consciousness.

   Now this means of isolating spiritual consciousness, even if it is discovered, there is nothing to say. He inadvertently got involved with Chen Bei, and his favorability didn't seem to be low. If something really happened, he just threw out the wordless token that Chen Bei had given him. Now Yi Rin felt that the trick was to fake tiger power. Although old-fashioned, it is better than incense, it is really easy to use.

   "Where to start?"

  Irin sat for a while, opened her eyes again, and got into a tangle.

   Although he had some ideas, he didn't know where to start for a while.

   "If the psionic value can be converted into the consumption of all systems, and this psionic value is closely related to the 'spirit' attribute, then the key lies in... the human brain?"

   This inference is reasonable and does not even need to be pushed in detail.

  Thinking of this, Irin is going to try it first.

  Theory is always a theory. If you don’t practice it once or twice, you can’t find the problem.

  Irin's right wrist appeared with a circle of lines, which was the Supreme Flow Spell: Out of Body Spirit. When he talked about magic, he slapped himself on the chest. The surroundings were all silent, and the insects were hidden. He floated up and became a mental state.

   The translucent soul floated in the narrow room, and Irin was also hanging in the air with his knees crossed. He held his chin, and observed his body while thinking.

   "In the end, what is the spirit? The mental state is the materialization of the ethereal concept of 'spirit'? Can the spirit be completely separated from the body and exist alone?"

  Irin began to deduce, one idea after another in his mind, first stood up, then quickly knocked down and restarted.

   "No, it shouldn't be like this."

In the mental state, Yi Rin frowned, looked at the translucent palm that she stretched out forward, and muttered to herself: "If the psionic energy value and the mental state are directly linked, then in this state, I should be able to release the corresponding In other words, mental state is just an outward expression of 'spirit', and this state ultimately depends on the body itself...or a certain tangible and visible organ in the body."

"No," Yi Rin, who was brainstorming soon, shook his head again: "My spirits, if they also belong to a different kind of 'mental state', then when they materialize, Xiaobai can also use Skills in life, their materialization is not real materialization, otherwise, what is the difference between that and 'creating man'? Organ...or some point, some...core?"

  Suddenly.

In the    mental state, Yi Rin opened his eyes, and there was a flash of enlightenment in his eyes.

   He suddenly floated to the front of the "body" and looked at his face carefully.

   To be precise, it is to keep an eye on the position between the eyebrows of the face.

  Irin remembered something that had been with him for a long time, but had been ignored by him.

Every time his psionic energy was depleted, he would feel a tingling sensation between his eyebrows. In the past, Yi Rin only thought that this was just some kind of "reminder", similar to when someone sent a message, the death brand would shake and shake. Just like a shock, it just acts as a "message reminder".

   But when I think about it now, it seems that doing so is a bit redundant. If you really want to remind the apostle that the psionic energy is insufficient, it is better to use voice to remind you, record the voice of a young lady, and when the crisis comes, she desperately whispers in her ear: "You have been drained, please pay attention to consumption; you I am about to fall into a coma due to the depletion of psionic energy, please find the coma and avoid collision." Wouldn't this be more intimate?

   With the status of Xiaoxi, if he can't survive, he is called a "mere god".

   "It should be here. When the psionic value is depleted, the 'something' hidden in this position will feel pain due to excessive consumption."

  Irin thought of this, then stared at his smooth forehead and approached slowly.

On   's forehead, there was a piece of dead skin that was the same color as flesh and grew up with him.

  Irin got closer and closer.

   He was suddenly a little worried that the dead skin would block his thoughts.

as time flows.

   An irresistible suction came.

   But this time, the suction didn't come from the back of the buttocks, but from the place where Irin's gaze was fixed, that is, between the eyebrows of his body.

   "Hey."

  Irin did not resist, and returned to her spiritual position.

   But when he opened his eyes again, there was no wooden hut, oil lamp, darkness, or small bed in his field of vision.

   In front of him, suddenly bright.

  The sky and the ground are barren.

   (end of this chapter)