Paradise of Demonic Gods

It’s hard to flatten the sea level. Tyrande rubbed his forehead and said, “I’m exhausted, and today’s energy consumption, at least one week to make up.”

Fang Xingjian took a deep breath and the surrounding winds flowed like a strong wind.

Inhaled a large number of etheric fans into the lungs in one breath, but compared with the consumption just now is still a drop in the bucket.

Fang Xingjian said: "Although the concentration of etheric fans has increased a lot, our etheric organs are not perfect, and the ability to absorb ethereal energy and information is insufficient. It is still too slow to recover."

Tyrande felt the etheric fan in the air and said: "The concentration is so high, although many people practice faster, but if the will of the second turn is too much, it will face so much information. It’s easier to get out of the way?”

Fang Xingjian nodded and looked at the position of the sea **** in the sea. Tyrant also looked at the past: "Purple little fish? Oh, no, it seems to be a magic warrior?"

Just as the two looked at Poseidon, the face of Poseidon suddenly stunned, and the muscles trembled and shook as if they were rushing out like a lightning bolt. It seemed to be a purple brilliance, and it seemed that the whole sea would be cut into two in a flash. Half the same, in the blink of an eye has been more than ten kilometers away, as if something is chasing him.

'go! Go now! ’

‘The miracle mainland has such a terrible guy. ’

‘Go north, you must not be an enemy of these two people. ’

In an instant, Poseidon left far away, and my heart vowed to stay away from the West Coast from now on, and never come again.

Tyrande licked his lips, and some greedily looked at the sea **** who fled to the distance. He touched his white hair and said, "Don't you catch him?"

"I don't know, I don't have any complaints, I don't care about him." Fang Xingjian looked at the direction of Daxicheng and said, "Let's go, go back."

......

Daxicheng, a luxurious and unusual manor, was dark at the moment, and all the servants disappeared and became ghostly.

This is the original manor of Hillbrand, the pride of the day, the top three of the state college, since the family pillar three months ago, a full-fledged semi-god strong, his grandfather died, family status and day Falling, the various families are fighting each other, the power of the forces is constantly disintegrating, and the whole person is depressed, dissolving all the people in the manor.

It is said that he used to drink wine every day, and in the depths of the manor, there was a scream of fear from time to time.

In the basement of the manor, Hillbrand held his head on his knees, his eyes widened, his pupils moving unconsciously, and his face was extremely embarrassing.

"Go out!"

"You all give me out!"

"It’s useless, let your body come out."

"give me!"

"No, give me your body!"

"You are all going away, his body is mine!"

In the past three months, the concentration of etheric fans has increased rapidly. Not only is the energy more, but the information contained in the etheric geeks is also more. The cultivation of the title knight has also been tested by more will.

The etheric geek contains all kinds of information about the past and the future. Of course, it also contains many people's information. Under the long history of the river, countless great people left their own information residue between heaven and earth.

The experience, history and other information in it are good and bad for many knights.

Just as Fang Xingjian is in the Holy Land, the willpower is strong enough to directly learn the swordsmanship experience left by the masters.

The weak will will be affected by personal information, and will be enchanted.

So in the face of the rapidly rising etheric fan, the powerful knight can read the information directly, and take the essence of it to further improve the cultivation.

Those who lack the will may be mad, and may be vegetative.

Even because the concentration of the etheric geeks is too high and the information is too much, it has the effect that it would not have, that is, the practitioners are affected by these personal information, resulting in personality splitting.

Like the legendary undead possession, the undead is resurrected.

Hillbrad has been at the lowest point of his life in the past three months. Under such circumstances, a lot of information has poured into his mind, many of which represent personal memories, emotions and the like in his mind. The slow precipitation makes his brain more and more confusing.

In Hillbrad's knowledge of the sea, a red-haired middle-aged man said: "Give up, Hillbrand, your current will has been riddled with holes. In this way, more and more. Your personal information enters your brain and you will be completely mad."

Another fat blonde with a blond hair came out of consciousness and said: "Mom, this is the first time I have encountered this situation. The last time I woke up was a few hundred years ago."

"This is not called wake up." A monster with countless heads and tentacles on his body said: "It’s just that the concentration of the etheric fan is increasing. We guys who have already died, because personal information is pouring into his body, again. Resurrected with his brain."

"As a ghost?"

"It can also be said that his other personality."

Dozens of grotesque consciousness continually quarrel in Hillbrand's brain in an attempt to grab their own living space.

Hillbrand shouted: "You all give me out!"

"What a joke, I was the first swordsman on the mainland 300 years ago..."

"I am the King of the Holy See..."

"Oh, I really want to kill you..."

"I was the first day of the Dark Magic, the king of the Black Skull, you listen to me..."

"Everyone is waiting, listen to what this stupid man wants to say."

Being able to leave his own information in the etheric geek, and still survive in the knight's knowledge of the sea, and even ‘resurrection’ in the consciousness of the title knight, all of them are strong.

Now, Hillbrad has absorbed too much personal information and memory in the sea. Once he quarrels, no one is convinced of anyone, and no one can make a result.

At this time, in Hillbrand's mind, there was another group of consciousness that began to recover after the information such as memory was enough.

In the sea, a man in a white coat slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, there are giants who are thousands of times taller than him. There are incomparable monsters, like kings who rule the world.

Looking at these other wills that gave out a very dangerous atmosphere, Bai Da blinked and said, "I dreamed?" He felt his body and said: "Who is going to explain what is going on?"

"Waste wood." A strong man riding on a black dragon and wearing a golden armor said: "I am Moro, the king of the sea, the king of the sky, the king of the earth, soaring in the thrones..."

Another child in a dress is impatient: "It is the small island master, the third level of the gods, from 3000 years ago, if you were born for five hundred years, the old lady must make you kick the ball."

The little girl looked at Bai Dawei and said: "The kid, the seventh age is coming, do you understand? Anyway, this physical state is very bad. You should report it to the origins. If you come big enough, we may listen to you. ""

Countless monsters, heroes, mages looked at Bai Dawei, Bai Dayi blinked and said: "Hey, I remember that I worked in the Beijing Mental Health Center before." (To be continued.)