Looking at Feng Qi, the Lord of Mist was extremely surprised.
in its memory.
In the end, Feng Qi only had one head left. Without his Qi and blood to keep his consciousness alive, his consciousness would soon disappear and he would die, without any possibility of survival.
He was grateful for Feng Qi's risking his life to save him.
But just grateful.
In order to commemorate the thrilling experience of getting the blood stone, and out of gratitude to Feng Qi, it would often go to Feng Qi's tombstone in the future, sit there and remember the past, think about the future... and eat some tributes according to ethnic customs.
, in memory of this.
Doing so has gradually become a habit.
So he was very impressed by Feng Qi.
Meeting again today, 1,500 years later, it was filled with doubts.
But Feng Qi ignored its surprise and shouted in a deep voice again:
"Lin Ran, come out!"
Hearing his shouts, Mist's face suddenly began to distort and change. It was obvious that Lin Ran's consciousness was awakened from his sleep, and he started a confrontation with the Lord of Mist.
At this time, the Lord of the Mist obviously realized that something was wrong with the situation.
"what did you do to me?"
Looking at the misty face that was constantly twisting, he grinned:
"I saved your life back then just for today, 1,500 years later. You don't really think I risked my life to save you because I liked you, do you?"
After hearing these words, an angry expression could be seen on the distorted face:
"Feng Qi, it's in vain that I often go to your tomb to eat tribute, and you actually take advantage of me!"
Hearing what the Lord of Mist said, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Hey...eating tribute?
[Good guy, the wicked bastard who stole the tributes has been caught. It is undoubtedly this guy Miwu. Let him pay for it! 】
Looking at Feng Qi with a confused look on his face, the Lord of the Mist with a distorted expression asked again:
"Your physical and mental bodies have been shattered, with only a trace of survival. Without my energy and blood to maintain your consciousness, your consciousness should have dissipated long ago. Why are you still alive!"
[Tell it that you don’t have enough to eat down there, and this time you bribed the Lord of Hell to come up to catch the thief who stole the tribute. Everything is cause and effect!]
Feng Qi:......
Ignoring the narrator's complaints, he looked directly at the Lord of Mist:
"I can only allow you to plan the future, but I am not allowed to use you as a chess piece to plan the future?"
Realizing that he had really become Feng Qi's pawn, the Lord of Mist roared angrily.
It also suddenly understood why its mental strength was slowly increasing.
It turns out that there has always been a "parasite" hidden in the sea of spiritual consciousness, which has sucked away how much of his spiritual power over the past 1,500 years.
At this time, its spiritual consciousness is in the sea.
The gray spirit mass collided crazily with the blue spirit mass.
Compared with the previous time, Lin Ran became extremely fierce in offense this time.
But the Lord of the Mist was obviously not a vegetarian. In order to eliminate Lin Ran's spiritual consciousness group, it launched a crazy offensive.
For a time, the two groups of spiritual consciousness were fighting neck to neck.
At this time, Feng Qi stood outside the fog, hoping in his heart that Lin Ran would win the final victory.
This is the third time that he has paved the way for Lin Ran to seize the body of the Lord of the Mist.
Having learned from the experience of the previous two failures, Lin Ran mastered a very powerful mental attack technique this time.
He has personally experienced how powerful this mental attack technique is.
Although Lin Ran will most likely modify the "perverted version" of spiritual immortality in the future, he feels that the castrated version of "spiritual immortality" will also be extremely powerful.
Because the most powerful form of this spiritual attack technique is the spiritual form.
At this time, Lin Ran was in the form of his spiritual body.
Looking at the misty face whose expression was constantly distorting and sometimes disintegrating, unable to intervene to help, he chose to watch and wait, turning his head to the east from time to time.
If Lin Ran successfully seizes the Lord of the Mist in this future dream line, its existence time in the future dream will be greatly extended.
In addition, the plan to capture the three tails can also be completed easily.
Thinking of this, he looked at the misty face and shouted:
"Aran, we're almost certain!"
"Fifty percent." A familiar hoarse voice came from Misty's face.
"Come on, fuck him!"
Lin Ran didn't answer this time, but the distortion of Misty's face suddenly accelerated.
It can be seen from the contraction and spread of the mist that Lin Ran and the Lord of the Mist are competing fiercely for the body.
Sometimes the Lord of Mist controls the body, and sometimes Lin Ran controls the body.
As time passed, Lin Ran's voice suddenly came:
"Brother Qi, I'm almost successful."
Hearing these words, Feng Qi clenched his fists in excitement.
[This kid is coming of age, and our efforts in laying out multiple future lines have not been in vain. The right guardian is about to return, and my narrator's strength will increase significantly. What do you think of the thrower? 】
Hearing these words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, and then mentally raised his middle finger to the narrator.
What kind of thrower? Your whole family is the thrower!
At this time, Lin Ran had a clear upper hand in the Lord of Mist's spiritual consciousness.
The difference in intensity between the gray and blue spiritual consciousness bodies is not very big, and even the gray spiritual consciousness body, which originally belonged to the Lord of the Mist, is even better.
But Lin Ransheng developed a spiritual attack technique with huge lethality.
In the contest between the two groups of spiritual consciousness, Lin Ran caused far more damage to the Lord of Mist than the Lord of Mist.
As time continued to pass, Lin Ran had the absolute upper hand.
As long as you give him enough time, it won't be a problem to kill the Lord of Mist and gain control of his body.
The Lord of the Mists was obviously aware that death was approaching.
Feeling the constant damage to his spiritual consciousness under Lin Ran's fierce attack, the Lord of the Mist roared unwillingly from the bottom of his heart.
1500 years of planning and waiting.
For this day, he led his people on a journey.
During this period, many members of the clan continued to sacrifice their lives in battles and died on the path opened up. In the end, he was the only one who made it here.
Behind his success are the corpses of his people.
Looking back on the past, he regretted more than once his choice to embark on a path of no return.
If he could, he would be willing to give up his previous ambitions and only hope that his sister and his people would be resurrected.
Feeling the fragmentation of his spiritual body, the Lord of Mist roared unwillingly in his heart.
"I will not fall...I swore to resurrect them!"
As he approached death, the faces of his tribesmen once again appeared in his mind.
I also thought that when he walked out of the road of no return, he gritted his teeth and declared to this new world:
He will become the Pillar God one day in the future and will also resurrect all the clan members who died in the war.
At this time, a strange scene happened.
The originally fragmented spiritual body of the Lord of the Mists slowly reunited.
At this time the outside world.
The narrator's voice suddenly sounded in Feng Qi's mind:
[Aqi, there is a special power sprouting in the main body of the mist. This power is something I have never seen before. It seems to be blessing the main body of the mist. Maybe the situation has changed! 】
After hearing these words, Feng Qi, who was originally smiling, froze.
"A desperate comeback, what kind of protagonist template is this!"
[Could it be that the main body of the fog also has miraculous items inside it? 】
Hearing these words, he couldn't help but be stunned.
After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was really possible.
After 1,500 years of development, maybe the Lord of the Mists has already found other miraculous items and integrated them with himself.
This will give you the related abilities granted by the miracle items.
Just when Feng Qi was worried about it, Misty's face suddenly solidified and then changed into a smiling face.
"Brother Qi, I'm back!"
Hearing these words, he did not choose to believe them, but decisively shouted in his heart:
"Narrator, sweep him!"
[After checking, it is indeed the blue spiritual consciousness that occupies this body now that belongs to Lin Ran, but the spiritual consciousness of the Lord of the Mist still exists and has not been destroyed by Lin Ran. Maybe it will make a comeback! 】
"It's so difficult."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the misty face:
"A Ran, how do you feel now?"
Faced with the inquiry, Lin Ran did not answer, and saw that the sea of mist began to shrink rapidly.
Finally, a young man with purple hair and purple eyes appeared in front of him.
Looking at Feng Qi, he grinned:
"Brother Qi, I finally know why you asked me to study spiritual confrontation skills and techniques. I... am back, give me a hug!"
Looking at Lin Ran walking towards him, Feng Qi looked disgusted:
"Don't be ridiculous. What's your situation now?"
"It has never felt better, but I couldn't kill it. It is still in the sea of spiritual consciousness."
"Why not kill it?"
"It cannot be killed. It is protected by some unknown force. I can no longer cause harm to it."
Hearing these words, he felt a little regretful.
But thinking of this future dream line, he finally won the victory against the Lord of Mist, and then a smile appeared on his face.
At least everything is going in the right direction.
[There is no enemy that cannot be eliminated by one timeline. If there is one, then there are two, three, or countless enemies. There is a poem that says... Why is Jasper so tall, and then ten thousand enemies will beat him to death?
Even ten thousand timelines can kill any enemy.】
Listening to the narrator's serious complaints, Feng Qi felt ashamed.
If he guessed correctly, this poem should be about ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down, eight poles and any enemy, and ten thousand timelines that have nothing to do with it.
"Brother Qi, tell me, how on earth did you know that I would be killed?" Lin Ran came to him with a smile and asked.
Feng Qi heard this and was about to answer, but the voice of the narrator rang in his mind again:
[Your brother Hei is about to arrive on the battlefield. After my careful consideration, this round we will use the newly collected new weapons. My round draws cards... The decision is yours, Miwu Ran, give it to me. 】
Feng Qi:......
Ignoring the narrator's complaints, he looked back.
Sure enough, a group of black mist was flying toward the ground quickly from the east direction.
Everything he passed along the way, whether it was the living dead or twisted plants, was eaten up by psychic nanoworms.
Seeing this scene, he decisively turned back to look at Lin Ran, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder:
"Good brother, do me a favor."
After hearing these words, Lin Ran nodded without hesitation and said:
"Brother Qi, you said that as long as you can do it within your ability, you will be obliged to do it."
"Is it okay for me to go through fire and water for my brother?"
"feasible!"
As he said this, Lin Ran had a puzzled expression on his face, obviously not understanding why Feng Qi asked this.
At this time Feng Qi continued to ask:
"Is it possible for me to go out of my way to save my brother?"
"It's feasible!" Lin Ran nodded doubtfully again.
"Is it okay for me to sacrifice myself for my brothers?" This time he hit the point.
"Brother Qi, you are my best brother, so naturally you can do it."
Hearing these words, a smile appeared on his face.
But just as he was about to let Lin Ran fight against Xiao Hei, the narrator's voice sounded in his mind:
[Keep asking, challenge his limits again, and ask his brother if it’s okay to sleep with your wife!]
Feng Qi:......
He couldn't help but raise his middle finger to the narrator in his mind.
