A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 370 The Forbidden Zone of the Sea of ​​Knowledge

The nausea gradually subsided, and before Mo Yan could relax, he felt a burning pain coming from his Dantian.

It was as if someone had forcibly scraped his Dantian clean with a knife, and then wanted to completely crush his Dantian.

If it was just like this, Mo Yan could still bear it.

But soon, there was a stabbing pain in my mind, like a revolving door before death, and fragments of images from childhood to adulthood rushed into my mind.

Thousands of images are playing in my mind at the same time.

What's even more uncomfortable is that the emotions from the thousands of scenes I have experienced are all flooding in my heart.

Reluctance, self-blame, joy, disappointment, sorrow... Like the boundless sea water, they all drowned him.

Feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, and feeling suffocated suddenly, Mo Yan felt that this was the real life worse than death.

Yi Anlan controlled the silver-gray power of Yue Ci and carefully transmitted it into Mo Yan's body.

The meridians, Dantian, and even the sea of ​​consciousness.

It is extremely difficult for demonic energy and spiritual power to coexist, let alone the complete fusion of demonic energy and spiritual power plus the power of the undead, and the three powers become a brand new power.

It's easier said than done.

What's more, the power of Yue Ci is not a gentle force in the first place, and it is extremely difficult to completely control it.

Especially when the power of Yue Ci wants to occupy the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yi Anlan stabilized her mind and no longer recalled her feelings when the power of Yue Ci merged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although he has become a powerful person like the Demon Lord, even if he thinks about it now, he still feels uncomfortable and suffocated.

The only thing she could do was to control Yue Ci's power and not cause Mo Yan any more discomfort.

As Yue Ci's power enters more and more smoothly, Mo Yan's reaction becomes smaller and smaller, as if everything is going to be good.

Before Yi Anlan could even prepare to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a strong wave, pushing out the power of Yue Ci that was about to merge into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The boy who was lying on his back suffered a backlash, and vomited out blood in large mouthfuls, staining his clothes. The color of the blood was not visible on the dark black clothes, but it was not that scary.

But only Yi Anlan understood how troublesome Mo Yan's current situation was.

There seems to be a forbidden area in Mo Yan's sea of ​​consciousness that no one can touch. If Yue Ci's power cannot be integrated, Mo Yan will not die, but he is afraid that he will be completely crippled.

Facing the future where the young man is about to become disabled.

Yi Anlan's heart was as calm as water. A monk should have known that chance and death coexisted.

Which strong person didn't struggle to crawl out from the hands of the King of Hell time and time again before gaining enviable strength.

Cultivation is gambling.

Yi Anlan sighed and stabilized the left hand that carried the power of Yue Ci, ensuring that the power of Yue Ci could gently and continuously test Mo Yan's restricted area of ​​​​the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is a ball of silver-gray energy as thin as a needle brewing in his right hand.

If Mo Yan gets backlash again, she can forcibly seal Mo Yan's meridians with the power of Yue Ci, consolidating the strength of Mo Yan's sea of ​​consciousness, so that Mo Yan can not withstand such a huge impact.

Under Yi Anlan's exquisite control, Yue Ci's power actually gently moved a corner of the restricted area.

As long as the power of Yue Ci can cross the restricted area in the sea of ​​consciousness, then the energy cycle can be completed in Mo Yan's body, and he can have his own luck for a week, and it will basically be done.

That is to say, when Yue Ci's power carefully entered the restricted area of ​​​​the Consciousness Sea, the discomfort and severe pain all over Mo Yan's body melted away like snow, as if it had never happened.