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Wu Mochen smiled, "Tianyin Kongluo will be captured by the divine sense of Dianzhuo, because it uses Yuanli."

"According to what His Highness said, can't the pulse crystal wall be sensed without Yuan power?" Ning Miao raised his index finger and tapped the pulse crystal wall, and said in a concentrated voice, "I'm not sure about the pure spiritual power."

His Royal Highness Xiao Si raised his eyebrows and whispered softly: "It's worth a try."

"Wait." Bai Yi pulled back the little female, "Ning, it's dangerous, let me do it first."

Ning Miao calmed down the orc who was worried, "A Yi, take me with you, at least we have a chance to escape."

The half-orc's tail wrapped around the waist of the little female wasp, and circled three times, with the wind tunnel spinning behind it, ready to use the magical skill "escape".

Ning Miao raised her head and smiled reassuringly, and pressed her small hand on the orc's chest, "Ayi, Brother Bing, we are together."

The subtext was not uttered, and Ning Miao knew that A Yi must understand that partners, apart from being happy when they are in love, also share weal and woe.

Turning around, the expression on the little clan witch's face became serious.

Sinking into the sea of ​​spirits and untying the restraint of the fish, the zombie man destroyed several phoenix flowers with his bare hands, and shot them in front of the little clan witch like a cannonball. A pitch-black tentacle strangled Ning Miao's neck, and black air overflowed from his eye sockets. The zombie man's voice was hoarse, "Idiot, court death!"

The spirit body didn't feel suffocated, but Ning Miao still felt uncomfortable, and slapped the tip of the tentacles, "Yu'er, if you want to save him, you must listen to me."

"Hmph, the child of the Huang clan wants this deity to show him the way and dream."

"Fish." Ning Miao let go of the tentacles, and Ning Miao looked solemn, "This is the only chance, tell me, is there a way to contact Han Hai?"

"How did the spirit seed come from, didn't the deity tell you? The thickness of the vein crystal wall far exceeds the perception of the strange demon, it is impossible."

Ning Miao frowned, Yu'er said there was no way, maybe there really was no way, after all Han Hai was his own brother, he wanted to save people more than anyone else.

"Yu'er, recite half of the incantations of the natural Tianyuan technique to release the mental power, and then use the illusion to control it." Ning Miao said what was in his mind, "Is this considered pure spiritual power?"

The zombie man turned his neck, "Forget it, but if you can't take it back, you are either crazy or stupid. The strange demons have never been kind, and so are the children of the Huang family."

Ning Miao smiled, with the corners of her mouth raised sharply, bright and fresh, with a smile of spring breeze, "You just think I'm crazy and stupid now, Yu'er, I will leave the part of the illusion to you later, Han Haiguan has been in it for more than [-] years. I also know that the Phoenix Temple must have done nothing good, so I will come into contact with your brother's spiritual consciousness, remember, he may not be your brother."

The zombie man lowered his head, "He will always be my brother, idiot, you don't understand."

"I don't understand, I don't need to understand, Yuer, Wu Mochen should have a way to deal with the scorpion, so I want you to fully control Han Hai's spiritual consciousness."

After finishing speaking, Ning Miao escaped from the spiritual world without hesitation, and recited long and complicated mantras one by one.

The dark pupils of the little clan witch turned into indifferent glass color again. Halfway through the chanting, the mantra began to induce the release of mental power. Ning Miao gritted his teeth to endure the severe headache, and growled, "Fish!"

After several transformations, the illusion of Strange Demon Returning to the Sea is far worse than it was in its heyday. Countless black tentacles poured out from Ning Miao's chest, swaying, twisting, and sticking to the pulse crystal wall one after another.

Ning Miao closed her eyes, and the body of the little clan witch instantly changed masters. Ning Miao drifted in the depths of the pure white spiritual world, like a piece of rootless duckweed.

Time passed very slowly.

Everyone tensed their muscles, Bai Yi's palms were sweating, and his lower lip was tightly pursed, his gaze never leaving his little female.

10 minutes, two 10 minutes, half an hour.

Ning Miao kept her eyes closed.

Wu Mochen exhaled for a long time, stepped back slowly, and leaned against the vein crystal wall a little, seeming to be much more relaxed.

No response is the best response.

As predicted, the divine consciousness really cannot recognize pure spiritual power.

The plan is promising.

……

"Brother, brother, look at my new swimming style, taught by my third uncle, hey, it's much faster than my father taught me."

"Silly boy, go home, we have guests today."

"Brother, where are you?"

"The people of the Phoenix Clan are really annoying, brother, I really want to grow up quickly and beat them up."

"Father...brother..."

It is difficult to fall asleep in a half-kneeling position with arms raised. The prisoner slowly opened his eyes, his blue-black pupils were dull and lifeless. Unexpectedly, he could still dream now, dreaming of Father, Xihai, and his favorite little brother .

There was a faint wry smile on the corner of the prisoner's mouth, the spirit seed was about to mature, and that nightmare masked man would come before him again, forcing him to open his body to accommodate the demon's invasion and plunder.

Why, refused to give up, why, still alive.

They lived day and night, working like walking corpses as production tools of the Phoenix Temple, and even satisfying their darkest desires.

You can't live, you can't die.

The prisoner's throat rolled, making a hoarse ah-ah sound, and bit hard on the soft cloth stuffed into his mouth.

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

"Where are you?"

Are you hallucinating again?The prisoner shook his drowsy head and looked left and right by the faint fluorite light.

Knowing that there is no hope, he will look around foolishly every time. The prisoner hates his weakness, but he can't control the sweetness of the hallucination.

"Brother, I'm Guihai, and I'm still alive."

The prisoner's eyes widened.

"Heavenly Demon Chaos, the illusion you created yourself, brother taught me alone, brother, I'm here to save you."

A gleam of light flashed through his cloudy eyes, the prisoner lowered his head, half of his face was covered by his messy hair, it was right, it was the demon chaos.

The prisoner's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, the back of his neck was slightly cold, and his spiritual consciousness was connected.

"Small...return..."

The prisoner's consciousness was intermittent, and two words were transmitted, as if he had exhausted his only mental power, and a drop of crystals flowed out from the corner of the prisoner's eyes.

"Brother, the situation is urgent now, and there is no way to explain it in detail. I want control of your spiritual world."

"it is good……"

For a moment.

The prisoner raised his head again, and the hatred flickered in his eyes.

As usual, the old orc opened the prison at four o'clock in the morning. The prisoner half-kneeled on the stone couch as usual. The old orc put down the food box and took out a piece of barbecue and a bowl of soup.

The old orc tore off the soft cloth from the orc's mouth, expressionless, "Demon Seed No. [-], it's time to eat."

Normally the prisoner would open his mouth and wait for the old orc to feed him, but sometimes he would not open his mouth, and the old orc would pull out the rattan whip around his waist and beat the prisoner until he opened his mouth.

The No. [-] monster is a bit weird today. The old orc stays in purgatory every day, and he is tired of the life of the jailer. The strange monster has tenacious vitality, especially after being beaten. on the prisoner's breast.

The flesh was torn open, and a blood trough ran across the prisoner's chest, and the blood flowed down.

The prisoner suddenly struggled and pulled the iron chain with all his strength. The calluses on his hands, ankles and ankles were all broken, and his flesh was bloody.

The old orc was taken aback and didn't dare to beat anyone anymore. The No. [-] demon seed was about to mature. If something went wrong and the higher authorities blamed it, a hundred heads would not be enough to cut off.

Perhaps the prisoner struggled too hard, and red blood flowed from between his legs.

"Ah!" The old orc exclaimed, scrambling and rushing out, "Come on, come on, the number two demon seed is broken!"