After finally leveling the sea level, Tyrant wiped his forehead and said, "I'm so exhausted. Today's energy consumption will take at least one week to make up."

Fang Xingjian took a deep breath, and the wind and clouds were flowing around him, as if a strong wind was blowing.

I inhaled a lot of etheric slut into my lungs in one breath, but compared with the consumption just now, it was still a drop in the bucket.

Fang Xingjian said: "Although the concentration of etheric slug has increased a lot, our etheric organs are not perfect, and the ability to absorb etheric slug energy and information is insufficient. The recovery is still too slow compared to our consumption."

Tyrant felt the etheric mystery in the air and said, "With such a high concentration, many people are practicing quickly, if the second-transfer title knight is insufficient, it is easier to get possessed by facing so many times more information, right?"

Fang Xingjian nodded and looked at the location of the sea god in the sea. Tyrant, who was beside him, also looked over: "Purple little fish? Oh, no, it seems to be a magic pattern warrior?"

Just as the two looked at the Sea God, the Sea God's face suddenly turned pale, and his muscles shook violently, as if they were lightning bolts. The purple light on his body surged, as if he was about to cut the entire sea in half in an instant. In a blink of an eye, more than ten kilometers of distance had already emerged, as if something was chasing him.

‘Go! Go now!’

‘There is such a terrifying guy in Miracle Continent.’

‘Let’s go north, you must not be enemies with these two people.’

In an instant, the sea god left far away, and swore in his heart that he would stay away from the West Coast from now on and never come again.

Tyrant licked his lips, looked at the sea god who was running away greedily, touched his white hair and said, "Don't you catch him?"

"I don't know you, there is no grudge, don't pay attention to him." Fang Xingjian looked in the direction of Daxicheng and said, "Let's go, go back."

...

In Daxi City, an extremely luxurious manor, it was pitch black at this moment, and all the servants disappeared and became ghostly.

This is Hillbrand's original manor, this pride of heaven, the top three in the state academy. Since the family pillar, a perfect demigod powerhouse, three months ago, his grandfather's death, the family status and daily decline, and the families are divided into internal struggles, and the power and wealth are constantly disintegrating. He is depressed and disbanded all the servants in the manor.

It is said that he drank his sorrows every day, and screams of fear came from time to time in the depths of the manor.

In the basement of the manor, Hillbrand knelt on the ground with his head in his arms, his eyes wide open, his pupils moved unconsciously, and the expression on his face was extremely ferocious.

"go out!"

"You all go out for me!"

"It's useless, hand over your body."

"Give me!"

"No, give me your body!"

"Get out of here, his body is mine!"

Over the past three months, the concentration of the Ether Miscellaneous Sword has increased rapidly, not only with more energy, but also with more information contained in the Ether Miscellaneous Sword. The cultivation of the title knight has also been tested by more will.

The Etheric mystery contains various information about the past, present and future. Of course, it also contains many personal information. As the long river of history flows, countless great men have left their own information residues in the world.

The experience, history and other information in it are pros and cons to many knights.

Just like when Fang Xing Jian was in the holy land, his will was strong enough to directly learn the sword skills experience left by the masters in the past.

Those with weak will will be affected by personal information and will become obsessed with it.

So facing the rapidly improving etheric mystery, the powerful knight can directly read this information, remove the dross and take the essence, and further improve his cultivation.

People with insufficient will may go crazy or vegetative.

Even because the concentration of etheric mystery is too high and there is too much information, it has an impact that will not be present in normal times, that is, the practitioner is affected by this personal information and has a personality split.

Just like the legendary undead possessed, the undead has been resurrected.

Hillbrand has been at the lowest point in his life in the past three months. Under such circumstances, a large amount of information poured into his mind, many of which represent personal memories, emotions and other things slowly settled in his mind, making his brain more and more confused.

In Hillbrand's sea of ​​consciousness, a red-haired middle-aged man said: "Give up, Hillbrand, your will is already full of holes. If this continues, more and more personal information will enter your brain, and you will go completely crazy."

Another fat man with blonde hair crawled out of his consciousness and said, "Damn, this is the first time I encountered this situation. The last time I woke up was hundreds of years ago."

"This is not called awakening." A monster covered with countless heads and tentacles all over his body said: "It's just that the concentration of Etheric mystery has increased. We guys who have long been dead have been resurrected with the help of his brain because of personal information."

"As a ghost?"

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

Dozens of strange-shaped consciousnesses kept arguing in Hillbrand's brain, trying to seize their respective living spaces.

Hillbrand shouted, "Get out of here!"

"What a joke, I am the number one swordsman in the mainland 300 years ago..."

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

"Hehehehe, I really want to kill you all..."

"I was the first genius of black magic thousands of years ago, the king of black evil, listen to me..."

"Everyone wait, listen to what this idiot is going to say."

All those who can leave their own information in the Etheric mystery, and survive in the sea of ​​knight's consciousness, and even "resurrected" in the consciousness of the titled knight are powerful people.

Now Hillbrand has absorbed too much personal information and memories in his sea of ​​consciousness. Once arguing, no one will accept anyone and will not be able to get a result.

At this moment, Hillbrand's mind once again had a set of consciousness after enough memory and other information, it began to revive.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a man in a white coat slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, there were giants thousands of times taller than him, extremely ferocious monsters, and kings who were like rulers of the world.

Looking at these other wills that emitted extremely dangerous aura, the white coat rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm dreaming?" He felt his body and said, "Would anyone explain what's going on?"

"Wasted firewood." A strong man riding on the black dragon and covered in golden armor said: "I am Morodat, the king of the ocean, the king of the sky, and the king of the earth, soaring on the throne of the gods..."

Another child wearing a dress said impatiently: "It's just the island master. The third level of the god-level cultivation comes from 3,000 years ago. If you were born five hundred years later, I will definitely make you a ball."

The little girl looked at the white coat and said, "Boy, the Seventh Chronicle is here, do you understand? Anyway, the body is in a bad state. You should report the origin first. If it is a big background, we may listen to you."
Chapter completed!