"Ah..." Long Yin Jian looked at this scene, stunned for three seconds, suddenly burst out and rushed towards Jing and Jian Zun: "Bad bad guy! I'll poke you to death!"

The Dragon Roar Sword lost its master's control, and the attack at this time was like a child trying to resist the adults. Jing and Jian Zun even blocked her attack without even exerting force.

"Let's go." Jing and Jian Zun picked up the Dragon Roar Sword, as if nothing had happened, turned around and planned to leave.

"Bad bad bad bad guy! I won't go with you!" Long Yinjian felt that her contract with Meng Jingzhe was not cut off, but she really couldn't contact Meng Jingzhe, as if this person was wrapped

No matter how the outside world shouted, he couldn't wake him up.

"You won't leave?" Jing and Jian Zun looked at the Dragon Roar Sword in surprise.

The Dragon Yin Jian was at the shore at this time, looking at Duanliu in a daze, like a stone, as if it was rooted here.

"It's really puzzling." Jing and Jian Zun said.

The Dragon Roar Sword is a divine sword, and Jinghe Jianzun is the unparalleled sword cultivator in the world. At this time, she heard Jinghe Jianzun say this and said angrily: "Even if you are the most powerful sword cultivator,

I, I, I, I will not betray Meng Jingzhe casually!”

When Long Yin Jian thought of Meng Jingzhe's respect for his master so much, but in return for such treatment, he couldn't help but stand up for him and said, "Bad Master, rob your apprentice's sword!"

Jinghe Jianzun raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't take yourself too high."

While speaking, he patted his Jinghe Jian comfortably and said softly: "She is guessing, don't think too much."

Long Yin Jian choked up, and seeing Jing and Jian Zun cherishing his sword so much, Long Yin Jian was angry and sore.

Jinghe Jianzun continued, "Let's go, you can't wait for him here."

"You, you, you, you cheat on the sword!" Long Yin Jian shouted stubbornly.

Jing and Jian Zun looked at her and said, "If you don't leave, then wait for Meng Jingzhe to pick you up."

Let’s talk about it, Jing and Jian Zun turned around and wanted to leave, as if their patience was really exhausted, and they planned to throw the Dragon Roar Sword here.

But before he could walk two steps into the mountains, he could hear the slight sound behind him.

Jing and Jian Zun did not turn around, but they still slowed down slightly so that Long Yin Jian would not have so much difficulty chasing him.

The moment Meng Jingzhe was locked in a stone by his master, he was thrown out, his heart was full of confusion.

He didn't know what was going on, and even began to recall how he had been with his master before. He didn't feel that he had offended his master.

The only thing he could think of was what his master said, he had no sword heart.

In this situation, Meng Jingzhe still didn't think that Jing and Jianzhe were destroying corpses and still guessing about the master's good intentions, but he couldn't understand what the master wanted to get at the bottom of the water.

Did another piece of buried wood be dug out?

The stone-mounted magic weapon wrapped in spiritual power was in mid-air, more than one meter away from the surface of the broken water. Then, it felt a strong suction force, and then it was pulled into the water directly.

As soon as the water entered, the spiritual power wrapped on the stone magic weapon immediately seemed to be corroded by something. The spiritual power on it dissipated completely in one second, and the entire magic weapon quickly collapsed.

The water that was cut off from flowing was so powerful in Meng Jingzhe's eyes that it was like a regia, as if it could dissolve everything.

The more this happened, Meng Jingzhe felt more and more that Jing and Jian Zun were able to escape from here before.

And it is precisely because of Jing and Jian Zun's previous demonstration that Meng Jingzhe understood that this place can escape, but he just needs to find the right method.

Meng Jingzhe's body had been dissolved, and his consciousness was floating around in the water.

But the power of this water is not just about eliminating the real thing.

Gradually, Meng Jingzhe felt that there was an extra knife in his consciousness.

The knife was slowly and firmly cutting Meng Jingzhe into pieces, like a lingchi.

Meng Jingzhe wanted to resist, but his whole consciousness was like a bulky piece of wood, without any ability to resist, and could only let this unconscious knife be cut one by one.

Even in the face of such torture, Meng Jingzhe did not have any resentment towards Jing and Jian Zun at this time. Instead, he kept thinking: "Why should I cut off?"

The broken water was like a omnipresent. Meng Jingzhe soon discovered that the fragments of consciousness he had been cut off were cut into smaller pieces by a smaller "knife".

So little by little.

At that moment, Meng Jingzhe thought of a sentence, "In this way, the son gave birth to a grandson, and the grandson gave birth to a son, and the son was endless."

He hadn't figured out what the water of the silence wanted to do, but he felt that he was having endless mitosis.

Even because of such speculation, he felt that the tiny fragments of consciousness were as friendly as his own children.

Unfortunately, his children were dispersed by the broken water at this time, as if they were going to the ends of the world.

"If Shi Jiuying saw this scene, she would probably call me the Water God." Meng Jingzhe suddenly said with a smile.

Shi Jiuying is the underground tree king, and her roots are all over the ground. According to her, there is a root system in any part of the underground.

Where the root system is located, everything is dominated by her.

Therefore, she can easily control the entire underground.

"Why can't I be like Shi Jiuying?" Meng Jingzhe didn't know when such an idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

He seemed unable to resist the knife falling on his consciousness, so why not follow the trend?

Meng Jingzhe suddenly felt open-minded when he thought about this. He no longer cared about the knife, but began to try to contact the fragments of consciousness that he had scattered.

The beginning is always very difficult. The distant consciousness body seems to be gone forever and will not give Meng Jingzhe any feedback. Although the consciousness body that has just been cut can provide feedback, such feedback is fleeting.

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Meng Jingzhe, regardless of those consciousness bodies that have been away from, is only focused on experimenting on the newly cut pieces.

Once, twice, three times.

I don’t know how many times I tried it, but Meng Jingzhe finally succeeded, but he also felt a sense of division, as if he had two pairs of eyes.

These two pairs of eyes, from different angles, are inevitably given a sense of separation when he is feedbacking the same thing.

Meng Jingzhe didn't know how much time he had spent to eliminate such a sense of separation, and even began to learn how to use two consciousness bodies to help him.

Gradually, Meng Jingzhe could control more and more consciousness bodies at one time, and he felt more and more difficult.

But Meng Jingzhe did not think this feeling of difficulty was an obstacle, but instead thought it was the final test.

Meng Jingzhe tried hard to eliminate this feeling of difficulty, and he also knew that the longer he persisted, the closer he was to the dawn of victory.

After gritting his teeth and persevering, Meng Jingzhe finally felt a lighter on his body.

His fragments of consciousness floated to the surface with the water flow and saw the blue sky and white clouds.

Meng Jingzhe also saw the blue sky and white clouds.

His fragments of consciousness saw the elk running on the roadside along the flowing water.

Meng Jingzhe also saw the elk.

His fragments of consciousness sank into the bottom of the water and saw a huge rock.

Meng Jingzhe also saw the huge rock.

Countless pictures and thousands of consciousnesses, like the tentacles he stretched out, were constantly sending feedback to him.

He just had countless pairs of eyes, as if he had become the real master of this fragment of flow.

Meng Jingzhe felt at this moment that he was no longer a lamb to be cut in the middle of the stream, but like another master.

The feedback from countless consciousness bodies finally allowed Meng Jingzhe to see the overall outline of this silence.

When outside, Meng Jingzhe saw the turbulent waves, which seemed to be a wave that could knock people over. If one is not bad, he might be rushed off the cliff by the turbulent current.

But now his consciousness is scattered everywhere, but he feels that it is not like a broken stream, but rather like a river with a special flow, which is exactly consistent with Jinghe Jianzun's previous judgment.

After Meng Jingzhe controlled thousands of consciousness bodies, he began to try to recall all of these consciousness bodies.

If he could gather together again, it would mean that he really had complete control over this method.

But this time his attempt became difficult again, as if something was missing, and he could not make these fragments of consciousness stick together.

Gradually, these fragments of consciousness began to give feedback to Meng Jingzhe the same thing.

The huge rock at the bottom of the water.

Meng Jingzhe had already broken into tens of millions of pieces at this time, and there was probably no significant difference in size of each piece. Therefore, Meng Jingzhe no longer cared about the main fragment. When his consciousness teleported, the stone appeared in

Very close to him.

The main consciousness was transferred from one fragment to another. This matter seemed to be in a difficult situation for Meng Jingzhe, and there was even a sense of smoothness that should be so smooth.

The huge rock was buried deep in the mud at the bottom of the water, covered with mud.

Meng Jingzhe approached and carefully observed. Through the layers of mud wrapped around, Meng Jingzhe vaguely felt that the huge rock seemed particularly square.

It's like someone has been polished and thrown in.

Meng Jingzhe's spiritual consciousness gradually condensed into a pair of hands.

These hands grabbed both ends of the stone and pulled it out of the mud with force.

Perhaps the deeper the sinking, the more effort it took, there was still not much loosening.

Seeing that she couldn't pull it out, Meng Jingzhe simply changed his method, condensed his spiritual consciousness into a shovel, and began to dig under the water.

The excavation work went smoothly, and soon, the stones were empty.
To be continued...