Ning Shu glanced at the immortal man.
It feels that the power of the soul is disappearing at a rapid rate, and the little soul power that has finally been accumulated has to be absorbed by a whip.
Is it easy for her to collect a little soul power
Since she insisted on absorbing the power of her soul with the whip, it was ruined, and all the power of the soul could not be absorbed.
Ning Shu used death consciousness to fend off the whip.
It seemed that he couldn't get this whip anymore, and Ning Shu didn't want to make this man cheap either.
Looks like a person of Buddhism!
How could it be that Buddhism, if nothing else, this Buddhism man must be secretly from that faction.
Even if he is not the leader, he is also an important person in the faction, otherwise there is no capital to let others raise the whip for him.
Ning Shu pinched the whip covered with thorns, the sharp scales pierced into Ning Shu's hand, and Ning Shu immediately used the will to death.
It depends on whoever wants to survive.
And using the will of death to obliterate the brand of consciousness in the whip, if possible, Ning Shu didn't want to destroy the whip.
This is a congenital fetal treasure, something born in the void, it is not easy to encounter one.
And now this tire treasure is still formed and has absorbed a lot of energy.
Ning Shu also spent a lot of effort.
The whip's consciousness was blank and barren, basically there was nothing.
Now the whip is still an ordinary whip, and there is no consciousness born. After thinking about it, it also branded a meaning. You can brand it, and I can brand it.
Two consciousness imprints cannot coexist; the two consciousnesses will compete with each other.
Because the whip was branded with consciousness by Ning Shu, then there would be no more attacks on Ning Shu. Instead, the battle for the brand of consciousness between the two began.
Ning Shu took the whip and chuckled, "Now this whip is also imprinted with my consciousness, then this whip is mine."
The Buddhist man blinked, "How come it's yours."
Ning Shu also blinked, "You said that the whip has the brand of your meaning, and it is yours. Now there is the brand of my consciousness in the whip. According to the logic, this is my whip."
The man shook his head, a little amused, "You are a logical robber, you don't have such a statement."
Ning Shu: "This thing is my trophy. Your subordinates lost to me. This is the thing. You have to take my trophy. Your logic is more robber."
These people lost to her and wanted to snatch her things, but they were robbed back, and they wanted to snatch it back. Dream.
While the two consciousnesses are fighting, the two consciousness marks can only leave one person behind and become the master of the whip.
Ning Shu's consciousness is like a black thread, swimming like a snake. This consciousness is attached to the will of death. Death is dark and frightening.
But the consciousness of the man on the opposite side was a white particle the size of a rice grain, exuding a faint and warm luster.
It contrasted sharply with Ning Shu's darkness.
Ning Shu's consciousness swam past, attached to the grain of rice, trying to swallow the other's consciousness.
Although Ning Shu had death consciousness, the other's consciousness about the size of a grain of rice remained motionless.
Sure enough, it's a big brother.
Don't worry, grind slowly.
Ning Shu simply sat down, anyway, tired from the task, she took the opportunity to rest. She didn't have much, but she had too much time, and it would be fine.
Ning Shu watched him stand motionless, letting his clothes fly around, looking gentle and gentle, and seemed not to be angry, just like a monk who pursued all sentient beings.
When Ning Shu reached this point, his hands were also stained with blood. Whether it was to protect himself or to protect his own things, fighting was a must.
What's more, it's still such a big boss, everyone in the organization has to step on one by one and walk up.
The gentle Buddhism is only the appearance, and the essence must be seen through the phenomenon.
There is no way to stop others without thunder.
Ning Shu: "Aren't you tired standing up? Sit down. It's estimated that the winner will be won in a short while."
Ning Shu's death consciousness is an advantage, but the opponent's strength is strong, and Ning Shu can't bear it in counterattack.
The Buddhist man smiled, "No, I just stand up."
Then you just stand.
Seeing that everyone is smiling and kind, I don't know what I think.
Ning Shu was not in the mood to understand what the other party was thinking.
Now it's up to the two consciousnesses who can stay.
The Buddhist man shook his head, sighed and said, "If your consciousness wins, it doesn't matter if this whip is given to you."
Ning Shu smiled, "This is obviously my thing, and I don't need you to give it."
"I don't know what they did before. I was afraid that I was in a bad mood, so I was eager to find this thing back."
Ning Shuhe said, "How terrible are you to make your subordinates so impatient to take things back by any means."
He shook his head, "It's not that I'm scary, but they don't want me to be unhappy. It's just a congenital fetus. I don't care too much. On the contrary, people are lost. Talents are important. You can find things again."
Ning Shu just snorted.
"That means, if I win, this whip is mine?"
The man nodded, "It's yours if you win."
"Then your subordinates won't be okay to trouble me anymore?" Ning Shu asked, raising his brows.
"No, I won't come to you."
Ning Shu said immediately: "That's fine, they don't come to trouble me, I won't go to their troubles in a leisurely manner."
It is also very annoying to be worried about all day long. The most important thing is that I can get a Congenital Taibao, which is still formed.
Ning Shu felt that this whip was the most suitable weapon for him, and he had to hold it.
The Buddhist man is probably serious. His consciousness began to counterattack. Before he was still motionless, now he started to act. The rice-grain consciousness burst out with a powerful light, which seemed to be able to shine through all the filth in the world.
One black and one white, it seemed that Ning Shu's consciousness was really filthy.
The other party is very pure, just like the Holy Light.
Ning Shu didn't care very much. If his consciousness was really mixed with filthy and evil things, he might be suppressed by such light.
But this consciousness is mixed with death, and death is pure black, not filthy and evil.
Fighting black and white, this kind of consciousness struggle, Ning Shu didn't have much experience.
Can only eat away the other's consciousness bit by bit.
The man raised his eyebrows, "The rules you perceive are not simple, they can resist my consciousness."
"My consciousness is the cleanest. As soon as the consciousness of others gets closer, it will be uncomfortable."
Ning Shu just said, "Thank you for the compliment."
Ning Shu and the man were just like Mu Dun, motionless in the void.
The two consciousnesses in the whip are colliding fiercely, and the fight is not giving way to each other.
(End of this chapter)