Ling Han smiled tenderly at the ocean, turned around resolutely, and commanded hundreds of millions of ghosts and gods to return to the Prajna Sutra, as if he had never appeared before.
The Prajna Sutra rolled around in the air with satisfaction, and finally closed it again. With a pop, it jumped into Lu Jiuque's sea of consciousness and continued to sleep.
Of course, Prajna Sutra is still very satisfied with the "sequelae" of this disaster!
Because of this fatal blow, Lu Jiuque's sea of consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse, was once again "expanded". The power and multiple of this expansion even far exceeded Lu Jiuque's practice of "Refining Desolation Art" and the use of other sources. The total strength of the body quenching.
Therefore, the game on the edge of life and death is the most able to sharpen one's character.
But such a disaster of life and death can only happen once in a while. It cannot bear it if it happens every day.
It seems that Ling Han's "tempering" needs to be accelerated, otherwise as Lu Jiuque's enemies become stronger and stronger, she will be in a lot of trouble...
Prajna Scripture didn't realize at all that he had already unknowingly loved Lu Jiuque as his "own child".
It’s okay to spank and scold your own children!
But if others want to bully their children, see if it breaks their legs! !
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Far away in another world, a man suddenly turned pale and spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
His strange movements frightened the people around him, and they started to drink.
"King! What's wrong with you?! King!"
"Is this being counterattacked?!"
"How is this possible! This is the king!"
…
The crowd was in chaos, and it was not until the man slowly raised his hand that they gradually became quiet.
The man's fingertips were white without a trace of blood. He gently wiped the corners of his mouth. The dark brown blood had a ghostly aura against the snow-white skin.
"Haha..." After a while, the man laughed faintly, with deep pleasure in his eyes.
Everyone was puzzled as to why Wang was so happy even after being injured. There was something wrong with this...
The man slowly leaned his body on the throne, narrowed his eyes and said, "I didn't expect to find it in such an unexpected place..."
Everyone was puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask, so they could only look at the man helplessly.
The corners of his lips curled up, and his demonic aura seduced people's hearts.
"It's the Book of Disasters..."
Book of Disaster? !
Everyone’s expressions were horrified!
The Book of Disaster, the legendary Menghong Book that contains all the power to destroy the world? !
"Moreover, the Book of Disasters actually lurks in the consciousness of a small, small... human soul... Haha, this kind of display is so interesting."
"What?!"
"In the sea of consciousness of human souls?!"
"Is this true?!"
The man was in a good mood, so he didn't care about anything with his subordinates. He lazily said: "Yes, but this human race is not a useless waste. After all, she snatched a chess piece from my king's hand."
Being able to forcibly control a chess piece under the radiation of his power also allowed him to get rid of his own influence and completely surrender.
That human ant really impressed him.
Unfortunately, she was still too weak. He just moved a finger, and her sea of consciousness was about to collapse.
If the Book of Disaster hadn't saved her at the last critical moment, would the human ants be completely useless now
At that time, the soul body wearing a cloak made him a little concerned... Haha...