Chapter 152

"Wake up!"

With a long cry, Zhou Ming's consciousness fell into boundless chaos.

Die, die. Countless pictures flicker in Zhou Ming's mind. A young man in black walks out of the picture. He is bathed in blood and his black eyes are not warm. He calmly steps through the pictures and comes to the sea of knowledge of Zhou Ming.

"Chen Ziwen, what are you doing again?"

Zhou Ming's body of consciousness also appears in Shihai. He runs to Chen Ziwen and stares at the evil devil.

Chen Ziwen smiles, shakes his head and sighs: "the root of this is yourself."

"Myself?"

Zhou Ming didn't understand. Was he possessed again? But he didn't practice at this time.

"The power you borrowed does not belong to the rules of the week, but it can still turn the void into reality, even come to this world. This is a great rebellious force, and ordinary people are easily lost in it. Now you are not only lost in your mind, but also trapped in your heart. The thoughts of good and evil in your body are moved. I have no choice but to appear. "

Chen Ziwen held out a hand and brushed it in front of Zhou Ming's eyes. A wisp of pure black breath ran into the white light behind Zhou Ming. It turned into a carp and wandered wantonly in the white.

After blending into the pure black breath, Zhou Ming felt the extraordinary white radiance behind him. These white radiance belonged to his soul of consciousness. This pure radiance was the manifestation of his true nature.

On the contrary, behind Chen Ziwen, there was a thick and dark place, like an endless prison.

Black and white occupy half of the sea.

"How? Can I help you? "

Chen Ziwen, with his hands on his back and a black skirt, has no wind.

Zhou Ming closed his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed it behind him. The pure black carp turned into a wisp of white light and was imprisoned in his palm.

"No, I don't need to. I'll go through it myself."

Zhou Mingxin is no more than Chen Ziwen. He doesn't want to get in touch with the evil way. Unless he has to, he really doesn't want to go on this road of no return.

"This cause and effect is not something that can be broken at once."

Chen Ziwen left a meaningful speech, which turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared in the sea of knowledge of Zhou Ming Dynasty.

Zhou Ming sat cross legged in the sea of knowledge, and began to suppress his thoughts and knots. Countless mental powers shot out of the Shenfu, smashing all the endless pure black in front of the Shenfu. The three golden seals of mind on the Shenfu were blooming, which made Zhou Ming's mind rise steadily.

Outside, Xueling slowly puts Yang Xicong down. She picks up a piece of fox mask, holds it in her hand and holds it tremblingly in her arms. Tears fell from the girl's cheek, she knew that the man had left her forever.

The bloody scene around her still can't cover up the sadness in the girl's heart. This absurd fate makes her finally fail to recognize her father.

"I'm sorry, Xueling."

Zhou Ming woke up, regardless of the trickle of blood in his mouth and nose, he hit the ground with a very chagrin.

Xueling shook her head, put her hands on her chest and whispered, "it's OK. I knew it would be like this. I'm the one to say I'm sorry. "

The debris in her hand fell down. Xueling came to Zhou Ming and held out her hands to his face.

Zhou Ming looked at Xueling's moist eyes, and suddenly an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"Zhou Ming, I lied to you. I kept something from you."

The girl approached Zhou Ming and said gently on his lips, "this is all my memory. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

Suddenly, Shen Xueling felt the soft feeling of his lips.

The huge amount of information makes Zhou Ming unable to relax for a moment. He stares at Xueling in an incredible way.

"I see."

Xueling smiles at Zhou Ming, but at this moment, a huge energy palm comes from behind her.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhou Ming was shocked. He picked up Yang Xicong in one hand and was about to pull Xueling aside. Unexpectedly, Xueling slapped him at this time.

Xueling's palm is so powerful that Zhou Ming is shocked to slide backward. With the help of thrust, Xueling bumps into the palm print behind her.

"No!"

Zhou Ming's mind trembled. He had expected what Xueling would do next.

"Poof!"

A wind blade passes through Xueling's chest, bringing a bloody competition.

"Don't sacrifice!"

Seeing that Xueling is about to be killed by the palmprint, Zhou Ming roars furiously. The ground under his feet is collapsed by him. He is like a white thunder, trying to save Xueling before the palmprint falls.

"With my remnant body, meet him."

Xueling's pale lips wriggle, a few syllables fall, several golden light flow, fly to Zhou Ming.

The girl's long hair is scattered, and her pale face adds a little tenderness to it. At this time, she is like a holy flower, blooming the last beauty.Zhou Ming, after all, is still slow. Before he reaches out his hand to touch Xueling, the wind has already drowned the girl in front of him. With a splash of blood, the merciless attack comes, and the fresh life disappears.

When the golden light enters Zhou Ming's body, a huge golden lotus appears in front of him, which instantly counteracts the aftereffects of the palm wind. Several wind blades are all dissolved by the light and shadow on the Golden Lotus.

"Poof -"

ZHOU Ming's mind broke down and he took a big gulp of bright red. Xueling's death made him despair. He looked up at Fang Chong and Yuan Yuanzhong, who were still watching the opera in the sky. His hatred suddenly broke out.

An old man ran to Zhou Ming. With a strong wind on his body, he crossed with one hand, picked up a blade of wind, and chopped at Zhou Ming angrily.

The wind blade was blocked an inch in front of Zhou Ming's body, and a little bit of golden light came up. For a moment, the fierce wind blade was like mud tiles in the water, and they broke up without a trace.

Zhou Ming holds Yang Xicong in one hand, and his face is as cold as iron. With a wave of his sword, a touch of silver flashes away.

The old man didn't even have the opportunity to react. A weak shadow of sword Qi came out from behind his head.

This old man is mo Qianli. For his teacher, Zhou Ming has no mercy at this time. In his complete memory, he has learned that the thing used by shadow gate to control human beings is soul control pill.

The soul of those who take the soul control pill will be imprinted with the spirit mark of the person who applied the medicine. From then on, they can only obey the orders of the person who applied the medicine all their lives. This soul controlling pill can't be solved. If the person who uses the medicine dies, the mark rooted in the soul will explode. It can be said that this is a very terrible evil medicine.

Zhou Ming, holding Yang Xicong in his arms, walks by and appears in front of a young girl. He raises his hand and cuts him down with a sword. An old man with thunder all over his body is divided into two parts by an invisible sword. This man is chichongshan.

Zhou Ming put down Yang Xicong and said, "help me take care of her."

"Good."

The girl is also known to Zhou Ming, long Fumei.

Long Fumei holds Yang Xicong and looks at Zhou Ming with a complicated look.

Zhou Ming didn't care about long Fumei's eyes. He stepped out and came to an old man who was killing madly, stabbing him with a sword.

Sword light takes a straight track, a splash of blood, Su Mu falls to the ground and dies.