Looking at Feng Qi, the Lord of Mist was extremely surprised.

In his memory.

Feng Qi was left with only a head. Without his blood and qi to maintain his consciousness, he would soon die and there would be no possibility of survival.

He was grateful for Feng Qi's risking his life to save him.

But it was just gratitude.

In order to commemorate his thrilling experience of getting the blood stone and out of gratitude to Feng Qi, he would often go to Feng Qi's tombstone, sit there and reminisce about the past and think about the future... and eat some tributes according to the customs of the race to commemorate him.

This gradually became a habit.

So he had a very deep impression of Feng Qi.

Meeting again today after 1,500 years, he was full of doubts.

But Feng Qi ignored his surprise and shouted again in a deep voice:

"Lin Ran, come out!"

Hearing his shout, the misty face suddenly began to distort and change. It was obvious that Lin Ran's consciousness in the deep sleep was awakened and started to fight against the Lord of Mist.

At this time, the Lord of Mist obviously realized that something was wrong.

"What did you do to me?"

Looking at the constantly distorted face of the mist, he grinned:

"I saved your life back then just for today, 1,500 years later. You don't really think that I risked my life to save you because I liked you, do you?"

Hearing this, a faint expression of anger can be seen on the distorted face:

"Feng Qi, I often go to your tomb to eat tributes, but you actually use me!"

Hearing the words of the Lord of the Mist, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Eh...eat tributes?

[Good guy, the wicked bastard who stole the tributes has been caught, it is undoubtedly this guy Misty, let him pay! ]

Looking at Feng Qi with a puzzled face, the Lord of the Mist with a distorted expression asked again:

"Your physical body and spiritual body have been shattered, only a trace of survival, without my blood to maintain your consciousness should have dissipated long ago, why are you still alive!"

[Tell it that you don't have enough food down there, this time you specially bribed the King of Hell to catch the thief who stole the tributes, everything is cause and effect! 】

Feng Qi: ...

Ignoring the narrator's complaints, he looked directly at the Lord of Mist:

"You can only plan for the future, but I can't use you as a chess piece to plan for the future?"

Realizing that he had really become Feng Qi's chess piece, the Lord of Mist roared.

It also suddenly understood why its mental strength was increasing slowly.

It turned out that there was always a "parasite" hidden in the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, and it didn't know how much of its mental power it had sucked away in the past 1,500 years.

At this time, in its spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

The gray mental group and the blue mental group collided wildly.

Compared with the previous time, Lin Ran became extremely fierce in attack this time.

But the Lord of Mist was obviously not a vegetarian. In order to destroy Lin Ran's mental consciousness group, it launched a crazy offensive.

For a while, the two mental consciousness groups fought evenly.

At this time, Feng Qi stood outside the mist, hoping that Lin Ran could win the final victory.

This was the third time he paved the way for Lin Ran to seize the body of the Lord of Mist.

Learning from the experience of the previous two failures, this time Lin Ran mastered a very strong mental attack technique.

He had personally experienced how powerful this spiritual attack technique was.

Although Lin Ran would most likely modify the "perverted version" of spiritual immortality later, he felt that the castrated version of "Spiritual Immortality" would also be extremely powerful.

Because the strongest form of this spiritual attack technique is the spiritual body form.

At this time, Lin Ran was in the spiritual body form.

Looking at the misty face whose expression was constantly distorted, sometimes disintegrating and condensing, he chose to watch and wait without being able to intervene to help, and turned his head to the east from time to time.

If Lin Ran successfully seized the Lord of Mist in this future dream line, its existence time in the future dream would also be greatly extended.

In addition, the plan to capture Sanwei could also be easily completed.

Thinking of this, he looked at the misty face and shouted:

"Aran, how sure are you!"

"Fifty percent." A hoarse and familiar voice came from the misty face.

"Come on, kill him!"

This time Lin Ran did not answer again, but the misty face's distortion speed suddenly accelerated.

From the contraction and expansion of the mist, it can be seen that Lin Ran and the Lord of the Mist are fighting fiercely for the body.

Sometimes the Lord of the Mist controls the body, and sometimes Lin Ran controls the body.

As time goes by, Lin Ran's voice suddenly comes:

"Brother Qi, I'm almost successful."

Hearing this, Feng Qi suddenly clenched his fist excitedly.

[This kid has made it. It's not in vain that we have worked hard to lay out multiple future lines. The right protector is about to return to his position. My narrator's strength will be greatly increased. What do you think of the thrower? ]

Hearing this, he couldn't help rolling his eyes, and then raised his middle finger to the narrator in his heart.

What thrower, your whole family is the thrower!

At this time, in the spiritual sea of ​​the Lord of the Mist, Lin Ran has already occupied a clear advantage.

The strength difference between the gray and blue spiritual consciousness bodies is not very large, and even the gray spiritual consciousness body that originally belonged to the Lord of the Mist is even better.

But Lin Ran won because he developed a mental attack technique with great lethality.

In the battle between the two spiritual consciousness bodies, Lin Ran caused much more damage to the Lord of Mist than the Lord of Mist.

As time went on, Lin Ran had gained an absolute upper hand.

As long as he was given enough time, it would not be a problem to kill the Lord of Mist and gain control of his body.

The Lord of Mist was obviously aware that death was approaching.

Feeling the spiritual consciousness being damaged under Lin Ran's fierce attack, the Lord of the Mist roared unwillingly from the bottom of his heart.

1500 years of planning and waiting.

For this day, he led his people on a journey.

During this period, many people in the tribe sacrificed themselves and died on the road they had opened up. In the end, he was the only one who came here.

Behind his success, the corpses of his people were paved.

Looking back on the past, he regretted more than once that he chose to embark on a road of no return.

If possible, he was willing to give up his former ambitions and only wished that his sister and his people would be resurrected.

Feeling the fragmentation of his spiritual body, the Lord of the Mist roared unwillingly in his heart.

"I won't fall... I swore to resurrect them!"

As he approached death, the faces of his people reappeared in his mind.

He also thought of when he walked out of that road of no return, he gritted his teeth and declared to this new world:

He would become a pillar god one day in the future and would also resurrect all the people who died in the battle.

At this time, a strange scene happened.

The originally fragmented spiritual body of the Lord of the Mist actually slowly re-condensed.

At this time, the outside world.

The voice of the narrator suddenly sounded in Feng Qi's mind:

[Aqi, there is a special power sprouting in the main body of the mist. This power is something I have never seen before. It seems to be blessing the Lord of the Mist. Maybe the situation has changed! ]

Hearing this, Feng Qi's expression, which was originally full of smiles, froze.

"A Jedi comeback, what kind of protagonist template is this!"

[Could it be that there are also miracle items in the main body of the mist? ]

Hearing this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was really possible.

After 1,500 years of development, maybe the Lord of the Mist has already found other miracle items and merged them with himself.

In this way, he obtained the relevant abilities given by the miracle items.

Just when Feng Qi was worried about it, the mist face suddenly froze, and then changed into a smiling face.

"Brother Qi, I'm back!"

Hearing this, he did not choose to believe it, and decisively shouted in his heart:

"Narrator, sweep him!"

[I have checked that the body now occupied is indeed Lin Ran's blue spiritual consciousness, but the spiritual consciousness of the Lord of the Mist still exists and has not been destroyed by Lin Ran. Maybe it will come back! ]

"It's really difficult."

As he said, he turned his head and looked at the misty face:

"A Ran, how do you feel now?"

Faced with the question, Lin Ran did not answer, only to see the sea of ​​mist began to shrink rapidly.

Finally, a boy with purple hair and purple eyes appeared in front of him.

Looking at Feng Qi, he grinned:

"Brother Qi, I finally understand why you asked me to study the spiritual confrontation skills and techniques. I'm... back, hug!"

Looking at Lin Ran who was walking towards him, Feng Qi looked disgusted:

"Don't do these empty things. What's your situation now?"

"It feels better than ever, but I couldn't kill it. It's still in the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness."

"Why don't you kill it?"

"It can't be killed. It is protected by some unknown force. I can't hurt it anymore."

Hearing this, he felt a little regretful.

But thinking of this future dream line, he finally won the victory against the Lord of the Mist, and then a smile appeared on his face.

At least everything is going in a good direction.

[There is no enemy that cannot be solved by one timeline. If there is, then there are two, three, countless timelines. How does the poem say... Jasper is very high, and then there are ten thousand timelines that beat him to death. It means that ten thousand timelines can kill any enemy. ]

Listening to the narrator's serious complaints, Feng Qi was ashamed.

If he guessed correctly, this poem should be "Ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down", which has nothing to do with any enemy or ten thousand timelines.

"Brother Qi, tell me quickly, how did you know that I would be possessed?" At this time, Lin Ran came to him and asked with a smile.

Feng Qi heard it and was about to answer, but the voice of the narrator sounded in his mind again:

[Your brother Hei is about to arrive at the battlefield. After my careful consideration, we will use the latest collected new weapons this round. My turn to draw cards... I have decided that it will be you, Misty Ran, come on. ] Feng

Qi: ...

Ignoring the narrator's complaints, he looked back.

Sure enough, a group of black fog was flying quickly to the east.

Wherever it passed along the way, whether it was the living dead or the twisted plants, they were all eaten up by the psychic nanoworms.

Seeing this, he turned back to look at Lin Ran decisively, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"Good brother, do me a favor."

Hearing this, Lin Ran nodded without hesitation:

"Brother Qi, you said that as long as it is within my ability, I will do it."

"Is it feasible for me to go through fire and water for my brother ?" "

Yes!"

As he said this, Lin Ran showed a puzzled expression on his face, obviously not understanding why Feng Qi asked this.

At this time, Feng Qi continued to ask:

"Is it feasible for me to stick my neck out for my brother?"

"Yes!" Lin Ran nodded again in doubt.

"Then is it feasible for me to sacrifice myself for my brother?" This time he got to the point.

"Brother Qi, you are my best brother, of course it is feasible."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on his face.

But just as he was about to let Lin Ran fight Xiao Hei, the narrator's voice sounded in his mind:

[Keep asking, challenge his limit again, ask him if his brother can sleep with your wife! ]

Feng Qi: ...

He couldn't help but give the narrator a middle finger in his heart.