Chapter 524 Split

After finally leveling the sea level, Tyrant wiped his forehead and said, "I'm exhausted. Today's energy consumption will take at least a week to make up for."

Fang Xingjian took a deep breath, and the wind and clouds flowed around him, as if a strong wind was blowing.

He inhaled a large amount of ether fans into his lungs in one breath, but compared to the consumption just now, it was still a drop in the bucket.

Fang Xingjian said: "Although the concentration of ether fans has increased a lot, our ether organs are not perfect, and our ability to absorb the energy and information of ether fans is insufficient, and recovery is still too slow compared to our consumption."

Tyrant felt the etheric fan in the air, and said: "With such a high concentration, although many people practice quickly, if the second-rank titled knight lacks willpower, facing so many times the amount of information, it is difficult to Is it easier to go crazy?"

Fang Xingjian nodded, looked towards the sea god's position in the sea, and Tyrant on the side also looked over: "The little purple fish? Oh, no, it seems to be a magic-weave warrior?"

Just when the two looked at Seagod, Seagod's face paled suddenly, his muscles trembled fiercely, and he rushed out like a bolt of lightning. The purple brilliance all over his body soared, as if he was about to cut the entire sea in two in an instant. Half the same, in the blink of an eye, he had already covered a distance of more than ten kilometers, as if something was chasing him.

'Walk! go now! '

‘There is such a terrifying guy in Miracle Continent. '

‘Let’s go north, you must not make enemies with these two people. '

In an instant, Sea God left far away, vowing in his heart to stay away from the west coast from now on, and never come here again.

Tyrant licked his lips, looked greedily at the sea god who fled to the distance, stroked his white hair and said, "Aren't you going to catch him?"

"I don't know each other, I don't have any grievances, don't bother him." Fang Xingjian looked in the direction of Daxi City, and said, "Let's go, go back."

...

In Daxi City, an unusually luxurious manor, it was pitch black at the moment, and all the servants disappeared, becoming ghostly.

This is the original manor of Hilbrand, the proud son of heaven, one of the top three in the state college, since the pillar of the family three months ago, a consummated demigod powerhouse, after his grandfather died, the status of the family has become increasingly As he descended, the various branches fought each other, and the power and wealth continued to disintegrate. He was depressed and dismissed all the servants in the manor.

It is said that he drank his sorrows every day, and there were screams of fear from time to time in the depths of the manor.

In the basement of the manor, Hilbrand knelt on the ground with his head in his arms. His eyes were wide open, his pupils moved unconsciously, and the expression on his face was extremely ferocious.

"go out!"

"You all get out of here!"

"It's useless, just hand over your body."

"Give me!"

"No, give me your body!"

"Go away, his body is mine!"

In the past three months, the concentration of the etheric fan has increased rapidly, not only the energy has increased, but the information contained in the etheric fan has also increased, and the cultivation of the titled knight has also been tested by more will.

The etheric fan contains all kinds of information about the past, present and future. Of course, it also contains a lot of personal information. Under the long flow of history, countless great men have left their own information remnants in the world.

The experience, history and other information in it have advantages and disadvantages for many knights.

It's like when Fang Xingjian was in the Holy Land, his willpower was strong enough to directly learn the swordsmanship experience left by the past masters.

Those with weak wills will be influenced by personal information and become obsessed.

So in the face of the rapidly improving ether fans, powerful knights can directly read the information, discard the dross and extract the essence, and further improve their cultivation.

And people with insufficient will may go crazy or be in a vegetative state.

Even because of the high concentration of ether fans and too much information, there is an impact that would not normally occur, that is, the cultivator is affected by these personal information and has a split personality.

Like the legendary possession of the undead, the undead is resurrected.

And Hilbrand has been at the lowest ebb of his life in the past three months. Under such circumstances, a lot of information flooded into his mind, many of which represent personal memories, emotions and other things in his mind Slowly settling in the middle, making his brain more and more chaotic.

In Hilbrand's sea of ​​consciousness, a red-haired middle-aged man said: "Give up, Hilbrand, your will is already riddled with holes, if this continues, more and more personal information into your brain, and you're going to be completely insane."

Another fat man with blond hair came out of his consciousness and said, "Damn, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of situation. The last time I woke up was hundreds of years ago."

"It's not called awakening." A monster covered in countless heads and tentacles said, "It's just that the concentration of ether fans has increased. Those of us who have already died, because of the influx of personal information into his body, are awakened again. Resurrected with the help of his brain."

"As a ghost?"

"It can also be said to be his other personality."

Dozens of grotesque consciousnesses kept arguing in Hilbrand's brain, trying to snatch their own living space.

Hilbrand yelled, "Get out of here, all of you!"

"Are you kidding me? I was the number one swordsman in the mainland 300 years ago..."

"I am the Dharma King of the Holy See of Truth..."

"Hey hey hey, I really want to kill you all..."

"I am the first genius of black magic thousands of years ago, the king of black magic, listen to me..."

"Everyone wait, listen to what this idiot has to say."

Those who were able to leave their own information in the etheric fan, and survived in the knight's sea of ​​consciousness, and even "resurrected" in the consciousness of the titled knight, all of them were strong.

Now Hilbrand has absorbed too much personal information and memories in his sea of ​​consciousness. Once there is a quarrel, no one will accept the other at all, and there will be no result in the quarrel.

At this moment, in Hilbrand's mind, another group of consciousness began to recover after the memory and other information were sufficient.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a man in a white coat slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, there were giants thousands of times taller than him, ferocious monsters, and kings who seemed to rule the world.

Seeing these other wills exuding an extremely dangerous aura, the white coat rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm dreaming?" He felt his body and said, "Can anyone explain what's going on?"

"Bad wood." A strong man in golden armor riding on a black dragon said: "I am Morodo, the king of the sea, the king of the sky, the king of the earth, soaring on the throne of the gods..."

Another child in a dress said impatiently, "It's just the little island owner. The third level of god-level cultivation comes from 3,000 years ago. If you were born five hundred years later, I will definitely make you into a ball and kick you."

The little girl looked at the white coat and said: "Boy, the seventh era is here, do you understand? Anyway, this body is in a bad state, so please report the background first. If the background is big enough, we may listen to you." .”

Countless monsters, heroes, and mages looked at the white coat, and the white coat blinked and said, "Uh, I remember that I used to work in the Beijing Mental Health Center."