Chapter 3459: Fight
Ning Shu glanced at the man with a fluttering fairy.
Feeling the power of the soul is disappearing at a rapid speed, and the power of a little soul that has been accumulated is actually absorbed by a whip.
Is it easy for her to collect a little soul?
Since the whip insists on absorbing the power of her soul, it is ruined and cannot be absorbed by the power of all souls.
Ning Shu used the consciousness of death to resist the whip.
It seems that I can't get this whip, and Ning Shu doesn't want to be cheap.
People who look like Buddhists!
How is it possible for the Buddha to follow, if there is no accident, this Buddhist man must be the secret of that faction.
Even if it is not the head, it is also an important person in the faction, otherwise there is no capital for others to warm the whip for him.
Ning Shu pinched the whip with a thorn, and the sharp scales pierced the hands of Ning Shu. Ning Shu immediately used the will to death.
Just see who can't help it.
And use the will to kill to erase the conscious mark in the whip, if you can, Ning Shu does not want to ruin the whip.
This is the congenital treasure, it is the birth of the void, it is not easy to encounter one.
And now this baby treasure has also formed, and also absorbed a lot of energy.
Ning Shu also spent a lot of effort.
The whip's consciousness is blank and ridiculous, basically nothing.
Now the whip is still an ordinary whip, and there is no sense of birth. I also thought about it. I also used a branding. You can brand it. I can brand it.
Two conscious brands cannot coexist, and two consciousnesses will compete with each other.
Because the whip was branded by Ning Shu, then it would not attack Ning Shu again. Instead, the competition for two conscious marks began.
Ning Shu smiled with a whip. "Now there is also a brand of my consciousness in this whip, then this whip is mine."
The Buddha man blinked and said, "What is yours."
Ning Shu also blinked. "You said that there is a brand in your whip. It is yours. Now there is my brand of consciousness in the whip. According to logic, this is my whip."
The man shook his head and smiled a little. "You have a very robbery logic. There is no such statement."
Ning Shu: "This thing is my trophy. It is your subordinate loss to me. This is the thing. You have to take my spoils. Your logic is more robbery."
These people lost to her, want to grab her things, were robbed, and have to grab back and dream.
While the two senses are fighting, the two brands of consciousness can only leave one person and become the master of the whip.
Ningshu’s consciousness is a black silk thread, swimming like a snake. This consciousness attaches to the will of death, and death is dark and frightening.
The opposite man’s consciousness is a white grain of rice size, with a faint and warm glow.
It is in stark contrast to the darkness of Ningshu.
Ningshu’s consciousness swam past the past and attached to the rice grain, consuming the other’s consciousness.
Although Ning Shu has a sense of death, the other person’s awareness of the size of the rice is not moving.
Sure enough, it’s a big bang.
Don't worry, slowly grind.
Ning Shu simply sat down, anyway, the task is tired, taking the opportunity to rest, she is not much, it is more time, it will be spent in the old days.
Ning Shu watched him stand still, letting the clothes altogether flutter, looks warm and gentle, and seems to be not angry, like a monk who is a Pudu sentient being.
Ningshu has come to this step, and his hands are also stained with blood. Whether it is to protect himself or to protect his own things, fighting is a must.
What's more, it's such a big deal. Everyone in the organization has to step on one person and go up.
A gentle Buddhist system is only an appearance, and it is necessary to see the essence through phenomena.
There is no point in thunder that can't live without others.
Ning Shu: "Are you standing still not tired, sit down, it is estimated that there will be no victory or defeat in one and a half."
Ningshu’s sense of death is an advantage, but the strength of the other side is strong, and Ningshu can’t afford it.
The Buddha man smiled. "No, I just stand."
Then you stand.
Seeing who is smiling and kindly, I don’t know what I think in my heart.
Ning Shu also has no mood to understand what the other party thinks.
Now look at the two senses who can stay.
The Buddha man shook his head and sighed and said: "If your consciousness wins, this whip will not matter to you."
Ning Shu smiled. "This is obviously my thing, I don't need you to give it."
"I didn't know what they had done before. I was afraid that I was in a bad mood, so I was eager to get this thing back."
Ning Shu snorted, "How terrible you are, will you be so impressed by your men, and you will have to take things back without any means."
He shook his head. "It's not that I am terrible, but that they don't want me to be unhappy. It's just a congenital treasure. I don't care too much. Instead, I lose people. Talent is important. Things can be found again."
Ning Shu just sighed.
"That is to say, if I win, this whip is mine?"
The man nodded. "You won is yours."
"Then your men will not be in trouble to find me again?" Ning Shu asked with a brow.
"No, I won't come to you."
Ning Shu immediately said: "That line, they don't come to me for trouble, I won't be idle and have no trouble finding them."
It’s annoying to be remembered all day long. The most important thing is that you can get a congenital protection or a shape.
Ning Shu thinks that this whip is the most suitable weapon for him and must be held.
The Buddha man was probably serious. His consciousness began to counterattack. Before that, he did not move. Now he started to act. The consciousness of rice grain broke out with a strong light. This light seems to be able to shine through all the filth in the world.
A black and white, it seems that Ning Shu's consciousness is really filthy.
The other party is very pure, just like the light.
Ning Shu is not very concerned, if his consciousness is really contaminated with evil things, it may be suppressed by such light.
But this consciousness is mixed with death. Death is pure black, not filthy and evil.
A black and white battle, this kind of consciousness struggle, Ning Shu's experience is not a lot.
Only one bit can eat away from each other's consciousness.
The man raised his eyebrows. "The rules you feel are not simple and can resist my consciousness."
"My consciousness is the cleanest. When someone else's consciousness is close, it will be uncomfortable."
Ning Shu just said: "Thank you for complimenting."
Ning Shu and the man are just like the wooden pier, and they are motionless in the void.
The two senses in the whip are in a fierce collision, and the fights do not give each other.
