Chapter 1011 (1/2)

”Are you sure?” After listening to the beautiful words, Jiang Yuzhe's mood was a little relaxed.

”Sure.” She said.

”You are not comforting me.” Jiang Yuzhe asked.

”No Pretty pretty sure said.

”That's good, that's good. I think you will be able to get rid of this disaster.” Jiang Yuzhe prayed.

He didn't know that things were not as good as beauty said, and his prayers didn't work.

At this time, the whole idea of Mu Hanyan has been fragmented, and the mind is also blank, as if the whole person, the whole soul, are trapped in a bottomless abyss, only in the depths of the soul, there is still the last trace of Lingtai Qingming.

Fortunately, there is an ancient sword guarding her God sea, guarding the last trace of the holy platform for her. Otherwise, she would have lost consciousness and become a walking corpse.

However, even with the protection of the ancient sword, she knew that she could not hold on for a long time. She felt that under the stimulation of divine sacrifice and prohibition, the power of her mind burned like oil fire. Once the oil fire burned out, she would always be trapped in the boundless darkness and never have the chance to wake up again.

If this can save her younger brother, she is willing to, but she knows that even with such reckless burning power, she still can't clear the storm.

That innumerable mind storm is still invading Mu Hanfeng's mind, like a sharp sword, mercilessly cut to his mind.

”Are you really powerless to return to heaven?” Trapped in the bottomless abyss, mu Hanyan reluctantly thought, the bottom of my heart filled with bursts of powerless feeling.

”Cold smoke.” At this time, the voice of the night came to our ears, so kind, so familiar, but so far away, as if from another time and space, across countless worlds, hundreds of millions of miles away.

Mu Hanyan even has an illusion that she had heard the same deep cry before the reincarnation for thousands of generations.

Is it that the power of the mind has been lost too much and hallucinated?

Mu Hanyan knew that his mind had been torn apart, and the only trace of clarity was hidden in the deepest part of his mind. He could not hear any sound from the outside world.

”Cold smoke!” At that moment, the voice sounded again.

That boundless darkness, suddenly lit up a little starlight, like the vast starry sky to guide the direction of the north star.

That's The spirit of the night! Mu Hanyan suddenly realized that this was not an illusion, but a night's dream forced her into her mind, trying to call back her fallen wisdom.

”No, you can't give up. You can't give up until the last moment.” Mu Hanyan's fighting spirit was ignited again, and the only trace of pure wisdom flew out.

Mu Hanfeng's idea of guiding the direction seems so far away, just like standing on the earth and looking up at the starry sky.

And the boundless darkness also contains invisible power, like an invisible shackle, tightly shackles her, as if to detain her in the endless abyss.

It's like being trapped in a nightmare. We can't use our energy, and we can't use any skills. We can only rely on our will.

Mu Hanyan doesn't know how long he's been flying or how far he's been flying. In the boundless darkness, he can't feel the time or the distance. He can only feel the deep tiredness, which comes like the tide again and again.

She even had a feeling that she tried her best, but in fact she didn't move at all, it was just a waste of effort.