The thorns are still there, but they are not as dense as before.

Many thorns fell to the ground, some had been burned, some turned into ashes, and some were still on Mars.

The black stockings wrapped around the thorns shrank among the embers and hissed when they hit Mars.

The wind blew in, blowing a lot of ashes on the ground and dancing in the air.

Qi Wufei understood that what he saw in front of him was actually his current physical condition.

The injuries in the meridians are aggravating, but those places that have been completely broken and blocked are also being opened.

The feeling of gnawing on thousands of ants was a little better, as if some places were eaten by ants, and the wind blew into them.

There are 21/680 left in magic power, and 8655 left in merit.

As Mars was extinguished, the black stockings began to become active again, spreading in the broken thorn forest.

The thorns seemed to be nourished by the spring rain and gave birth to new branches.

He knew he couldn't stop.

These things must be eliminated in one go, otherwise not only will the old injuries be difficult to heal, but new injuries will be added, and the merit will be lost in vain.

"Yun Henry Jung!"

...

"Yun Henry Jung!"

...

"Yun Henry Jung!"

...

He attracted three lightning bolts in a row.

When the last lightning strikes, he doesn't faint.

He watched the lightning strike him, all the few thorns left in front of him were swallowed and burned by the flames, and the merit numbers in his spiritual consciousness decreased little by little.

Strangely, he didn't feel any pain.

Maybe it's already numb.

He used a total of eight dimensions of Henry Zhen, and eight lightnings hit him, losing eight thousand merit points.

The meridians are fully opened.

Maybe because it was too smooth, he felt his body empty, and the cool breeze and air were pouring in from the nine orifices.

He really wanted to use something to stuff into his body and fill it up.

There are still 5655 points left in merit.

There are 2/680 left in mana.

Qi Wufei thought he could do it again and consolidate it.

However, the scene in front of him made him no longer have the heart to take into account the changes in his body.

The thorns are gone.

The skylight reappears.

He saw himself standing beside the row of trash cans under the wall dozens of meters away from the terrace house.

He held a wooden statue in his left hand, and half of the statue was smashed.

He held a black command arrow in his right hand, with the arrow glowing black light and faintly fluctuating mana.

Damn, why am I here?

A stray cat was squatting on the wall, staring at him curiously.

Two passers-by who were returning home late at night passed by, took a bag of garbage cans in their hands, looked at him vigilantly, and walked into the corner next to him.

Qi Wufei heard them say:

"What is that person doing?"

"Pick up the trash."

"So young to pick up trash?"

"Picking up garbage is also a way to support yourself, it is better than leniency in the family."

"Why did he stand there and don't move? It's so scary."

"I'm sorry to see us coming."

...

Qi Wufei has no mind and what does the passers-by think of him?

The distress signal was not sent out, and I don’t know how the battle in the house was going.

He decided to fire the arrow first.

But only two magic powers are left, which are not enough to inspire the arrow through the clouds.

I have to go to Tai Chi Pool to recover.

When he was about to enter the world in the mirror, the mirror trembled suddenly.

A powerful wave of magic power was sensed in the spiritual consciousness.
Chapter completed!