Collapse of Iron Cultivating the Star God was exposed, breaking the defense of Ruan Mei

A silver-white mirror appeared from the sky, and the figure became clearly visible.

It was a woman with a silver hood and a face as blue as a drop of water. She was walking in the continuous corridor of the Daydream Hotel.

“…….The insect god who was not born in the world….”

“….Did you know you were arrested?”

The clear female voice echoed in the dirty dream.

However, the little knight with the pale head just slightly turned his empty and dark eyes and glanced at her.

Ding Leng————

Pure white bone nails pierced the air, piercing the brief silence.

The pale little knight turned into a black shadow and stabbed something on the ceiling toward death.

But the bone nail failed to touch something heading towards death. What it touched was a mirror reflecting the figure of something heading towards death.

The mirror shattered due to the collision of the bone nails, and thousands of broken mirrors fell from the air, scattering around the little knight.

What was hidden behind the mirror twisted its severely injured body toward death, tearing out a black and purple mist in the air.

Its figure flashed, escaped into it, and disappeared.

The little knight wanted to catch up with the 12 things that disappeared and headed towards death, but the mirror scattered around it reflected its figure.

In an instant, several mirror images that were exactly the same as the Little Knight walked out of the mirror, holding bone nails and stabbing the Little Knight.

However, the little knight waved the real bone nail in his hand and easily pierced the head of a mirror image.

As he turned around, the black shadow of the void flowed out from the little knight’s pale head, tearing apart other mirror shadows in the blink of an eye.

“Sure enough, the Insect God copied with memory didn’t even have half of the power of its original form.”The woman with a mirrored face shook her head.

“I told you before…..This action was too impulsive.”

A graceful figure next to the woman in the mirror gradually took shape.

It was an elegant woman wearing a black velvet nun’s uniform. She quietly put her hand on the shoulder of the woman in the mirror.

“Courier, you know that Yiting doesn’t have many resources at its disposal right now.”

“Black Swan? Are you still against me?”

The messenger turned around, stared at the black swan and said:

“Can’t you see it? What kind of fate will this unborn insect god have?”

“It is a realm deeper than dreams, beneath the conscious on the surface of the water, deeper than the subconscious on the iceberg, called the abyss of the unconscious.”

The messenger pointed to the little knight fighting the mirror image,

“The unborn insect god”

“no thinking mind”

“No will to bend”

“There is no cry for suffering”

“It is not nothingness. Nothingness still requires the consciousness to understand nothingness.”

“It is unconsciousness, the deep sleep of consciousness, the emptiness of the soul”

“It is the black egg of the god of deep sleep and the void. It denies memory, consciousness, soul and emotion, and is the enemy of memory.”

“That rash action is even more blasphemous…..”Black Swan sighed softly.

The messenger ignored Black Swan’s unclear language and focused entirely on the little knight.

Those mirror images that emerged from the dream were fragile and were easily torn apart by the little knight’s bone nails.

This mirror is a memetic creature created based on memory. It should have a power close to its original form in the dream.

But this pale little knight has neither memory nor consciousness, a hole in the field of memory.

These mirror images are therefore powerless and fragile.

But Messenger had no intention of relying on these little mirrors.

Those broken mirrors constantly record the movements and moves of the Little Knight, recording them as a memory in the mirror.

The messenger nodded slightly and looked at the shadows around him.

Those are the Yi Ting Yi Yi. For this operation, the messenger mobilized all the power it could mobilize.

“It’s still a little short, we have to give it enough enemies to fight for a while.”The messenger looked around and said.

The shadowy Rememberers nodded slightly. They raised their hands together, and two mirrors appeared in front of the little knight at the same time.

“Fire Spear! ignite!”

The Builder’s lance traced a trail of flames and stabbed the Little Knight.

The Builder’s amber lance ignited with mighty fire and collided with the Knight’s pale bone nails.

The empty and dark contents once again emerged from the Knight’s pale skull. It flowed out, following the spiral pattern on the bone nails and intertwined with the power of the lance.

The young knight raised a hand and pointed it at the gray-haired girl holding the lance.

The black shadow condensed in its hand, wailing. The sound came from the intersection of shadows

“Rules are meant to be broken!”

Another gray-haired girl suddenly appeared next to the little knight, and the bat in her hand drew a path of destruction.

Ding Dong————

The little knight was knocked on the head, and a sound as clear as a wind chime was heard.

The little knight turned his head and looked at the gray-haired girl holding the bat with dark and empty eyes.

This image of the pioneer created from memory showed an awkward smile.

The dark shadows gathered in the little knight’s hands were aimed at her head. boom————————

Dark energy roared out, and the Blazer holding the bat shattered into a mirror. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Then the little knight suddenly turned his head and looked at the pioneer holding a lance.

The lance pioneer scratched his head,”Well, I’m sorry, I went to the wrong place.”

“Do you know how to get to the nearest trash can?”

The air was filled with embarrassment like death for a moment.

The messenger was stunned at first, and then couldn’t help but cover his face.

Should he be said to be the mirror image of the pioneer?

The little knight without the theory of mind was naturally not ridiculed by the pioneer. Coaxed by the nonsensical words, the bone nail in its hand suddenly broke through the air and stabbed the Lancer.

The Lancer wanted to resist, but without the advantage of first move, she could not keep up with the speed of the little knight.

The knight simply killed her. One shot shattered the lance pioneers into mirrors

“Insect God, you have stepped into a trap.”The messenger said softly.

The mirrors scattered around the little knight suddenly rose, reflecting the figure of the little knight.

“The unborn god of deep sleep and emptiness.”

The messenger whispered to the little knight:

“Even if you have no memories that can be recalled, other people’s memories of you can still be used to constrain you.”

The messenger raised his hand slightly, and the condensed frost spurted out from the mirror and wrapped around the little knight’s body.

The little knight wanted to move, but suddenly found that his legs had been frozen by the frost.

“The perfect experience: Fuli.”The messenger’s fingertips condensed a mirror blade, and shot 403 at the little knight.

The little knight was unable to dodge, and the mirror blade was forcefully inserted into the pale head shell.[]

There was a sound of the mirror shattering, and thick frost centered on the mirror blade, covering the little knight’s body.

The little knight’s whole body became sluggish, and he reluctantly raised the bone nail in his hand, aiming it at the messenger’s mirrored face.

“Away from God.”The messenger clenched his fingers, and the frost formed a thick layer of ice, freezing the little knight under it.

“Solved.” The messenger let out a long sigh of relief.

The pale little knight in front of him is the Star God who was not born in the world, and is the black egg cultivated by the God Creator.

If it weren’t for the destiny it wanted to open, it would have nothing to do with dreams and consciousness. Related to memory, it is suitable to be cultivated in Pinoconi soaked in the quality of memory.

It is difficult to find Yiting, let alone capture it.

Even in dreams, a battlefield suitable for rememberers, the messenger feels extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you may be killed by the little knight.

“I will take the Insect God back to the realm of the Memory Court first, lest the god-creator come looking for me.”The messenger said to the black swan

“Then I will leave this dreamland first, I don’t know why…..I felt panicked.”Black Swan shook his head and said

“We are memes, we have long since lost our hearts.”The messenger shrugged and watched the black swan disappear into the dreamland.

She turned her head and walked towards the little knight who was frozen by the frost… click…..A sound of ice breaking sounded from the little knight’s body.

(The protagonist will appear at the end of Yaliluo’s plot. Feilu’s new listing mechanism. I didn’t control the rhythm well. I originally planned to put it on the shelves.）