"Chi la ..."
Lu Xin's mind was filled with the ear-piercing sound of fat meat being thrown into a hot pot.
His head was slightly dizzy, as if something was repairing it.
At the same time, Lu Xin saw the spears, swords, and even the half-broken blade of the guillotine that had almost cut him in half from his shoulder disappearing.
Bit by bit, it turned into shattered spiritual radiation and dissipated in the surroundings.
At the same time, the wound was also disappearing.
This was a damage on the level of cognition. If he felt the damage, the damage would appear.
However, a person's understanding had an automatic correction function. It would make one realize some mistakes and see the truth.
Therefore, in the process of understanding and correcting, these injuries would also disappear.
There were no terrible penetrating wounds on his body, only some cuts made by mental power.
It was not a big problem.
However ...
