Emerald green jade inscription bed.

The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace frowned, as if he had fallen into some nightmare.

It took a long time before he let go of his brows, and then, his closed eyes slowly opened.

There was a blank look in his eyes.

And at this moment, a strange weakness and exhaustion welled up in his body.

That feeling is similar to the after-effects of energy exhaustion.

The eyes looked a little blank.

Although he woke up, his spirit was wilting.

It feels like I'm sick.

In the past, those bright eyes also lost their brilliance.

The spirit of the whole person is sluggish.

This feeling is particularly weird.

Not physical fatigue, but mental depression.

He sat up slowly from the stone bed, his gaze still dim.

In my mind, the scenes before fainting kept coming to mind.

That terrible attack made it impossible for him to make any effective defense.

Killing intent is pervasive.

It seems, always able to swoop down on his weakest flaws.

forced him and had to concentrate.

That state of tension at all times, full concentration, greatly drained his mind.

Painful scenes, one by one.

He wanted to forget, but the image lingered like a nightmare.

Whew

The emotions of the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace began to gradually become agitated.

Panting in his nostrils, like an angry bull.

His hands gripped the edge of the bed and clenched it firmly.

Click, click, click

The jade carved stone bed was crushed by him.

The shattered jade turned into powder in the palm of his hand.

Why? Why is this happening?

The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace muttered to himself, his eyes red.

He never imagined that he would be defeated in such a humiliating way.

Humiliation!

Unprecedented humiliation, unbelievable humiliation!

From beginning to end, the other party didn't even look back at himself.

It was just a release of killing intent that made him faint on the spot.

Even if you close your five senses and six senses, it still won't help.

That feeling of powerlessness is still unforgettable for him.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes staring at him all the time.

To this day, that feeling remains.

It's terrible, it's terrible.

The other party can actually use this way to wantonly manipulate his own perception.

The wisps of killing intent stimulation were like threads on the puppet's body, which were held by Lin Yu in his hands.

With just a simple mention, you can control your mental fluctuations.

He tried his best, but nothing worked.

Lin Yu! Lin Yu!

The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace chanted this name repeatedly, and his facial features gradually fell into distortion.

This defeat brought him an unbearable blow.

In his life, he was not without failure.

There was the suppression of the emperor in the front, and the sudden rise of Lin Yu in the back.

For the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, defeat was inevitable.

In his strong state of mind, failure is not terrible.

Every failure is a spur to him.

Let him go one step further.

Therefore, he is never afraid of failure, and he never shies away from failure.

But this time, it's very different.

Because, he has never been so powerless.

There was no resistance at all, and there was no way to resist.

His spirit had lost control at that time.

Stimulated by the killing intent, the spiritual will and even the soul were controlled by a pair of invisible hands.

Such a failure is a devastating blow.

Let the fighting spirit in his heart collapse in an instant.

Even when he woke up, it was as if he was in a nightmare.

The scenes experienced in the Xiao family can't help but appear in front of me.

No, how is that possible

How could he be so strong?

What kind of means is that? What kind of exercise is it?

No, it's just my carelessness, it's not that we're defenseless, it's not how powerful he is

I'm just not familiar with this type of attack, so I was easily defeated by him

The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace muttered to himself, constantly comforting himself.

But even he couldn't believe what he said.

yes

He smacked up and got up from the bed.

Hands waving wildly in the air.

Like a madman, he fell into a state of madness.

Heartbreaking!

Lin Yu's attack method, although it did not cause any substantial lethality.

But this method is a heart-wrenching move.

The physical damage is far from being compared to the mental breakdown.

Especially a powerhouse of the level of the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, even if his limbs were cut off, he could grow back.

Even if the head is cut off, only by preserving the original qi, a little spiritual sense will not be extinguished, and there is also the possibility of resurrection.

But this kind of mental attack alone is difficult to recover.

Because Lin Yu's attack is not in substance, but in the torture and torture of the mood.

Once the state of mind is broken, the stronger the strength, the greater the backlash.

At this moment, the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace fell into paranoid self-doubt because of his unstable state of mind.

If it is not controlled in time, there will be a danger of going crazy.

The aura in his body began to become extremely disordered.

Each other, conflicts collide.

The meridians under the skin squirmed slightly.

Like, there are thousands of worms burrowing in the flesh and blood.

Ah, I'm going to kill you

A roar, miserable.

Just as the voice was about to leave the room, an invisible force suddenly sealed the surrounding void.

Immediately afterward, a sense of peace and stability spread.

The distorted face of the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace slowly stretched.

The breath in the body also began to gradually calm down.

A light and shadow condensed in front of him.

Quiet and inactive, the sky is not shocked, your obsession is too heavy, and your eyes are fascinated by the demon barrier in front of you.

A faint voice lingered in my ears.

This voice, like a clear spring, echoes in the depths of the heart.

The restless spirit is like drinking a cold drink on a dog day, comfortable and comfortable.

Silly boy, you know that he is a person who has crossed the world, how can you fall into this obsession, you know, it is not a manifestation of his true strength, but an extension of the origin consciousness of heaven and earth.

The light and shadow said slowly, and his eyes were full of kindness and peace.

In this world, there is only one person who is qualified to call the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace a stupid child.

That is: Nine Heavens Ancestor.

Ancestor, the disciple is useless and insulting!

The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, who had regained his calm, fell to his knees, and a tear flashed in his eyes.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place.

Silly boy, as I just said, he is a person who has crossed the world, and with the blessing of the origin of heaven and earth, it is not he who defeats you, but the origin of this side of heaven and earth.

Hehe, blessings and misfortunes lurk, the more he uses the power of the origin of heaven and earth, the heavier the constraints on his body will be, and when the time comes for the great change, it will be difficult for him to escape the destined fate after all.

Morning bells and dusk drums, the sound of the Buddha's horn.

Amidst the peaceful chanting, stands an ancient temple.

The stone walls are carved with exquisite reliefs, depicting a series of Buddhist classics.

The most magnificent building in the temple is the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The ancient and magnificent Buddha statue is solemn and inviolable.

A sleepy old monk was placed under the altar of the Mahavira Hall.

Wisps of tranquility and tranquility slowly seeped into the body.

Om the horn is confused

In the main hall, Sanskrit chanting reverberates.

The six-character mantra of Buddhism vibrates and spreads in the air.

Bangbang

The sound of tapping wooden fish comes and goes.

The sound of Buddha is sung, and the sound is in the ears.

The old monk lying under the offering stage flicked his fingers slightly.

Then, the closed eyes slowly opened.

In the past, those bright and peaceful eyes have become dull at this time.

The mellow and gentle temperament also seems to have disappeared.

What appeared to him was infinite decadence and loss.

The old monk slowly stood up and looked up at the solemn statue of the Buddha.

I saw him put his palms together and slowly knelt on the ground.

The disciple has been practicing for a long time, and he thought that the four major ones were empty, but who knows, only today did he realize that the disciple could not break the obsession in his heart after all, and he could not let go of everything after all.

The voice was low, a little depressed and depressed.

After waking up, the feelings of the scene before fainting are still lingering in my heart.

That helpless fragility shattered all his confidence.

As the presiding abbot of Fahua Temple, his cultivation in spiritual state of mind is outstanding.

Among the eight masters of the secret realm, in terms of state of mind experience alone, he should be the first.

If, before today, anyone said that they could defeat him mentally, he would have scoffed at him.

But the hard facts told him that he was indeed defeated, or a spiritual rout.

The defeat was inexplicable, and the defeat was helpless.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even react.

Not even decent resistance.

It's like a child, facing a monstrous beast, even the idea of resisting can't rise!

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