The moment the silver-white armor made a sound, Mo Huang felt an invisible shock wave radiate through, penetrating his entire body, and then heard a whispering murmur.

There is no intonation, no logic, no matter how carefully you listen, you can't hear a meaningful sentence from this whisper, but the tone has a shocking grandeur, just like the drums played in the savage ancient domain to celebrate the hunting of fierce beasts, and the thick animal bones beat the big drum made of animal skins, which is the most primitive ode.

When the whisper sounded, Mo Huang only felt an inexplicable headache, as if his brain was grabbed by an invisible big hand, and then stirred wildly, and finally added ginger, onions and garlic to start cooking.

The headache is like a wave, wave after wave of attack, Mo Huang adheres to the way of ascetic cultivation to sharpen his body and mind, pain is already a habitual feeling for him, but he can still barely support it, at this time he has guessed that the silver and white armor is using some kind of spiritual attack, so he began to recite the ancient witch spell sung by the sky, in order to suppress the mind.

The witch text sung by the ancient witch clan when praying to the sky already has some kind of mysterious and mysterious power, good at overcoming hundreds of ghosts, suppressing demons, Mo Huang mouth chanting, syllables oscillating acupoints, and then the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints in the whole body also vibrated in unison, turning into a buzzing like a dragon chanting and a tiger's roar, gradually, the headache is no longer so terrifying, Mo Huang gritted his teeth, slowly raised the flint musket, ready to give the silver and white armor a shot.

Seeing that his attack did not work, an inexplicable light flashed in the crystal eyes of the silver-white armor, and the murmuring stopped, and then suddenly spit out a short sentence, which is not a popular language on the earth now, Mo Huang has never heard of this kind of language at all, but when the sentence is spoken, it turns into sound waves and penetrates into Mo Huang's mind, surging and reverberating, and Mo Huang understands what the silver and white armor is saying for no reason at this moment.

[Sinner, kneel before the throne of God, hear the final chapter of judgment, and atone for your sins!] 】

Just like the sacrifice standing in front of the temple, the declaration made in place of God, just like the judgment made by the judge standing in the courtroom, a short sentence, it condenses the immeasurable majesty, every word, like a thousand pounds, Mo Huang's mind just understood the meaning of this sentence, and the indescribable grandeur burst out from the eyes of the silver and white armor, and then, Mo Huang's vision was covered by endless blue and red light, like the depths of the ocean, swallowing the whirlpool of seawater, an irresistible absorbing force came, When Mo Huang came back to his senses again, he found that the scenery around him had changed greatly.

Stretching out of the endless wilderness, countless wrecks are everywhere, blood is flowing, and broken flags are planted everywhere like tombstones, this is a battlefield, a battlefield where no one survives, and the ink wilderness stands in the center of this battlefield.

Raising his head, the scarlet red moon and the immaculate blue moon reflected each other, and in the red and blue light, the incomparable miracle of creation floated quietly in the sky.

It was a huge steel creature that stretched for an unknown number of kilometers, twelve pairs of steel wings wrapped around the endless red and blue brilliance, eyes cast from crystal like towering mountains, flashing sacredness that pierced through the vicissitudes of time, and six huge steel arms that were indistinguishable from the mountains were open, as if they wanted to embrace the sky, the earth, and all beings.

The overwhelming, boundless power and sense of existence clearly tell everyone who witnesses His true face that He is ...... God!

The god who stood in the sky, overlooking a qiē, and embracing a qiē, appeared on the battlefield of corpses and blood, and slaughtered living beings, but could not make people feel the sacredness of redeeming all beings, but there was an incomparable terror, as if he had just sent down divine punishment in anger and slaughtered endless sentient beings.

"It's pretty domineering, but can a mere illusion scare me?" can put on this kind of posture that I am a god, and the position is so smooth and natural, the only person with this kind of qualification within a radius of a hundred miles is the god Hermes who has never met, as for whether Hermes was like this before, Mo Huang doesn't know, but it is certain that the current Hermes is definitely not this way, the reason is very simple, this guy really has the huge steel body that was calculated in kilometers in the past, and a slap is enough to slap Mo Qingshuang's Qingying into a discus. As for sending some puppets to harass you, what you see in front of you must be some kind of psychic illusion attack.

Mo Huang desperately recited the cangtian chant, the tricks vibrate, and the sound of absurd words vibrated continuously, in order to suppress his mind and avoid the interference of external demons, but Mo Huang was stunned to find that the cangtian chant actually had no effect, and what he saw was still the real and illusory corpse mountain blood sea battlefield, and Hermes was still entrenched in the sky, looking down indifferently.

At this moment, Hermes, the god of creation, who was high in the sky, suddenly let out a sound, like thunder, like a rushing wind, and the sound of the steel giant covering the sky and the sun was as terrifying and terrifying as a continuous thunderstorm, and the sound wave even set off a shockwave in the air like a substance.

What Hermes said, Mo Huang didn't understand at all, because the language used by Hermes did not match any of the languages that Mo Huang knew, and it was not like the silver and white armor that directly imprinted the words in his mind with his will, but Mo Huang knew that the language Hermes spoke contained the "power" and "majesty" that were true and true.

The sound waves like a hurricane blasted through, the air around the body seemed to turn into rocks, and the endless pressure suddenly came, forcing Mo Huang to gradually bend his head, bend his waist, and bend his knees, this pressure even penetrated the body, straight into Mo Huang's heart, as if falling from the sky, burning with the flame of judgment, the heavenly hammer smashed on Mo Huang's soul.

There was a loud bang, resounding in the spiritual realm that was not substantial, and Mo Huang was completely stunned, and then, a whisper containing immeasurable majesty and power sounded.

This whisper, it's a scolding, it's a judgment! Over and over again, with the power of God, he tore apart the heart defense of Mo Huang.

Obey under the majesty of God, surrender under the authority of God, and dedicate a qiē to the glory of God, when the Ink Waste's spiritual defense line is torn out of a gap, whispering and whispering repeatedly instilled such information.

Gradually, Mo Huang's eyes gradually dyed a strange red blue color, and there was still a trace of clarity in his heart, he knew that something was wrong, holding his head, gritting his teeth and struggling to support it, letting out a howl like a beast, and frantically resisting Hermes's whispers with his will.

If this continues, no matter what you ask, when Mo Huang can no longer hold on, he will be reduced to a puppet controlled by Hermes, just like those pantsless bird walkers, full of dedication to the glory of God, and no longer have a trace of his own clear will.

The effect of the cangtian chant to suppress the mind and expel the external demons, and the whispering brainwashing of Hermes, the god of God's creation, did not play any role at all, but this is also a helpless thing, the cangtian chant is not a combat skill specializing in the spiritual field, and the effect in this regard is actually lackluster, and it can resist the whispers of the silver armor before, it all depends on the spiritual power that has become much stronger after Mo Huang cultivated his divine thoughts, but this spiritual power does not need to mention the unfathomable power of Hermes, the god of divine creation.

But the more desperate he is, the more he reaches the end of the road, the stubbornness and recklessness in Mo Huang's bones emerge irrepressibly, so he didn't give up at all, his mind was up and down in the waves set off by Hermes's whispering, and he stubbornly guarded the last trace of clarity with his will, and then began to hold the spell seal with both hands.

At first, Mo Huang's hands trembled like an epileptic patient, but when he formed the first magic seal, the trembling amplitude of his hands had weakened a lot, and when the second magic seal came out, it had roughly returned to stability, and when the third magic seal was formed, Mo Huang's hands were already solid rocks, as if the sky could not be shaken when the sky fell.

What Mo Huang knotted is the handprint of the Buddhist, and these mantra seals, Mo Huang doesn't know how many times he has pinched them.

A long, long time ago, in order to explore the slate of the gods and demons obtained by the adventures of his youth, Mo Huang made an unknown number of attempts, and finally tried to come up with the method of Buddhism, which can lead to a trace of movement of the god and demon relics.

In the lonely and unknown place, the difficult attempts and explorations again and again, thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, hundreds of thousands of times of mantra seals, have long made Mo Huang engrave these things in his instinct, although he is not a disciple of Buddhism, but in this regard, Mo Huang has surpassed many Buddhist disciples.

Every time the seal is sealed, although it is not deliberate, but the spirit and spirit are naturally condensed, forming a harmonious crystal, counting the heavens and a qiē school, the effect of Buddhism in suppressing the heart and demons is the strongest, in this way, Hermes's whisper, the surging mental pressure like waves seems to be loosened a little, but Mo Huang is not a real Buddhist disciple after all, and he has not specialized in cultivating Buddhist combat skills, so he has done his best to do this step now, Mo Huang can't help but regret it a little at the moment, If he knew that the study of Buddhism could have such a great effect at this time of crisis, he would have already chosen some Buddhist combat skills to cultivate.

Buddhism adheres to the purpose of teaching without class, opening the door of convenience, and is very generous to the public for some basic and even advanced information, even including the study of combat skills, if there is a heart, anyone can search for classics that can be ranked on the list of people or even the list of combat skills in the public network, but the study of Buddhism is notoriously difficult to get started, difficult to master, and it is necessary to have great perseverance, great perseverance, and great wisdom.

For example, one of the more famous fighting skills in Buddhism, called "Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Gong", is known as as long as you study hard and practice hard, even if it is mentally handicapped, you can practice the magic of the arts, there is no threshold, practice into a heavy, there will be more power of a dragon and an elephant, the power is incomparable, it seems beautiful, but in fact there is an unbearable shortcoming, no matter whether your qualifications are good or not, it will take a year to cultivate the first dragon elephant Bo Ruogong, it will take a year, if you want to cultivate into the second heavy, you will have to double the time, two years to achieve, to practice the third weight, It takes four years to double the time, and so on, and each weight takes twice as long as before.

Dragon elephant Bo Ruogong a total of thirteen, to practice the highest level, no thousand years is no need to count on, this is Buddhism pays attention to perseverance and perseverance of the "divine skill", and other qualifications of the "divine skill", once epiphany into the Buddha as an ancestor, not epiphany, a lifetime of the extreme determination of a dead dog, such a difficult reality, so that Mo Huang did not consider the development of Buddhism at all.

The choice made at the beginning, so that Mo Huang regretted it at the moment is no way, so he can only abandon this idea and not think about it, hold the mantra seal, earn a trace of clarity, and then Mo Huang silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, reciting the [Paramita Heart Sutra], this is actually one of the Buddhist gods, if there is a great understanding, chanting thousands of times, you can give birth to the Buddha's supernatural powers, there is no need to practice, Mo Huang read more than 10,000 times, reciting it backwards and not realizing anything, its own qualifications are not and the way of Buddhism, which is also a major reason for Mo Huang to give up the road of Buddhism.

The melodious and ethereal chanting sounded, originally to assist the will to resist Hermes's whisper, but as he read it, Mo Huang's heart suddenly moved, and his whole body vibrate, making the sound of a dragon chanting and a tiger roaring, but he deliberately adjusted it to make it close to the chant of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra.

Cangtian sings the well-known unpopular combat skills in this primitive academy, which is a panacea, which can be used in all aspects, but in fact, it is an unpopular combat skill that does nothing, but after practicing its killing move [Desolate Language], it suddenly changed, and it seemed to be extraordinary, and it used [Desolate Language] to vibrate the acupuncture points before, making a trembling sound, which fit into the melody of the [Great Wilderness Sacrifice Dance], and suddenly let the power of the [Great Wilderness Sacrifice Dance] skyrocket several percent out of thin air, at that time, Mo Huang was a little suspicious, and now it is verified, as expected.

The killing move [Wild Words] practiced by the Song of the Sky is actually an auxiliary killing move with an incomparably wide range of generalities, and now it fits into the melody of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, which suddenly makes the purifying and soul-calming effect of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra skyrocket a lot, bringing the power of meditation and mind, which is no less than some professional old monks who specialize in this way, which is equivalent to the explosion of ink famine on this path for many years.

Hermes, the god of creation, seemed to notice the stubborn resistance of Mo Huang, I don't know how many wide steel lips like a football field buzzed, and the more surging sound waves turned into the thunder of heaven, and fell with a bang, even the battlefield of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood was also abruptly changed, countless mutilated corpses got up, stretched out their hands and pointed at Mo Huang angrily, and their empty and dead eyes were also full of anger, roaring and screaming, as if they were angrily reprimanding Mo Huang for why he should resist the glory of God.

The angry fingers, angry eyes, and silent angry shouts of the mutilated corpse all converged into an indescribable spiritual fluctuation that was so strong that it blasted straight towards the ink wilderness, and after being hit, the meditation of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra seemed to have lost its effect, and the whispers of surrender to the gods were entwined with the soul, and the ink wilderness bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and maintained his will with the help of that moment's absolute pain, and then began to mobilize his spiritual power.

Although it is impossible to exhaustively investigate the heels of this place, and I don't know what Hermes's methods are, there is no doubt that these are inseparable from the spiritual realm, and to deal with this kind of attack that acts on the spirit, there is no other way than to counteract with the tricks of the spiritual realm, Mo Huang has never practiced this kind of method, but it does not mean that he will not know this kind of method.

[Buzhou Mountain View Idea], one of the compulsory combat skills in the foundation building period of the Primitive Academy, visualize a Buzhou Mountain out of thin air in the consciousness space with spiritual power, and use its majestic and majestic artistic conception to suppress the mind, isolate the demons, and use it for attack and defense in the spiritual field, which has a wonderful use, before the ink wilderness, the fundamental combat skill used to improve the realm of the Great Wilderness Sacrifice Dance, there is no time to distract from the practice of this combat skill, but at this moment, this is already the last straw that the ink wilderness can handle.

There was a record in the Primordial Academy, and it took three days for the student to cultivate the [Buzhou Mountain View Idea] the fastest, and now Mo Huang must challenge this record, if he can't practice this combat skill in the shortest possible time, then in the face of wave after wave of spiritual whispering attacks by the god Hermes, he will only end up with one, becoming a new member of the Pants Walking Bird Party member.

With the help of the meditation effect of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, Mo Huang tried his best to adjust his state of mind to the realm of the ancient well without waves, this is not a simple matter, in the face of wave after wave of spiritual pressure, Mo Huang's whole person was like being smashed over and over again by the hammer swung by Hermes, if it were not for the previous penance experience, so that Mo Huang learned to endure pain, he would have sunk a long time ago, and now he has to go further on the basis of patience, and the difficulties can be imagined.

The vicissitudes of the sea, the crisis juncture, only to show a person's true colors and potential, Mo Huang with an indestructible rebelliousness in his heart, stubbornly withstood the pressure, and completed the first step of [Buzhou Mountain View Idea] with difficulty, smelting spiritual power for the pen of consciousness.

At this moment, Mo Huang's whole heart is empty, the will is the ink, the spirit is the brushstroke, the soul is the body of the pen, and the qiē is all smelted into one, used to depict what he knows, what he thinks, and what he yearns for...... Not Zhoushan!

The invisible strokes stained with spiritual power appeared in the spiritual consciousness space, and then waved out of thin air.