Does it work to lie to yourself?

Usually this certainly doesn't have any use for eggs, but ...... If you're a "psychic psychic", if you're proficient in "self-hypnosis," that's a different story. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Psionic Meditation!

Self-hypnosis!

When Roland forced himself into a state of "self-hypnosis", his eyeballs seemed to turn into two bottomless hourglasses, his pupils lost focus and were frighteningly hollow, and a faint cold light that symbolized the psychic ability emerged in his eyes, as if the soul had been detached from the physical shell.

What is true?

What is Fake?

The objective world has its own laws, what is false cannot be true, what is true cannot be false, but people's subjective feelings are largely idealistic, pain or happiness may not be determined by the external environment, often depending on your mood at the time. Especially when facing pain, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, what matters is your faith.

If you are suspicious and always feel that you are sick, even if you have a healthy body, you will be crushed by mental allergies; On the other hand, if you are confident and optimistic about your health, you will be able to heal faster even if you have a dark illness – or at least improve your resistance.

This is the psychological logic of "placebo", and "self-hypnosis" is actually a psychological placebo, a powerful autosuggestion and spiritual mobilization.

"Self-hypnosis" cannot cure injuries, but it does make people forget the pain for a while, and Roland's personal experience proves that the effect is very significant.

Imagine the ice water soaking the skin burned by the electric current, the cool feeling suddenly soaked the whole body, and the paralysis and burning pain caused by the electric shock were erased by the cool feeling, Roland couldn't help but feel excited, and his spirit was lifted!

This is "self-hypnosis", the basic technique of psychic powers, and at the same time the secret method of "visualization" practiced by Eastern practitioners, imagining the false into the real, which is difficult, but if you can do it, then you will have nothing to fear!

The shackles of muscle fibers, capillaries and nerve endings are so fragile and sensitive......

At the moment when "self-hypnosis" was successfully displayed, Roland got rid of the shackles of his body and the self-preservation instinct caused by the pain, his empty eyes suddenly regained their brilliance, and he raised his head and glared at the bronze dragon that was about to spread his wings and fly over, and opened his mouth to show his white teeth.

"What is he going to do?"

Quintus was shocked by Roland's sudden and terrifying demeanor, and his offensive couldn't help but stall slightly.

"Isn't it dragon's breath? Me too! Roland roared.

The Lion King's Battle Cry!

Spit is extremely effective!

Spitting is powerful!

High Divine Power Dragon Breath!

A soul-shaking lion's roar, a dragon's breath that blends fire and divine power.

Three different supernatural energies merged into one, and the golden flames turned into a shockwave that bombarded Quintus.

Rumble! The raging air flow suddenly expanded, forming a translucent golden spherical force field, which quickly spread in all directions, forcing the onlookers to turn back to their original forms and flapp their wings in flight. A circle of iridescent light spread out on Valentina's body, blocking out the astonishing destructive energy, and her tassel-like braids flew in the wind, and her lips that had been tightly pursed were filled with a smile.

Now she was finally relieved.

Quintus was out of luck.

He could accept that Roland could also erupt dragon breath, after all, the other party had dragon veins, but he couldn't imagine that the other party's dragon breath was so strong. The moment he was hit by the Lion King's battle roar, he fell into a dizziness, and then the divine energy explosion that broke through the air directly blasted him a thousand feet away, over the spacious square, over the seaside pedestrian street, over the railing of the dock, and plunged into the bay.

The cool water poured into his nose, and Quintuston came to his senses. The nature of the bronze dragon made him rise naturally, but he was absolutely reluctant to raise his once proud head from the waves—what was it that was scorched by a human boy who sprayed his face with dragon breath and burned his head? I lost my face to my grandmother's house!

Quintus' chagrin was quickly replaced by horror.

Through the undulating waves, he saw a dark figure rushing towards the seashore.

It's Roland!

As soon as he stepped on the breakwater guardrail and flew up, the Black King Armor inspires two rays of divine power at the same time, causing his body to suddenly double and become a giant full of oppressive power!

God can!

Righteousness is like a rainbow!

Heaven Jump!

"Hell! Is this kid going to kill me? Quintus was terrified, struggling to rise to the surface, the scales on his body falling off in many places, revealing the flesh charred by the divine fire, and the severe pain in his heart forced him to flee the sea as soon as possible, and at this time Roland had already blasted down with a volley.

"Quintus, you still owe me a punch!"

Positive energy fuses psychic ability, and Roland combines the divine power expertise and the psionic martial arts of the Temple of the Other Shore taught by Master Eugen in this punch -

Psionic Concentration!

God-given power!

Psionic Fist!

Bang! The punching-bag-sized fist, and the iron glove "Bloody Smile" with enchanted spikes, smashed firmly into Quintus's face. The blue psionic brilliance flickered away, and the "Psionic Fist" was immediately activated, turning the additional telekinetic field into an invisible steel cone and piercing into Quintus's mind.

What is so special about the Psionic Fist, a fist that fuses psychic abilities?

The additional damage of this punch is not too high, and that's it, Quintus can fully withstand it, but the psychic ability is not a physical attack, but a spiritual power that is almost like a force field directly penetrates into the skull through the dragon scales!

The hard dragon scales can easily block the sword slash, and the strong muscles and bones can withstand the sharp blade stabbing, but the soft and fragile brain tissue in the dragon's skull has no supernatural defense, and the moment he was hit by Roland's iron fist, Quintus felt as if he had opened a sauce shop on his face, and the painful tastes of sour, salty, numb, and spicy all came out together, his ears roared, and his eyes turned black, and he couldn't help but fall backwards, and fell into the sea again and fell into a coma.

When he regained consciousness, he found that he was being dragged to the beach by Roland with one hand, while Valentina and the two hundred Black Rock Dragonguards under his command were watching quietly, and they couldn't help but close their eyes in shame, eager to dig a pit and bury themselves.

In this battle, he lost so convincingly that he had nothing to say.

Roland glanced back at him, smiled silently, and reached out to take out a holy healing to help him heal his facial wounds.

Those bronze dragon clans who were watching the battle had nothing to say at this moment, and they secretly felt ashamed of despising Roland just now.

Roland's punch just now deliberately spared face, neither ruining Quintus's handsome face, nor destroying his cranial nerves, and he quickly recovered after treatment.

Now this bronze dragon holy warrior has long lost his previous arrogance, and he got up with a disgraced face and bowed deeply to Roland.

"Mr. Roland, you have won my respect with your own strength, and from now on, I and my Black Rock Corps will fight for you!"

Led by Quintus, all the bronze dragons bowed to Roland and swore allegiance in unison!