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The collapse of the mind is not harmful in itself, and it will not cause any harm, but this thing is like the soul being frightened, and it will not be able to recover at all for a while and a half, and during this period, the mind, divine consciousness, and consciousness are affected very fragile.

In the palatial and luxurious venue, there was silence at the moment.

There were seven or eight hundred people in the audience, one was counted as one, and all of them were paralyzed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

The cultivator is weak, he looks groggy, his face is confused, and he doesn't know what is going on.

Cultivating to be strong, after the consciousness reacted, it was deeply frightened, as if it had suffered a catastrophe, and it was terrified.

Only two people were still standing.

One of them is Fei Kui.

Fei Kui stood at the table all the time, bowed, his head bowed, holding a flask in his hand, ready to pour wine, he looked like a faithful slave, as if what happened here had nothing to do with him, and his only task was to serve the good boy and be a competent slave.

In addition to Fei Kui, the other person standing was Gu Qingfeng.

It was still a clean white dress, without any ornamentation on the white clothes, white as snow, in stark contrast to the three thousand long black hair.

He stood, holding his hands in his hands.

Like a lone peak standing between heaven and earth.

He's still him.

But not the previous him.

In the past, he was cynical, leisurely, free and uninhibited, like a gentleman who did not learn and did not know how to do it.

Now he is lonely, calm, domineering, not angry and self-assured, like a hegemon who looks down on the world.

Before, he looked weak, weak and couldn't help the wind, like a dying twilight, without any vitality.

Now he is still weak, equally weak, still like dusk, but not the twilight of the dying, but the twilight of the sun's fall, there is no vitality, there is only twilight, endless twilight.

Quiet.

Boundless silence.

Quiet.

It is also boundless silence.

On the other side, Wei Lao sat paralyzed on the ground.

Now.

He looked depressed, slumped on the ground, unable to move, just struggling to support his upper body with his arms, as if the spirit of his body had been hollowed out, drooping his head, not daring to say a word.

Wei Lao has practiced for thousands of years, and his cultivation is completely fought by himself step by step, I don't know how much sweat he has paid, how much blood he has shed, and how many injuries he has suffered, so he has today's cultivation, in the past in ancient times, it was also the earth immortal with a head and face in this world, but for thousands of years, he has seen too many people die on the road to becoming an immortal, so many things are also downplayed, so he chose to do things in the villa.

Speaking of which, Wei Lao is also a master who has experienced a hundred battles, and he has experienced a lot of large and small scenes, and he has also seen a lot of all kinds of strange people.

However, he was never so embarrassed, panicked, and frightened as he is today.

He couldn't figure out how a person who had no cultivation, no creation, neither reincarnation, nor a god-given true life, nor an immortal demon, without using spiritual power or any supernatural powers, could shatter his heart that he had always been proud of with a pure force.

He couldn't figure out how it had suddenly become so terrifying to look like a laid-back gentleman just now.

That's really scary.

Although Gu Qingfeng, who was standing in front of him, did not say a word, nor did he reveal any murderous intent, let alone any authority, for Wei Lao, he still felt a deep fear.

It is the fear of the sun falling and dusk falling.

It is also a fear of boundless silence.

Feeling this fear, Wei Lao didn't dare to move, speak, or even breathe.

Opposite side.

Gu Qingfeng looked at these people who were paralyzed on the ground, but he only glanced at them, then shook his head and sat back on the chair, at the same time, Fei Kui next to him immediately took a wine jug and poured a glass of wine and carefully handed it over.

I don't know why.

When Gu Qingfeng sat down, the fear of the sun falling and dusk descending on Wei Lao's body gradually disappeared.

At this moment, Wei Lao was like a relieved man, he couldn't support it anymore, he was completely paralyzed on the ground, gasping heavily, however, at this moment, Gu Qingfeng's voice suddenly came.

"How's it going, how does it feel?"

The momentum is no longer vast, and the sound is no longer rolling, but it just enters Wei Lao's ears, but it makes him feel like he is trapped in a sea of swords, mountains and fires, and there is an indescribable discomfort all over his body, from the skin, meridians, blood, and purple mansion, which makes him miserable.

"Old, not ......"

When Wei Lao spoke, his voice was not only weak, but also hoarse, and he said two words, and hurriedly said: "Under the ...... Under ......"

It seems that Wei Lao is really scared, and he doesn't dare to call himself old and humbly.

"Raise your head. ”

Wei Laocheng raised his head in fear, an old face was already frightened and white, and when he touched Gu Qingfeng's eyes, it was like falling into an endless abyss, which made his soul feel a sense of breath, and he hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Let me ask you, is the master's spirit disordered now?"

Gu Qingfeng's voice came, and Wei Lao wanted to cry without tears, and even had the heart to die.

"Look, you're not too young, I'm afraid the time of cultivation is not short, right? I don't even have the strength of his mother's eyesight? And the fucking grandfather is insane? What's the matter, all these years have lived to dogs?"

"Under ...... I know it's wrong...... There are no beads in the eyes, and I offended the child......"

After thousands of years of cultivation, what touched Wei Lao the most was that he put away the so-called self-esteem, there is no shame in admitting mistakes, and in front of the strong, he must always know the word humble.

Gu Qingfeng didn't look at him, raised his glass to drink, and said, "I'm asking you, do you know the identity of the master?"

"Childe's surname is Gu, and his name is ......"

Speaking of this, Wei Lao suddenly stopped and didn't dare to continue, because he suddenly realized that Gu Qingfeng had killed dozens of Immortal Dynasty lords in the Great Northwest, and if it was exposed, the consequences would be very serious, and he didn't want to expose Gu Qingfeng's identity in person.

Moreover, he didn't think that the meaning of Gu Qingfeng's question was like this, remembering that Gu Qingfeng claimed to be the King of Chixiao before, and he also said that he would use this matter to let others know about his existence as a monarch today, although Wei Lao didn't know why he did this, and he didn't dare to think about it at the moment, so he hurriedly responded.

"Childe's surname is Gu, his name is Tianwolf, and his road name is Chixiao, so he ...... It is the King of the Red Sky. ”

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