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Fierce fighting continues.

The demonic beast carried the spiritual power of 400,000 believers more than Matthew's ability to bear, and under the impact of the high-yield data packet, Matthew's consciousness was already blurred and he fell into a state of death and paralysis.

The vast ocean of will illusion dried up for the most part, and countless mist flew in the air. Only a little bit of the mind is condensed, floating above the vast ocean.

At this time, the demonic beast's psychic impact reached the upper limit of Matthew's treatment, and the saturation overflowed, pouring into a mysterious and mysterious, unknowable existence, like a drop of water flowing into the abyss, disappearing.

It's a martial spirit! Matthew came to his senses with a wit. As soon as his mind moved, ninety percent of the sentient beings' belief torrent was guided to impact the martial soul suspended in mid-air.

With the martial soul as a buffer, Matthew's mind finally recovered from his paralyzed state. will be counted, continue to pretend to be paralyzed and dead. While pretending to be thoughtless, he waved his two knives in his hands and stepped up his attack on the demon beast on the material level.

On the other hand, Matthew began to experience the mysterious structure and mystery of the demonic beast's will, and reversed the root of the demonic beast's power and attack methods hidden in it.

From the perspective of the soul vision, the demonic beast's will attack was layered on top of each other, and the beliefs of hundreds of thousands of sentient beings were connected to each other to form a network like countless tiny blood vessels. In these vein-like networks, the power of demonic beasts flows all the time, rushing endlessly, never stopping.

Matthew used it as a reference and a whetstone to build the foundation of his own will step by step.

Those originally vague beliefs and wills continue to evaporate under the impact of the heart, and finally emerge the persistence of the traverser that runs through everything. The surface of the water has dried up more than before, but the ocean is getting thicker and heavier, and the bottom is still endless.

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Gao Zhoubo's knife was sharp, and he kept cutting off small pieces of stumps from the demon colossus like slicing fish. The demonic power in the stump is constantly absorbed by the "Northern Pluto Divine Skill" and transformed into internal breath.

Matthew's strategy succeeded in deceiving the demon beast, and the material plane was suppressed by Matthew, and the demon beast had to shift the focus of its attack to the will level.

At the level of will, the attack of the demonic beast is devastating. Seeing that the ocean was about to dry up, the enemy in front of him finally couldn't support it, and the demon beast dragged the torrent of thoughts of 400,000 sentient beings, gathered into a huge black fireball, and pressed it hard.

"Let me see, what is the secret you are hiding?" The demonic beast laughed wildly.

The kid in front of him lasted longer than he could have imagined under his endless flood attack. Whether it is a talent or a special secret, once he gets it, it will be worth the loss today.

Take, for example, a great battle with the leader of the Hand Clan, Serpentine, two hundred years ago. The demonmon lost more than half of its energy in battle. After the war, the dividends of victory were reaped, but the strength did not retreat but advanced.

The victor of the war, the Demon Beast, gained control of the Serpent Root, and with the help of the Hand Clan, he developed his own religious power and was able to see all beings. In addition, from the snake root beast, he obtained the ninja world cultivation mastery "Rokko Secret Blessing", and after successfully understanding the relationship between the mind and the body, the demon beast even gained the ability to be reborn.

The flood of thoughts of 400,000 believers came to him, and Matthew was not surprised. In the previous encounter, he successfully disguised the martial soul as his core database, and tricked the demon beast to mobilize the broiler to attack.

Matthew's mind moved, and he channeled all the torrents of thoughts carried by the demon beast and 400,000 sentient beings to the martial soul. The martial soul is like a bottomless pit, absorbing it all.

And at the level of the spiritual will, a round of giant sun condensed by the demon beast fell sharply, the ocean roared and throbbed, the fierce air jet sprayed out, the surrounding winds were everywhere, and the ring shock wave formed by the stirred waves even spread dozens of kilometers away.

The ocean of thoughts slowly rotated under the impetus of Matthew's mind, and a huge whirlpool formed in the center of the boundless ocean, not knowing its beginning, not knowing its end, the vast and boundless, bottomless.

The whirlpool spun faster and faster, and finally the water was 3,000 feet, rolling up a thousand waves. The waves hundreds of meters high covered the sky and the sun, rushing straight up, like an abyss opening a huge mouth, with a fierce murderous aura and incomparable strength, swallowing the black and red fireballs that fell into it firmly.

As the torrent of data between the demon beast and millions of believers was neatly absorbed by the martial soul, the true body of the will of the demon beast hidden in the torrent of hundreds of thousands of thoughts was exposed. The angry roar of the demon beast was heard in his ears, and a hideous and twisted beast phantom in the black and red fireball was exposed, clearly visible.

"Found you, Demon Beast!" Matthew smiled coldly and brazenly launched a counterattack, slashing at the Demon Beast's True Body. The sword light turned into a white rainbow and rushed straight up, slamming into the central phantom of the black-red fireball.

The rainbow pierced the sun, and the beast phantom let out an unwilling roar, and suddenly exploded under the clear and sharp sword light. With the disappearance of the demonic beast's will, the black-red fireball condensed by the beliefs of hundreds of thousands of sentient beings lost its connected structural core and violently exploded into hundreds of large and small fragments.

Fragments are scattered, floating in the ocean of will, floating and sinking in the whirlpool, just as brilliant as the Milky Way. The will contained in the ocean is like a sharp knife, swarming upward, peeling, dissolving, and absorbing the fragments of foreign will, keeping the ocean of will pure and untainted.

Not only that, the will sword light is endless, following a trace of mysterious and mysterious connections, tracing back to the source of 400,000 broilers. The endless sword light killed the spiritual viruses left by the demon beasts one by one, destroyed the backdoor program of the demon beasts to be reborn, and completely destroyed the original demon "beast".

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At the same time, in New York, inside a villa.

The closet in the hall is blazing, bringing the warmth of spring to the interior, and the air is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. There were seven or eight men in the room, and a dozen women, their limbs intertwined.

Today's organizer is a frustrated, frustrated fiction writer named Hank. Due to his lack of qualifications, Hank is not eligible to participate in the grand "Summoning Sacred Codex" of today's "Dark Spirits" organization.

Hank considered himself strong and religious enough to be depressed when he was rejected. A number of like-minded people who were also frustrated were gathered and spontaneously organized this private happy gathering.

The people who attended the meeting were veterans who often haunted these occasions and knew everything well. In the joy, Hank experienced the fall of the taboo, was liberated from the fall, and discovered the true existence of the self in the liberation.

At this moment, an irresistible intense fatigue struck, and Hank and the others fell to the floor in a tangled manner. In his coma, Hank had a long dream in which his god was fighting an enemy, who was so powerful and brave that he trembled with fear, but he still couldn't help but join in and fight side by side with his god.

Suddenly, a ray of sword light pierced the sun like a long rainbow, and the god he believed in in the sword light revealed his ugly and hideous true body, and let out an unwilling roar and disappeared. The sword light then burst out before his eyes, and in the sword light, Hank once again recalled the story of his experience. The ignorance of youth, the confusion of youth, the success of career, the happiness of depravity, the parting of wives and daughters, and the pain of self-destruction.

Once upon a time, he was also a well-known hopeful star in the American literary world. With his unique talent, he wrote three best-selling novels in succession, won the best-selling literary award of the year, and made a name for himself in the literary world.

It's a pity that since he became famous and came into contact with the extravagant life of high society, Hank was out of control, indulging in the pompous exaggeration of drunken gold fans, and did not write any more works for five years. In order to get inspiration for his creation, Hank intensified his contact with characters at all levels of society and tried different lives. Life began to become a mess, addicted to drugs and pink powder, and his wife and daughter left him.

By chance, Hank accidentally joined a secret "dark spirit" organization. In the joyful gathering, he was relaxed physically and mentally, and for a time he was convinced that he had found the true faith in life.

Experiencing his life again, Hank suddenly realized that the pleasure in front of him was just a ghostly phantom, and today everything is because of his ghostly mind, and what he can't forget in his heart is actually his beloved wife and daughter.

Before he knew it, Hank was already in tears. When I opened my eyes, the early-born companion of Huafa in front of me also hugged my head and let out a heart-rending cry.

At the same time, in different places, a total of hundreds of thousands of sentient beings saw a ray of sword light appear in front of them in a drowsy state, recalling the past like a dream, unconsciously bursting into tears, secretly weeping.

I have to see myself, and the past is the most gloomy.

This knife is called: See Yourself.