The Crazy Bee distanced himself from Su Lin, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to Su Lin's dreamy self-talk. Diaphragm

"Kinetic energy? Oh, I guess...... All the kinetic energy generated by the collision is dissipated by the deformation of the striking object, and the great inertia of the microscopic matter is combined into the great inertia of the macroscopic object, which is hard and difficult to destroy, right?"

"It's so hard, teacher, it's really hard. Assuming that the inertia of my body is large enough, can I not be pushed by others, just like a mountain, and even my skin will not be deformed?"

The black shadow muttered incessantly, what words such as deformation and inertia had never been heard by the Wild Bee, but he guessed that it might be some kind of spell point, or the name of a true immortal.

"Go!"

The mad bee poked his finger forward, and the hundreds of delusional bees on his side let out a fierce buzzing sound, flying towards Su Lin like lightning, like a torrential rain carried by a strong wind.

He watched as the swarm of poisonous bees approached Su Lin at high speed, and watched as their speed gradually slowed down, from high-speed flying to ordinary flying, and then to snail-crawling speed.

By about three meters near the dark shadow, the Delusional Bitter Bee was almost still! Diaphragm

Not only could they no longer fly, but they also stopped stirring their wings, but even if they did not stir their wings, they did not fall to the ground, but remained motionless in the air.

"It's ...... Hundred generations of thousands of years!?" The bee's throat let out an exclamation.

He moved the New Year to recall all these poisonous bees, but the vain bees did nothing.

In the perception of the wild bees, it is not that they do not obey orders, but that they are unable to act.

This is very similar to the Hundred Generations of Shinto Heaven, this kind of spell is the secret of Shinto Heaven, even if it is the pride of the sky, it is extremely difficult to practice.

Shinto Tuo Tianliu is the supreme tantric sect of the Shori Kingdom, and the whole sect only learns one method, and after cultivation, it is called Baidai Qianqiu.

Before the cultivation, the strength of the monks was equivalent to the cultivation of qi, low to extreme, and the entire Shinto Tuo Tianliu, including the head of the elders, were all extremely weak, but the strong monks with names and surnames in the Zhengri country all protected this faction, just because the hundred generations of thousands of autumns are the key to walking on the Distance Island, and the Distance Island has the secret of becoming an immortal. Diaphragm

He had the privilege of witnessing it once, and the scene was very similar to the moment when everything came to a standstill as it approached the Almighty, as if time had slowed down.

Crazy Bee didn't believe that a Great Xia monk could learn for a hundred generations, but if it was true, wouldn't he be able to enter Wuyuan Island as well?

The mad bee put away his thoughts, and re-observed the strange black shadow in front of him, trying to see if the other party's magical power was really Baidai Qianqiu, but the flat pitch black made him unable to see the other party's movements clearly, only feeling that the black shadow seemed to crouch down and pick up something from the ground.

The black shadow made a throwing motion, and thousands of stones flew out of his hand, flying towards this side at an extremely slow speed, and then the black shadow suddenly grew larger! In the field of vision of the wild bee, he went from laughing in the palm of his hand to the size of a person.

No, it's not getting bigger! It was he who came to him!

The figure that does not reflect any light does not have any three-dimensional sense even in the three-dimensional world, and this extremely strange visual effect is too strange for the wild bee to adapt, and before he can react, his chest has been pierced by a black arm.

It wasn't a big deal to get pierced in the chest, but the bee found himself unable to move! Diaphragm

The air had become very viscous, as if it had become the stone that sealed him, and his strong arms, which could easily cleave a sonic boom, were moving slowly at the speed of a snail, which was the effect of a hundred generations of thousands of autumns, but not only of a hundred generations of thousands of autumns.

I couldn't even breathe, and the air literally turned into a whole stone.

In this anomalous realm where nothing is difficult to move, the black shadow in front of him can still move freely, and the mad bee can only see that the silhouette of the other party is constantly changing, the other party is constantly poking holes in his body one after another, and his tempered body is as soft as tofu in front of the opponent's palm.

He could clearly feel the other arm's cut through the skin and muscles, and the hands seemed to be swept through the air and then withdrawn as if they were slicing through the air, and he slowly pushed his ribs, squeezing through his internal organs, and piercing through his back.

"When the inertia of the air becomes very large, the acceleration becomes very inefficient." Su Lin spoke in a calm tone, his hoarse voice as if he was answering, and as if confirming an uncertain question.

The calamity that befell the mad bee is reflected in a special causal relationship in the people of the country of Zhengni, thousands of miles away, and the iron law of cause and effect gently takes care of everyone, no matter how high or low, even ordinary people who are unaware of it still have the glory of bearing calamity for the people of destiny.

The monks of the Zhengri Kingdom who were in retreat in countless caves opened their eyes and noticed that the progress of their own path was beginning to slow down, and millions of ordinary people were unknowingly suffering from dispensable chronic diseases: high blood pressure, wind and cold, arthritis, and fatigue...... Diaphragm

The heavy calamity of one person is insignificant when it is distributed to countless people, but these innumerable minor evil causes, like trillions of gravel at the bottom of an immeasurable river, divert the great river in a way that no one can predict, and slowly turn the fate of the whole nation in another unpredictable direction.

The Berserk Bee knew that he had to make a decision immediately, the monster in front of him could not be defeated by immortality and a long tug-of-war, and this posthumous product of the hundred generations of the Thousand Generations was very different from the secret art he understood. He couldn't move or escape, and in the iron prison that couldn't be smashed, only his spirit was free.

Right...... Spirit, in the short interval just now, he cast a total of thirty-six spells, and all of them took effect.

But the speed at which the thirty-six spells took effect was as slow as his breathing, and the spirit-driven spells had to be re-manifested in physical form before they could manifest their original power.

Neither the flames that burn everything nor the black miasma that eats away all things will not be able to grow in these centuries.

The flame he evoked was burning, but only one spark might take a hundred years to turn into a flame, and these forbidden techniques that had only been evoked by burning luck and cultivation were useless at this time.

Berserk Bee knew that he had to use spells that were truly spiritually manifested, without the need for a physical attack. Diaphragm

That real killer feature.

It was a killer weapon that was fearless even if it was watched by everyone under the Heavenly Rules, and it should have been used on the strongest person in that Great Xia, but now it may have to be used - Python Swallowing Dragon Nail!

The skin of the mad bee glowed with a golden glow, and the glow was withdrawn, intertwining and merging in the air, turning into a simple and strange translucent light nail, and the python and the dragon coiled together, wrapped around the end of the nail.

At the same time that the python swallowing dragon nail materialized, far away on the top of the Jinguang Temple in the Zhengri Kingdom, the Zen masters who were chanting the scriptures stopped knocking on the wooden fish, and the first one in front of the monks slowly opened their eyes, looked up at the big Buddha in front of them, and showed a trace of sadness.