Wang Yuanfeng looked at the stone that had just been used by himself to test the flying sword, and now it had become powder, this kind of thing was some souls with serious evil thoughts, which were pulled together by the same kind, and finally condensed together and turned into it, the essence is destruction, and everything you see wants to destroy.

It is used to refine magic weapons, except for being able to harm people, as long as the cultivator uses this kind of thing, he will get backlash if he is not careful, and after being assimilated, he will lose himself and become a member of the evil thing.

"I don't know how much of this is like this to my evil things, if it is everywhere, the cause of the imbalance of yin and yang will be found. ”

Wang Yuanfeng thought for a while, there must be a reason for the imbalance of yin and yang, and the reason for inferring from the outside world is that every energy application system is not perfect, and new systems are born, such as barbarians, demon races, immortal dao, divine dao, and now martial arts, all occupy a part of the luck of heaven and earth, each holding a part of the heavenly dao, fighting with each other, suppressing the growth of the real heavenly dao, making all beings think that those people represent the real heavenly dao, and compete to imitate each other.

Almost all of the people who are imitated are individuals, and if there are some people who have a distorted mind and take the behavior after the distortion as a practice criterion, it will not affect one or two people.

Just like people in the world imitate celebrities and worship celebrities, they unconsciously learn some behaviors that are detrimental to good fortune and damage yin morality, and their own spiritual sense is ignorant, and they are not aware of these behaviors at all.

When the evil thoughts reach a certain level, they will not only affect their own aura, but also map to the surroundings, affecting other people as well, and spreading them like a plague.

One person's evil thoughts have no effect on matter, but thousands of people will definitely affect matter, such as water (the ancient Chinese water method is the basis of spells, such as snow landscape water, Jiulong water, Bodhi water, Daqing pure water and other water methods).

Heaven and earth are the most spiritual, because people have independent thoughts, the most able to transform things, just with the flying sword to kill this evil thing is mostly based on human souls.

If he still cultivates the Dan Method, even if he can kill this thing, he will still have the breath left, and in order to calm this place, he must purify the evil aura with the water method in order to restore his original state.

But after cultivating the way of the sword immortal, directly annihilating this evil thing with sword qi, and returning it to heaven and earth as a source of things, there is no need to deal with the rest of the matter.

As soon as Wang Yuanfeng got up and flew up, he heard a noisy scream in front of him, it seemed that it was not one or two, could it be another war.

When I looked at it, a dark cloud of luck was moving forward in the sky, and the countless points of light of various colors in front of it were crumblingly supporting, as if they would not be extinguished at any time.

Wang Yuanfeng's expression changed, this luck and the kind of luck he saw just now are a kind of luck, but it is much stronger than the stone just now, the aura formed by the breath of the stone just now can cover dozens of zhang, but now this can cover dozens of miles, the two are different.

Wang Yuanfeng didn't dare to delay, just watched the luck, every second there was a living soul dying, running the sword qi, and a giant sword composed of sword qi appeared under his feet, and flew forward with a whoosh.

An object like a big ball of meat was chasing behind, the body surface was dark, there were countless grimaces twisting and howling on it, the rows were densely packed, counting carefully, there were no less than 10,000 sheets, all kinds of expressions, some hated and worldly, some excited, some angry, some weird, some gloomy, some cold, and even a face of righteousness, a face of compassion, but no matter how you look at it, every face has an evil spirit, a posture that does not destroy all things and does not stop.

Not only that, but also with different expressions, each with its own thoughts, a living tangled body.

Countless ghosts in front of them desperately ran away, for fear of being caught up by this monster, but from time to time some ghosts were confused by grimaces, or oppressed and unable to move, becoming the rations of evil creatures.

Wang Yuanfeng flew to the front with a giant sword, and he didn't have time to observe the fleeing crowd, and saw this monster the size of a house with an evil face on it, even if Wang Yuanfeng's heart was strong, he couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, which suddenly made him have an urge to escape.

A glance can make people's thoughts fly, distracting thoughts, and force down the bad feeling in their hearts,

After running the sword qi, he walked all over his body, and used the armillary sphere to suppress the disorder and other breaths.

"Death!"

With a loud shout, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and a silver-white projectile whistled towards the evil thing.

When the evil creature reacted, a flying sword like a dagger flew in front of him, and as soon as the evil creature saw the faces of the flying sword, his expression changed for a while, and he came to him silently.

But if you feel it carefully, the flying sword is unremarkable, without the slightest miracle, like a mortal dagger, without the slightest momentum, except for looking at the silver cancan's good-looking, and a few faces nearby leaked a few minutes of expression, some ridicule, some contempt, some disdain, some sneer, some anger, some roar, abuse, one expression, and countless faces glanced at the flying sword, the invisible stretched out their ears as if they wanted to hear something, and the inaudible grimaces inquired left and right, talking.

"Poof".

After a soft sound, the grimace on the bump instantly froze, as if it was half-stuck, and then its expression was distorted in pain.

"Ah......h

A crazy scream sounded from countless grimaces, Wang Yuanfeng flew out with a sword, instantly slashing into the body of the evil thing, just about to control the flying sword to continue chopping, suddenly there were countless grimaces roaring in the middle of the noise, and his spiritual platform was a little unstable.

The dark path is not good, and the spirit is attacking.

After a muffled grunt, he lowered his head to the ground.

But then the armillary sphere turned, stabilized his mind, returned his mind to its place, and hurriedly used his sword qi to stabilize his body, but the roar continued, making him mentally disordered, difficult to control his body, and even casting spells became extremely difficult.

There were a few times when he used his sword qi, but he was halfway by this roar, and not only did he not see the success, but he also injured himself a little.

Wang Yuanfeng guarded the spiritual platform tightly, keeping a little spiritual light unextinguished, so as not to be overwhelmed by this roar.

Thinking that it happened between the lightning and flint, from the flying sword slashing into the evil object to the roar, it was only for a moment that the sword qi raged in the evil object, making the evil thing feel the pain that threatened its life, so it let out this kind of roar and scream.

Wang Yuanfeng can only stabilize himself now, even his body has descended into the air, standing on the ground, he just doesn't dare to be distracted to maintain the spell, he can only hold on to the spiritual platform and keep his mind from being overwhelmed.

And the rest of the ghosts are not so comfortable, the chaotic screams instantly drowned their minds, at first resisting rolling on the ground, but then these ghosts seemed to be crazy, some laughed and screamed, some ran wildly, some walked backwards, and even shot at the people next to them, in a variety of forms, and so on.

If Wang Yuanfeng was sober, he would definitely feel that he had entered a mental hospital when he saw this kind of appearance, making this evil thing roar and creating countless neuropathies.