"One, two, three......" Mo Yufei worked hard, and under the catalysis of telekinesis, he temporarily put down the recitation of the Vajra scriptures. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and use the method of counting breath to increase their spare strength. His face was extremely pale and he was in a cold sweat.

Li Shanshan, who was close to him, also had a lot of sweat on his forehead, which was caused by mental tension, and his life was at the moment, if he didn't go all out, where would he be worthy of his body.

The sphere rotated violently and shook more violently and abruptly, even stopping or moving, and the rhythm was extremely unstable, which was exactly the state of the Demon Venerable. He believes that the two people in the ball, no matter how determined they are, can't help this unpredictable toss after a long time!

Sure enough, Li Shanshan's body trembled rapidly, although her hands were working hard. But as if it was strongly absorbed by the voice of the Demon Venerable, it was impossible to move. Not even the slightest stretch out. Li Shanshan looked frightened, her breath was disordered, she was afraid of death since she was a child. But now she was really afraid, and the feeling of being afraid of death arose.

She was suppressed by this state without the slightest strength, and it was difficult to reach out even a finger. Not to mention touching those ten fine rays. Although the ten thin rays are close at the snap of a finger, in Li Shanshan's eyes, it is as far as the end of the world.

On Mo Yufei's side, he temporarily gave up the recitation of the Diamond Sutra and changed to a simple and fast method of counting breaths, that is, counting and counting. Count from one to ten. And then keep repeating. This method seems simple, but it contains a profound Zen machine. and the kung fu of concentration. If you are restless or half-hearted while counting your breaths, then you have no merit at all. If you are single-minded and have no distracting thoughts, even though you are counting your breaths, you are indeed entering meditation. And with the strength of the skill is different, the strength shown is naturally different. Although his body is as weak as Mo Yufei's, if he is able to count his breaths, he can still gain residual strength in a short time. This method emphasizes speediness and saves too much effort in memorization compared to the recitation of the magnificent and long Vajra scriptures. Although there is no esoteric Mahayana doctrine of the Diamond Sutra. But in the short term, it is better than the Diamond Sutra.

The trick to this method is: "One does not count two, two does not count one." This means that the singular number is a number, such as one, three, five...... , should be with the dantian, inhalation is appropriate. If it is two, the exponent is double, such as two, four, six...... Then take care of the dantian opportunity, and it is advisable to exhale. So exhale and breathe, rhythmically, so count from one to ten...... Then repeat until the dantian is smooth and the qi is abundant, until the dantian gives birth to irresistible residual strength. Since he can resist the power of the Demon Venerable, he can transfer the remaining strength to his arms and fingers, and with a flick of his fingers, he can shatter the ten fine rays.

Mo Yufei's concentration was extremely strong, and seeing that Li Shanshan had been controlled by the voice of the Demon Venerable, he couldn't extricate himself. Under the light of his eyes, he unfolded the method of counting breaths, adjusted his breathing, and counted calmly from one to ten, and then from one to ten...... This is continuous, like a continuous stream, refreshing and cool into the Moyu Feixin Field. At the same time, from his throat, he kept betting, going to his neck, chest, abdomen, and even Mo Yufei's dantian.

Time passed slowly, the outside world held its breath, and the feeling of staring at the telekinesis ball was like staring at a catastrophe and disaster. This feeling stung Mo Yufei deeply.

The inspired Mo Yufei forgot his exhaustion, forgot his anxiety, forgot the severe pain and the torture of being violently concussed, and also forgot to be hit by the double blow of the Demon Venerable's loud voice and Sen Sen's hilariousness. All he remembered was counting his breaths. I count from one to ten, then from one to ten, and then from one to ten. As he counted his breaths one after another with great difficulty, the dantian below his abdomen became more and more full and bulging, and the breath became more and more condensed. This kind of thick and continuous dantian breath is to achieve a strong urge to burst out in one breath under the unbearable accumulation. Although this is likely to greatly damage Mo Yufei's vitality, there is only this method at present. Mo Yufei had no choice but to continue to count evenly, "one, two, three, four, five, six......

Time flowed again, and the sound of the telekinetic ball's breathing became more solemn, and even the disciples around them had solemn expressions, and they all looked at them in anticipation, as if they wanted to see that the Demon Venerable was about to obtain a lot of fruits.

When the Demon Venerable contemplated the perspective of the telekinetic ball, he was even more excited to see that the ten thin mangs were already holding the spirit beads, slowly and laboriously moving, moving heavily step by step,...... Seeing that they were about to drag the spirit bead between the openings of the crack, it was about the same!

Demon Venerable's eyes were bright, and he recited a spell in his mouth, as if urging the ten thin rays to go faster, even if he insisted on ten more breaths, it would be enough to transport the spirit bead between the cracks in the sphere. At that time, the Demon Venerable thought that after absorbing the spirit bead, he could pretend to miss it for a while, and then throw the spirit bead out and hit it in the telekinetic ball, which would definitely cause the bead to be destroyed and shattered, and the people in the ball would be buried together. This result was exactly what he wanted, and he didn't care about Li Lan's feelings at all.

However, just as the Demon Venerable watched the ten slender mangs holding the spirit bead through the last ten breaths: one breath, two breaths, three breaths,............ Six, seven, eight,...... Nine breaths!

That's right, the ten fine mangs have already carried the Heavenly Mist Spirit Bead to travel heavily and vigorously for another nine breaths. At this point, the edge of the crack has been reached. The Demon Venerable was extremely moved, and he saw that he was only one breath away, and ten thin rays could reach between the cracks in the sphere. As long as it reaches the gap, under the finger of the Demon Venerable ten zhang away, the spirit bead will be sucked into the hand of the Demon Venerable.

But at this last breath, in Mo Yufei's bulging dantian, it was filled with incomparably mental aura, and it had reached a level where it could no longer be counted. At this time, the breath is like forming a long stream, from the dantian that is about to be full, it climbs sharply, there is no time to delay, Mo Yufei's eyes flashed, seeing that the ten fine mangs were still close to the last breath, he could send the spirit bead to the demon venerable, he could not send it down, suddenly stopped counting breaths, roared, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly at the same time, the whole person's body also fell sharply, the breath that exuded residual strength flowed, did not pour from his fingers, and rushed directly to his throat and mouth, as it turned into a mouthful of blood, while he spit out, fused that mouthful of blood, directly spewed out, turned into a blood sword, and sprayed straight away, is about to reach the ten thin rays between the gaps, and the spirit bead held up by the fine mangs.

"Poof!" It was just a piercing loud sound, and the blood that turned into a sharp sword sprayed on it at the same time, and the ten thin mangs suddenly let out a miserable cry, extremely miserable, and wailed continuously. One, two, three...... Eight, nine, ten!

That's right, the terrible scream, almost with an ugly strange scream, and the unstoppable sound that wanted to cry but couldn't cry, with the shattering of Mo Yufei's blood, the ten thin rays had already turned into flying ashes. But the ten divine consciousness clones of the Demon Venerable they represented finally fell one by one in a helpless scream, and merged into this telekinetic ball. They never dissipated through the cracks. Because they still have a breath away, they are only at the edge of the gap. It's just a fraction of a distance. It was this slightest distance that made the Demon Venerable outside, who was stunned and speechless, and his expression changed drastically, watching his ten divine consciousness clones being doused by Mo Yufei's blood, but he was powerless to save him, this feeling of guilt that could not redeem a part of his divine consciousness made the whole Demon Venerable go crazy and continue to go crazy.

He watched the fall of the ten Divine Consciousness clones one by one with a heartache, and seemed to say goodbye to himself with a faint miserable voice, and thought of the tragic situation of the nine Divine Sense clones who were killed by Mo Yufei when he tried Mo Yufei before. Demon Venerable couldn't suppress it any longer, he let out a monstrous roar, shaking the heavens and the earth and shouting: "Mo Yufei, I'm going to kill you!"