"What, it's been so long?" Chen Zhenghe's heart was shocked, and the strength in his hands relaxed slightly.

Wen Fei saw that there was a play, and immediately said: "Of course, the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin people, that is, the Jurchens. The Southern Song Dynasty was also wiped out by the Mongols, and your old enemy has long been finished...... You'll live to be, uh, the last, and you'll be the real winner!"

The man didn't listen to Wen Fei's beard at all, but kept muttering: "The Zhao family is actually dead like this...... He died like that......"

Wen Fei said in his heart that this old ghost can't be crazy, it's better to feel that there is nothing to love in life, and break it yourself. Just thinking about it, he saw Chen Zhenghe laughing loudly: "It's okay to die, there is no need to take revenge." I can just ...... Become an immortal!"

As soon as these four words came out of the immortal dao, Wen Fei felt an extremely awe-inspiring force and pressed it down. That kind of power was full of terror, and Wen Fei almost fell to his knees when he had almost no ability to react.

Chen Zhenghe's eyes emitted a strange green light and stared at Wen Fei. Wen Fei was shocked and struggled hard. But he felt as if his whole body was bound by an invisible force, and he couldn't move any longer. The green light carried the will, and it wanted to drill into the depths of his mind. This feeling is similar to the feeling when he was in the mule and horse market that day, and when the monks of Western Xia attacked him. The difference is that the power of this old ghost is stronger than that of the monk, and it goes straight into his head, as if he wants to control him.

Wen Fei resisted desperately, reciting the Qingjing Sutra in his mouth. But I felt that it was dark in front of me, as if I had come to an endless dark space. A Taoist priest floated among them and sneered, "You don't have to bother to resist, a kid with low mana like you." Didn't even open up the sea of knowledge...... Hey, there's even a Dharma Protector General!"

As soon as Wen Fei's neck was hot, a faint golden light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and a general wearing ancient armor appeared. Holding the big knife, he snorted coldly: "Where are you a demon and a monster, don't quit quickly." This heavenly monarch spares your life!"

The Taoist priest was not afraid at all, and showed a ridiculous expression: "Which sect is this god general, and actually found a wild ghost to fill the number......?"

The Taoist priest waved his sleeves, Wen Fei's biggest reliance, and suddenly a muffled thunderous sound suddenly sounded on his neck, and the thunder mark hanging on his neck actually exploded. At the same time, God dissipates the light that has been turned into stars.

Wen Fei's frightened soul is too fierce, this old ghost is too cruel. Even the thunder seal refined by Ge Erlang was so light that it was solved......

That's it, only desperate. Wen Fei was desperate. This is within his own consciousness, as long as his will is strong enough, this old ghost will not succeed.

Wen Fei visualized the law of the Emperor Zhenwu, hoping to use the divine power of the Emperor Zhenwu to help deal with this old ghost, and prayed in his heart: Emperor, I have also helped your old man. You can't die without help!

"Huh......," the old ghost said in a surprised voice, "What kind of god is this? We've never seen it?" but it's delusional to resist me. ”

With the voice of the old ghost, Wen Fei's consciousness actually gave birth to a god, wearing a crown robe, holding a jade seal in his hand, surrounded by hundreds of ghosts under the seat, and countless ghost armies rushed out of the seat under one finger, wearing armor, and constantly rushed towards the Zhenwu Emperor that Wen Fei imagined.

Wen Fei gritted his teeth fiercely, but found that he couldn't feel his body at all now. This is the battle of consciousness, and every qiē is the illusion of the mind. Wen Fei quickly gave up the visualization of the True Martial Emperor, and appeared on his own, holding a Gatling six-barreled cannon in his hand, holding it with one hand in a blue wave posture, and pouring out thousands of bullets in an instant.

The countless hideous ghost armies that poured out from the feet of the gods on the opposite side were beaten into a sieve before they could get close. But those ghost armies were not afraid of death and life, and they still rushed over in a steady stream.

This is a battle between consciousness, whether it is a ghost army or a machine gun, it is all consciousness. It's just your own spirit. The old ghost let out a surprised voice: "What kind of magic weapon is this?"

Although this old ghost is powerful, after all, it is an old ghost who has been dead for thousands of years. Thoughts are naturally incomparable to the endless imagination of modern people, and in the old ghost's opinion, only what is real can be conjured up in consciousness.

But Wen Fei believes that what exists can be transformed. For example, now, when Wen Fei realized this, this qiē was just an illusion in his heart, and suddenly an extra Hou Yi Shenri's sun-shooting bow came out of his hand, and an arrow shot towards that god like a meteor.

In the battle of consciousness, it is not only whose spirit is stronger. And who else has a richer imagination, Wen Fei believes that this arrow shoots out, and it will destroy the sun, and this arrow has such a huge power in his consciousness. The sun-shooting arrow turned into a three-legged golden crow covered in sun flames, and in the terrifying cry of the old ghost, it was completely burned into nothingness.

The old ghost screamed in surprise and threw out the big seal in his hand, and when the two touched, they suddenly disappeared into invisibility.

Wen Fei sneered: "See how many magic seals you still have?" In his heart, he was about to think about mobilizing the most powerful magic weapon.

Suddenly, this dark space of consciousness turned into an endless sea, setting off endless wind and waves, and waves of monstrous waves were born one after another. The old ghost finally gave birth to a solemn look, stretched out a finger, and shouted, "Certain!"

The wind and waves that I don't know how to give birth to in the sky have all settled down, turning into gentle waves of water.

However, the space eventually shook, and countless seawater waters tossed like a boiling pot, and the old ghost finally showed a look of fear and shouted, "No, it can't be. I ......"

Wen Fei didn't hear the words clearly, every time he shook. It was as if a huge bomb exploded in his mind...... Then Wen Fei felt the preservation of his body, extremely weak, and his head felt like it was about to explode. This is the sequelae of mental exertion. Suddenly, he was shocked, and as soon as his eyes were dark, he fainted......

"Demon Dao, where are you going?" a thunderous voice exploded in Wen Fei's mind.

In a coma, Wen Fei's eyes spun rapidly, and one nightmare after another kept coming to mind.

I saw a tall and thin Taoist priest, with his hair scattered, and he was surrounded by a group of officers and soldiers. These ancient soldiers were all wearing red clothes, which made Wen Fei look a little familiar, and it seemed to be the military uniforms of the Song Dynasty.