Supreme Spirit Lord

The knot in the hand changed, and a dazzling white light erupted in vain with Lin Yile at the center. The roaring majestic spiritual power cut a bloody path in the pool full of devilish energy.

This sudden burst of pale white spiritual power, although small in size, should not be underestimated.

"Wen Ling mentality?" Seeing this scene, the hoarse voice said with disdain: "This kind of useless mentality that only makes people shrink their heads, is there still someone practicing it?"

Wenling mental method is the masterwork of the first head of the Confucian school before he realized the extinction of Taoism, and after countless generations of exploration and perfection, it is the version that Lin Yile is practicing now.

Today's Wenling mentality is one of the best in the entire Yuanshi Continent. Even among Confucianism, there are very few people who can practice it.

However, in the mouth of this hoarse voice who does not know his identity, it is a waste thing. It can be seen that this person's vision is really high, and he really doesn't take Confucianism seriously.

While bursting out with spiritual power and constantly looking for the overlap between the interlayers of the space here, Lin Yile echoed lightly: "It's really useless, but unfortunately I can't find a better method now."

The Wenling Mental Method, as you can tell from the name, is a training method that focuses on cultivating the body and mind, and its effect on combat is really weak. Not to mention other top skills that are comparable to it, it is a slightly inferior combat mental method. I'm afraid it will beat many of them in terms of attack power.

In the previous life, Lin Yile seldom took shots. Even if he met an opponent, he was not as good as him in level. Relying on level suppression, he could easily kill people. This Wenling mentality is naturally enough.

It wasn't until later that the Yaoxie Clan invaded, and he and Hua Yuebai teamed up to fight against the two top fighters of the Yaoxie Clan, then he realized that this Wenling mentality was really not enough.

Fortunately, Hua Yuebai took the initiative to face the more powerful Yaoxie Emperor, and he only needed to face the slightly less powerful Yaoxie High Priest.

It was also from then on that Lin Yile had the desire to change his mentality, but finding a suitable top mentality was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, so this matter has been dragged on until now without any clue.

It seems that Lin Yile's dislike of Wen Ling's mentality was heard in Lin Yile's words, and the hoarse voice said again: "Give me the trace of the original magic power in your body, and I can give you a whole world Wushuang's cultivation method, how about this deal?"

The words are full of bewitching meaning.

Facing this tempting condition, Lin Yile's expression darkened, and he continued to pretend to be stupid: "This junior is a spiritual practitioner, and he has no magic power."

The difference between the original magic power and ordinary magic power lies in the purity and whether it contains the master's spiritual consciousness. This difference is extremely subtle in Moxiu's body, not to mention that there is only a trace of it in his body, and Hua Yuebai's magic power is as pure as the two. There is almost no difference between.

How did this voice know that he had the original magic power, not ordinary magic power?

All kinds of doubts piled up in his heart, and an unrealistic idea suddenly popped up in Lin Yile's heart.

"Ming people don't speak dark words, so why do you have to go around in circles with me here." The hoarse voice sneered, and said darkly: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree, when you die in..."

Before he could finish his threatening words, Lin Yile interrupted and said coldly, "Who are you?"

At the beginning, he suspected that the identity of this voice was different, but after getting in touch with it, the voice behaved normally, but when he said a word or two occasionally, it always gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

This made Lin Yile have to suspect that this person might be someone close to him.

But Hua Yuebai is the only demon around him who can reach this height.

If it was Hua Yuebai, Lin Yile would definitely be able to recognize it immediately, so this voice could never be Hua Yuebai.

Doubts piled up, Lin Yile was not afraid of provoking the voice, so he chose to ask directly.

As soon as the question came out, the hoarse voice full of sarcasm stopped abruptly, and there was no answer for a long time.

Lin Yile was not in a hurry, the seals on his palms kept changing, while waiting, he did not forget to continue looking for a way to escape.

After a long while, a voice filled with endless confusion sounded, and said intermittently: "This seat... seems to be the last demon god on the Yuanshi Continent."

"You are not." There was a trace of different fluctuations, and Lin Yile's eyes flashed with joy, and he said firmly: "Wen Ling's mind method was created by the first head of Confucianism. He passed away more than 9000 years ago, but Yuan Shi On the mainland, there has been no news of a god-level powerhouse for tens of thousands of years."

"I'm not? Then who am I?" The hoarseness that was deliberately disguised in the voice disappeared, revealing the original tone. Although it is not very pleasant, it is calm and elegant, which makes people feel at ease.

That voice was trapped by deep self-doubt, and Lin Yile's inexplicable sense of being locked in disappeared. He was overjoyed, and the palms of the seals stopped, palms pressed together, fingers slightly bent, and coldly shouted: "Open !"

As soon as the voice fell, a somewhat distorted jet-black gap suddenly appeared behind him, and the suction force that exploded in it made the water from the Heavenly Demon Blood Pond pour in.

The sudden change brought the voice back from the confusion, looked at the gap in space that was torn open by Lin Yile, and roared angrily: "Zhu Zi dare!" While speaking, a palm formed by the black pool water condensed , grabbed Lin Yile fiercely.

Wherever the palm passed, the space left a series of collapsed cracks.

Lin Yile felt a little familiar with the voice that was no longer disguised, but he looked at the giant hand that was approaching in front of him in an instant, he had no time to take care of so much, his body fell back forcefully, half of his body was instantly submerged in the gap in the space among.

At this time, the giant palm wind landed on his body that had not yet fully entered the space gap.

Click!

A jet of black light flashed into Lin Yile's body, followed by the sound of bone shattering. He didn't care about his sternum, which had been plagued by disasters recently. The spiritual power in his body gushed out crazily, and his stability fluctuated under the palm of his hand, and he would collapse at any time gap in space.

A stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, and Lin Yile's body completely entered the gap in the space, and then his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness and passed out.

"I hope to have the opportunity to see you again this time."

This was Lin Yile's last thought before he passed out.

Just when he tore through the interlayer of space to escape, great changes also took place outside the Heavenly Demon Blood Pool.

"This is?!"

The old man with six senses, who was guarding the sky over the Heavenly Demon Blood Pool, was shocked when he saw the blood-red pool that suddenly rose from the ground, forming a huge waterspout.

Streams of terrifying demonic energy emanated from the high-speed bloody waterspout. The old man with six senses reached out and grabbed it, staring at the black energy visible to the naked eye in his hand.

"Everyone retreats into the Phantom City and activates the defense formation!"

Near a small town with a black stone wall a hundred miles away, many people were busy working around. When they heard the sound, they subconsciously looked up at the sky, but they saw the blood-colored waterspout hundreds of meters high and the dark surroundings surrounding it. At the moment of energy, everyone is terrified.

Immediately dropped the work in hand, Sa Yazi ran towards the city, the speed was so fast, looking down from the air, almost only blurred figures like rabid rabbits could be seen.

Suspended in the air, watching the dot-like figures on the ground move rapidly towards the Phantom City, the old man Liuzhi was a little relieved, but when he turned his head to look at the waterspout that was spinning faster and faster, his face became darker and darker. .

For ordinary people and low-level spiritual practitioners, even a single drop of the water in the Demon Blood Pond would be a disaster, and in this phantom city, most of them are low-level spiritual practitioners and ordinary people.

If this thing is allowed to explode, the consequences will be disastrous.

The vicissitudes of life flashed with firmness in the old eyes. The old man with six senses shook his sleeves and raised his wide, wrinkled palm. The blue magic power condensed in the palm of his hand, gradually appearing in the shape of a circular array.

"now!"

The style is complicated, and the white jade array inlaid with gold rims floats on the palm of the hand. The old man of six senses stretches his arms, and rich sea blue energy emerges from his body, pouring continuously into the single-layer array.

After absorbing the energy, the disk formation instantly expanded thousands of times, and the tall waterspout each occupied half of the sky. The two energies, one red and one blue, intersected each other. If the dangers involved were ignored, it could be regarded as a spectacular sight.

Unleashing the best magic weapon, the old man's complexion didn't get any better, but became more serious. His eyes fixed on the eye of the storm at the bottom of the waterspout, his hands in his sleeves were clenched suddenly, his arms retracted, his fists collided, sharp Shouted loudly: "Guardian of the vast sea!"

A turbulent and majestic aura emanated from his body, the sound of endless ocean tides sounded, and a thick blue light spread out from the center of the old man with six senses, forming a huge semicircular cover, enveloping him and the blood-colored waterspout in it .

All the hidden aura erupted, and the old man of six senses tried his best to maintain the energy cover, and could no longer conceal the aura belonging to the demon cultivator on him.

The people in the city looked at the huge sea-blue cover not far away, and couldn't help talking about it.

A sharp-eyed person recognized the identity of the old man with six senses, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Is that Senior Jin Chan?"

Jin Chan loves money, and the pseudonym of the old man of six senses somehow fits his image in Hua Yuebai's heart.

"What a strong magic power!"

This monstrous magic power can be detected even by low-level spiritual practitioners.

Some people couldn't believe it, and said: "Senior Jin Chan is actually a demon race?!"

Hearing the word Mozu, the crowd suddenly became agitated.

"How can there be demons in Phantom City?"

"Those who are not my race must have a different heart. How can we orthodox spiritual practice be in the same boat as the demon race!"

"Kill this devil!"

It was a relatively mild question at the beginning, but it was unknown who spoke first. Under the crisis, people who were already impetuous were more likely to be mobilized, and soon someone echoed.

"kill him!"

"The demons are the sinners of Yuanshi Continent!"

One sound was louder than the other, it was chilling to hear, fortunately, the old man with six senses was now completely absorbed by the waterspout formed by the demonic blood pool, otherwise he would have walked away immediately.

Author's gossip: Thank you for your support, okay!