Immortal Young Man on Campus

Yu Mo had never felt this way before. It made him fearful and helpless. Suddenly, he felt so vulnerable.

He gradually guessed that the one who made him have the urge to surrender is God, that is, the Protoss.

He was originally disdainful of the Protoss, but at this moment, his body has changed, which he can't control at all.

The image of God in his mind was rapidly rising.

"How is this going?"

He was pale and racked his brains trying to figure out why.

He stared straight at the sky, as if God was in the sky, and he was about to kneel to the other side.

He was shocked and thought of the scene he saw in the temple in Changheng Mountain. Those pious believers were so pious when they faced the stone statue.

Then, they paid homage to the stone statues, generating the power of faith.

"The stone gods in the Dead Sea once said that human beings were created by the gods, and the purpose is to harvest the power of faith. How can we be foolproof and make humans sincerely respect and worship the gods?"

Yu Mo came up with a whim, and felt a sense of sudden relief.

He thought of a little sign, but immediately it was as if he had poured a basin of ice water on his head, and the chill was piercing.

"The Protoss is all too familiar with the human body structure. The Black Prison is so mysterious that no one has ever explored it clearly. What was the Protoss creating the Black Prison for in the first place? If it doesn't work, why bother?"

"The black prison must have a great effect, but humans don't know it. Perhaps, the black prison has something to do with the original intention of the Protoss to create humans."

"The original intention of the Protoss is for the power of belief. Naturally, the Black Prison is directly related to the power of belief. This is like a backdoor in the program. The Protoss has set up a backdoor in the human body."

Yu Mo ripped off the cocoon, and through his own experience, he gradually figured out some signs, which was really startling.

His brows gradually wrinkled, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was such a possibility, because the feeling he had now was the most direct proof.

"In the past, when the emperor sacrificed to the sky, once the gods appeared, naturally, the feeling lurking in the black prison of human beings would arise spontaneously. There was no need for the gods to do anything, and the world would worship the gods, and the power of belief would continue.

Yu Mo was stunned and praised to himself: "Protoss, good method."

Now that the Protoss is missing, although he has this feeling, but there is no Protoss, and the power of natural belief will not be generated.

But this does not mean that Yu Mo has survived the crisis.

Instead, his situation has changed dramatically.

That feeling has been lingering, and the reverence and worship of the Protoss in his heart is growing little by little. If another Protoss appears in the future, he will not dare to raise the blood blade at all, but directly worship.

This is the biggest crisis.

He couldn't fight the Protoss at all.

"Tang Zheng is also a human. How did he fight the Protoss? Does he have a way to resist the innate feeling in the black prison?"

Yu Mo couldn't guess.

Seeing that Yu Mo was petrified, the others looked at the sky suspiciously, and couldn't help but whisper.

Phoenix and the others looked at each other, worried in their hearts, and hurriedly winked at the main road leader.

He is the closest to Yu Mo, and only he can hope to find out the reason and prevent Yu Mo from ruining his business.

Daoist Gan said that he was suffering, he glanced at Yu Mo angrily, and whispered, "Sect Master, stop playing, if things go on like this, something will happen, something big will happen."

Yu Mo was indifferent.

The main road leader can't wait to vomit blood.

The situation has become a little more delicate, like a balloon that is constantly inflating, and it seems that it may explode at any time, with disastrous consequences.

The leader of the road is anxious and wise, and he can't let it go. Otherwise, more and more people will see the clue, and the play will be ruined.

His face froze, and then he continued to speak of the sacrificial text just now.

He played it completely on the spot, compiling and speaking now, organizing language, and reciting sacrificial texts.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Does this work too?

But no one dared to interrupt him.

The Phoenix group breathed a sigh of relief for a while, but they began to discuss each other, but in the end they did not discuss the reason.

Yu Mo didn't hear what was going on outside the window.

He watched as that feeling grew stronger, more ingrained, and implanted in his body and mind.

Sudden!

The small tree of calamity in the sea of ​​​​qi moved, and the branches and leaves swayed non-stop, as if stimulated, and the robbery force surged out.

Boom boom boom!

Jie Li walked along the path of Jie Shen Jue, and after a week, the feeling that had just grown was a little weaker.

"How is this going?"

Yu Mo was stunned.

He has been cultivating Tribulation God Art all the time, and he knows that Tribulation God Art is not simple, but he never thought that there would be such a miraculous effect.

The robbery force combined with the robbery **** art can actually resist that feeling.

"What kind of **** is the person who created the Tribulation God Art, and it has such an unexpected effect." Yu Mo was filled with emotion, but another thought came up and gave him a big jump.

"The God of Tribulation Art has always been very mysterious, and no one else can practice it. Only I can practice the art of robbery with the power of the ninth generation. What if the real effect of the art of robbery is to fight against the feeling in the black prison?"

The old people all worship the gods, but some people have created the practice of robbing the gods, which can be called a great treason.

Yu Mo was shocked, what did that person think, that he dared to take the risk of the world.

However, Yu Mo was convinced.

"Senior, no matter what your purpose is, the Tribulation God Art is passed on to me, and I will never humiliate it. Since Jie Li and Tribulation God Art are two-pronged and have a suppressing effect on that feeling, then we let Jie Li Come on more violently."

Yu Mo let out a secret roar, the phoenix revolved the God of Tribulation Art, and the roaring power roared through the meridians.

One Sunday, two Sundays, three Sundays...

The robbery force goes round and round, running one week after another in the Yu Mo meridian. The feeling seems to have met the enemy and was gradually suppressed, like a defeated army, shrinking back to the black prison little by little.

Yu Mo wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue and completely eradicate this feeling.

However, the other party also seemed to know Yu Mo's thoughts, and quickly retreated, disappeared in the black prison, and never dared to appear again.

Yu Mo did not breathe a sigh of relief, because the danger had not been lifted.

I don’t know when, that feeling will pop up again. If there is a Protoss in front of me, in an instant, if I lose my resistance, I will definitely die.

Yu Mo broke out in a cold sweat and reluctantly searched in the black prison, but the black prison was unfathomable, and a little of his true essence flowed into the black prison.

He stared straight at the black prison and gritted his teeth secretly: "I won't stop here, one day, I will find you out and rectify the law on the spot, hum, if you want me to worship the Protoss, there is no way!"