King of Gods

"Remove your eye mask"

Lin Tong’s cold voice made the representatives of the thirteen cases confusing.

A lot of eyes, fixed in Zhao Feng.

All along, Zhao Feng’s image to them is indifferent and cruel.

Unforgettable is the flowing blue hair, the cruel one-eyed dragon.

Especially the latter, adding a bit of cruelty to Zhao Fengping.

And listening to Lin Tong’s words, is it that Zhao Feng has another eye, don’t have a mystery?

What is wrong with this?

"It is a new star in the alliance to cultivate the "Dream of Heaven" to the high secret."

Zhao Feng’s fine mans flashed.

In the face of the mysterious technique, Lin Tong, who is higher than himself, Zhao Feng also has certain taboos.

However, this is the time to stimulate the ability to sharpen the "spirit of the gods."

Zhao Feng made up his mind.

Looking at the eyes, Zhao Feng slowly removed the silver-blue eye mask.

Under the eye mask, it was a dull scorpion.

Everyone on the field was cold.

But it is in the next moment.

Zhao Feng's gray left eyelids, a layer of green and shiny.

Gradually, the green eyes are like perfect gems. In the light, there is an invisible sharpness that seems to penetrate all things.

Everyone who meets this eye, the heart is a tremor, there is a illusion that the soul is pierced, as if all secrets, nothing.

"This is your spiritual skill? We really are the same kind of people."

Lin Tong mouth has a smile, the blood of the body, shuddering, I do not know is excited, or uneasy.

at the same time.

On the side of the battle platform, there was also a horror.

"What is this mentality? There is such a strong hole."

“It’s a bit like the legendary ‘Aes Hawkeye, the mystery, but he’s obviously like Lin Tong’s, it’s a spiritual skill built on blood.”

The high-rise of the ancient princes blasted the pot.

Zhao Feng’s spiritual skills have never been seen before, and there is no record in the ancient books.

Heavenly

Lin Tong black robe without wind automatic, mysterious invisible power, infiltrating the void, chilly, strange, pervasive.

Deep eyes, like an abyss, the center presents a rotating red spot.

The surrounding area was abruptly dimmed.

Lin Tong is like the innocent king in the dark night.

唰

Zhao Feng’s heart swayed and there was an illusion of spatial replacement.

next moment.

Zhao Feng is in a dark lacquered space.

His standing place, at a speed visible to the naked eye, formed a black iron prison and bound it.

Black lacquered space.

Cold, chilly, and strange.

Zhao Feng was tied to the black iron prison, an unprecedented isolation.

In the dark space opposite, Lin Tong stood in the air, like the king of innocent, condescending.

"Prisoners made with spiritual illusion, let the consciousness of the target fall into the environment and cannot extricate themselves..."

Zhao Feng sucked in a cold air.

His body is still in the wind and the battle platform, spiritual consciousness, but in this situation.

In reality, even if he has strong strength, no sense of dominance, it is just a walking dead.

"At the level of spiritual consciousness, the time flow rate is different from the outside world. Your consciousness, bound to my 'day secluded, spiritual illusion, will endure endless torture. Torture your day, in real space, but a few breaths ""

Lin Tongyu smiled, and a thorny iron whip appeared in his hand, and he rushed to Zhao Feng.

Snapped

Zhao Feng snorted and his body was drawn with a blood mark.

This kind of attack, although it will not affect the physical body in reality, but the spiritual consciousness, suffering endless torture, will be exhausted to the extreme, and even collapse, coma.

"Ordinary people can only insist on one hour. The rainy month, the girl, actually resisted the torture of me for nearly ten hours. I don't know how long you can persist."

Lin Tong licked his lower lip, and the thorny iron whip in his hand screamed toward Zhao Feng.

啪啪啪——

The iron whip was drawn on the body, bringing a flesh and blood, cruel and painful. Ordinary people, can withstand a moment, is already a must.

How long can it last, and it is related to the will of the individual.

of course.

The spiritual strength of Lin Tong is not unlimited. If one's will can be strong and infinite, tired can also exhaust Lin Tong.

However, the person who cultivates the mysterious technique, the spiritual will, is much stronger than the average person. Especially the strong spiritual source, the energy is far better than the same level.

at this time.

Zhao Feng was trapped in the black iron prison and suffered the endless torture of Lin Tong.

First, the iron whip, then all kinds of other weapons, all kinds of torture, beyond people's imagination.

"Chen Yuyue, a female stream, in this case, it is unimaginable to insist on ten hours. It is no wonder that she can breed the seeds of the sword."

Zhao Feng thus associates with the terribleness of the rainy month.

Under normal circumstances, even if it is a seven-day, its consciousness can be in this space, insisting on an hour, is already the limit.

In the prison formed by this mysterious technique, one hour is in the outside world, just a blink of an eye.

Therefore, Lin Tong’s opponents are all killed by “one eye”.

I am not immersed in the situation and cannot understand the pain and taste.

"Your spiritual source is stronger than you think, and it is not too hard to withstand such a fierce attack."

Lin Tong floated in the abyss.

"Oh, continue."

Zhao Feng’s mouth twitched with a touch of coldness, and the blue left eyelids quietly stared at this strange environmental prison.

"Well, I see how long you can hold on."

Lin Tong’s attack intensity has increased dramatically.

All kinds of weapons, knives, swords, sticks, flames, hail, shrouded Zhao Feng in the black iron prison.

Zhao Feng faceless, hard to resist all attacks.

He understands that these attacks have no damage to the body in reality.

All of this is the essence of "spiritual illusion". It is the spiritual consciousness of human beings that suffers from weakening and hurting.

however.

Zhao Feng’s spiritual source is so powerful.

In the left eye space, the cyan abyss continues to rotate and the color is getting deeper and deeper.

The wind and the battle platform.

Zhao Feng and Lin Tong are far away.

The sky in Lintong is like a deep abyss, with a red dot in it, which keeps spinning.

Zhao Feng's left eyelids, flowing sharp and sharp, are still sharp and bright.

One breath... two breaths... three breaths...

The passage of time is obviously a very short time, but it seems very slow.

After four or five breaths, Lin Tong oozing cold sweat on his forehead, his hands clenched and his body was struggling.

One of the ancient temples.

"It has been such a long time, hasn't solved this kid yet?"

"The situation is not good for Lintong. This kid named Zhao is really evil. The spiritual source is unfathomable. So far, it seems that he has not suffered much."

The ancient hall is high-rise, with a dignified face.

Often, Lin Tong has to beat an opponent and only need one breath.

The current situation is extremely strange.

Zhao Feng stands in the same place, with a smile on his lips and a blue-haired dance. It seems to be very easy.

Dark space.

"How can this be……"

Lin Tong was shocked and looked at Zhao Feng in the black iron prison.

He completely "tortured" Zhao Feng for several hours. The other side was like a deep sea, and all the attacks were unrestrained.

Lin Tong feels that his own mental illusion attack seems to be on the stone without life, and even some of it is absorbed by the other party.

Zhao Feng’s resistance to the mysterious technique is extremely powerful. The original fighting people, the spiritual consciousness invasion, were almost swallowed up.

Lin Tong's secret technique belongs to the category of spiritual illusion. It is not so invasive, the focus is on illusion, and prisoner.

At this time, Lin Tong’s consciousness was a little tired, and Zhao Feng was rejuvenated.

"Well, stop here. Your mental illusion, I feel almost the same."

In the eyes of Zhao Feng’s gods, the sharp blue light flashed sharply, as if there were invisible blades and cut the void.

咔嚓

Lin Tong’s “Day of Heaven” created a spiritual phantom prison that collapsed instantly.

The wind and the battle platform.

call

Lin Tong gasped slightly and his spirit was slightly exhausted.

Zhao Feng is full of spirit and his left eye is extremely sharp.

"This...how is it possible... almost immune to my mystery."

Lin Tong was full of horror and incoherent.

After self-cultivation into "Day of Heaven", he has always been unfavorable. Like Zhao Feng, the freak that can almost attack the mysterious attack is still the first encounter.

"Oh, it’s my turn to take it."

Zhao Feng smiled lightly, his eyes were blue and his eyes were deep and innocent, like a small abyss, spinning fast.

唰

Lin Tong’s heart was shaken and dragged by a sturdy spiritual force.

The next brake.

Lin Tong stood in a cloudless sky, and the boundaries of space were boundless blue sky.

"How could this be my illusion, the magical means..."

Lin Tong exclaimed.

now.

The space he stood up was the space of spiritual power that Zhao Feng formed with the eyes of the gods.

"Yes, your ‘the heavenly secluded, secret technique, has been learned by me, and integrated into my esoteric power. Before you were tortured for nearly ten hours, the right to pay tuition.”

Zhao Feng smiled lightly.

When the voice falls, the blue sky flashes in the blue sky space, and the thunder is coming down from the sky.

Lin Tong wants to struggle, surrounded by a trace of blue electric chain, which binds him, is paralyzed, and is difficult to move.

"Breaking for me"

Lin Tong urged the mysterious technique and wanted to break through this blue sky.

However, Zhao Feng’s spiritual source is very powerful. Under the control of the “God Eyes”, this piece of Qingtian illusion is extremely strong and varied.

"How can you have such a high spiritual illusion?"

Lin Tong was bombarded with a thunder, and the whole body was black and incredulously looking toward Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng’s spiritual illusion is not a trivial matter before joining the league event.

This is related to his "fantasy fish map".

The magic fish picture, which belongs to the magical array of the array, is the same as the spiritual illusion.

Zhao Feng comprehended the deep fantasy fish map, which made him feel like a fish in the spirit of illusion.

It is for this reason that Zhao Feng can learn the secrets of Lin Tong’s secrets in a short period of time and integrate his own things.

"The blue sky illusion I created is controlled by the eyes of the gods. The magic power is stronger and harder to break through. It is more aggressive to integrate into the power of electricity, and see how long you can persist.

Zhao Feng smiled coldly.

Suddenly, this is a "spiritual illusion" war.

Zhao Feng later came to the fore, tied Lin Tong to the blue sky.

Rumble -

Black clouds and thunderstorms, violent storms, and the endless bombardment of Lintong.

After an hour.

Lin Tong’s spirit is scattered, there is no resistance, and consciousness is almost vague.

唰

The wind and the battle platform.

"thump"

Lin Tong was half-squatting on the ground, his body was cold and sweaty, his face was pale, weak and weak.