Psychics don't die from gunfire

In a sense, "Spiritual Consciousness" is a kind of extraordinary organ of [Consensus] psychics.

They can use it to go deep into the hearts of others, read memories, tamper with thoughts, play with cognition, or show it to the outside, affect matter, interfere with laws, and change "reality" with their own "heart".

Although Wu Bin is not a [Consensus] who specializes in "telekinesis", as a third-ring peak, there is a limit to this aspect. As long as he wants, a thought can pull up a building tens of meters high.

With the arrival of the majestic spiritual consciousness, the heavy pressure that is enough to easily crush steel tightly wrapped the young man.

——It is not just a simple, physical pressure.

"Spiritual Consciousness" also has some more bizarre properties. According to the usual saying of Donglu, this is to lock Song Shi's aura, ensuring that he cannot break free from the shackles of "Spiritual Consciousness" by brute force alone.

Then.

Wu Bin's gun tip lit up.

It was a crystal, dark golden light.

Just looking at this little light, he felt his pupils hurt and his hair stood up.

After manifesting this "Dharma-image", Wu Bin has greatly improved his strength, defense and speed. Because the "Dharma-image" is essentially a spiritual body or energy body, the conventional damage he receives is greatly reduced.

If he were on the battlefield, Wu Bin would dare to face those war-level giants that are tens of meters high and not lose.

This is a psychic at the peak of the third ring, the highest extraordinary combat power allowed by conventional warfare, literally breaking the army alone and suppressing a city alone.

But he is ultimately a [consensus] rather than a [transcendence].

The attack of the "Dharma-image" cannot penetrate the infinite flames or the opponent's defense.

——So this shot is aimed at the "mind"!

The dark golden light suddenly bloomed, and in the eyes of all onlookers, a golden light penetrated the atmosphere and pierced the young man in front with a posture that shocked the mind.

"Both courage and strategy are complete, and the accomplishments are not bad, and he lives up to his status of the fourth heaven."

At this moment, a voice of praise sounded.

Accompanied by the sound of cracks spreading and glass breaking.

That was the result of the divine consciousness used to bind, which was overwhelmed.

In Song Shi's palm, a fire was extinguished, and the red-gold ripples, in the shape of a spherical infiltration, began to expand and expand violently, forcibly stretching out the surrounding divine consciousness as if it had substance.

[Flint] and [Scorched Earth], driven by a fire, erupted with terrifying power.

One suppressed the divine consciousness, and the other broke the divine consciousness.

Then, the red-gold ripples changed color and turned into a pitch-black disaster flame, which collided head-on with the flying spear.

Then the disaster flame was pierced!

This kind of disaster flame that simply spread out the field could not stop Wu Bin's long-accumulated spear at all.

It could only delay for a moment.

But a moment was enough.

The restraint of the spiritual consciousness was broken free. Facing the long spear that broke through the air, Song Shi raised Chongshi steadily. Under the destructive power of [Bad Tribulation], his five fingers burst inch by inch, and strands of boiling [Burning Blood] flowed out rapidly, rushing towards Chongshi, making it burn more fiercely.

The boiling red gold cut through the sky!

"It's a bit interesting, but it's not interesting enough."

The flame fell.

The long spear collided with Chongshi, and the condensed golden light shattered and scattered bit by bit, and it could never go an inch further. The blade of Chongshi was also shattered, turning into a large number of sparks.

"Such a shot failed to achieve success!"

The battle situation changed in a thousand ways. Only in this brief moment of stalemate did the onlookers of Wuzong have the opportunity to quickly talk to each other.

"With Wu Bin's spiritual power! Actually--"

- When the spear head completely collapsed and the spear shaft burst inch by inch, the strange omen was born. In the gun barrel that was about to fall apart and completely disintegrate, dazzling golden light burst out from the gap.

It was the same golden light as the gun head a moment ago.

The long spear is part of the "Dharma Appearance", not a real substance, and has always been just a manifestation of will.

It does not need to follow a reasonable physical structure.

Wu Bin's five fingers twisted fiercely, grinding the gun barrel, grasping the dazzling golden light, and when Chong Shi had no time to take care of it, he shouted and continued to stab forward!

A gun hidden in a gun.

This is his real killer move!

Then.

Not thick, not slender, just five well-proportioned fingers were raised up to block the front of this golden light.

The air was silent for a moment, and then the black flames rolled wildly, the air waves rushed, and a huge hole was created in the sky.

The strong roar came late, resounding for a long time before fading away.

"Hmm"

Song Shi looked at the golden light embedded in his palm, and closed his eyes again, as if he was carefully evaluating something. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes again and nodded slightly.

"My shot. Can't do anything to you?" Wu Bin exhaled deeply: "Is it because of the 'strength'?"

"Almost. If you want to hide this shot from your opponent and conceal the fact that you were shot, it is destined that its strength cannot be too high. But for stronger moves, you can't find a suitable opportunity to use it, so it can only be a helpless move."

Song Shi said lazily: "That's why I said, it's a bit interesting, but it's not enough."

Helpless move

Wu Bin's heart skipped a beat.

This shot is not strong enough, but that is also compared with his full strength. In terms of killing power, he is confident that he can shatter the mind of an ordinary third-ring psychic.

He can clearly feel that after taking this shot, the young man in front of him is not unscathed, but it is far from being seriously injured.

"Huh"

Wu Bin took another deep breath, and without making any movements, the ten-meter warrior slowly dissipated, turned into light and disappeared, returning to the original man's appearance.

"I admit defeat."

Song Shi was not surprised.

Strictly speaking, until this moment, the opponent still had the strength to fight, and even the state was not bad - to make the former fourth-level and third-ring peak opponents of this level of soul shattered, even if he had to spend a little effort.

But it's meaningless.

"My shot can't do anything to you. If I shoot again, it will just delay time." Wu Bin stretched out his hand to signal: "Go down and talk?"

"Okay, but I have something to say now." Song Shi's mind moved slightly, and he retracted the sea of ​​flames like a burning cloud: "Just by the way."

Wu Bin was a little strange, but nodded immediately: "Please go ahead."

"One after another, I'm a little tired."

Song Shi's voice was not loud, but there was no ordinary person present, and the former's indifferent tone could be clearly heard even at a distance of a thousand meters.

"Don't call me what you are. You are restrained, and it is difficult for me to let go."

"Listen carefully - then go tell everyone that the patrol inspection is temporarily offline, and Nan Dou is here now."

The young man's eyes were blazing, and he stood with his hands behind his back.

"I will break all the twelve levels of Wuzong."