Everyone can see that Meng Yan has regained his mobility, and this has nothing to do with Dugu Xiaotian. In other words, this young man is really weird, and he actually released Dugu Xiaotian's mental imprisonment by his own strength.
"oh……"
Dugu Xiaotian glanced sideways at Meng Yan. He had no ill feelings toward this young man. On the contrary, he admired him a little. But because of conflicts with the Ye family, he conveniently used him to operate on him to put pressure on the Ye family. Originally,
A little apologetic...
But at this moment, the old man really felt something strange about the young man. The mental restraint he had imposed was still in effect and had not been loosened at all. Due to emotions and reasons, this boy should not be able to move a finger, but he stood there with a smile on his face.
In front of him, he looked provocative.
"What a pity, Nao Xia... No, grandpa, I originally thought we could be friends, but now it seems there is no hope. Alas, I don't know the Ye family very well..."
Meng Yan spoke lightly, and Dugu Xiaotian's face became increasingly uglier. While he was saying this, he controlled his mental imprisonment and added several layers of oppression to the young man, but he acted as if nothing was wrong.
Unconsciously, this changed the old man's attitude from taking him seriously to feeling like he was facing a formidable enemy. He didn't care about any family negotiations and just stared at Meng Yan, trying to see through the young man.
"I can't believe that after traveling to all corners of the world, here I meet someone who is my rival. You are not even a Holy King. How can you develop such power?"
"Ha, someone just seemed to say that there is more than one way to be strong. There are thousands of schools in the world. Who said that someone who is not a Holy King cannot have strong spiritual power."
"...It's really weird. Your spiritual consciousness is not strong...I can easily tear your soul apart. With such a huge pressure, you should be in tremendous pain."
The light in Dugu Xiao's heavenly eyes was bright, as if he could see through the soul. He wanted to see through Meng Yan, but all he could see was his relaxed smile.
"Really? You always like to think that I can't control it, but the reality is that it can't be solved by simple delusions. Do you think I'm in pain now? If you really think that my soul can be easily
It can be torn. Why not try it?"
Meng Yan sneered and said: "Before this, there were many people who felt the same as you, including the Moon God Castle who is good at using the spirit to create illusions. They all thought they could crush me to death casually, and they all died in the end...
"
The understatement of his words, coupled with his unpredictable abilities, indeed created an inexplicable power that no one could see through. But when Meng Yan said this, a roar from the depths of his consciousness rang in his ears.
‘Don’t be so fucking generous to others! It’s not you who’s in pain, but you’re letting him increase the pressure casually. Do you know that it’s really painful!’
What was roaring in his head was the real Meng Yan, who was subjected to multiple mental restraints by Dugu Xiaotian. His soul was under heavy pressure, in excruciating pain, and was so angry that he jumped.
The strategy proposed by Wu Chou is actually very simple. It is to ask Meng Yan to promise to increase a small amount of authority, and Wu Chou will take over the control of the body. In this way, Wu Chou can actually control the body's current. It is Wu Chou who stimulates the nerves and controls the physical movements.
Ugly, no matter how Dugu Xiaotian supercharges his soul, it is useless.
If Meng Yan really had strong mental power and could compete head-on with Dugu Xiaotian, the old man wouldn't have to worry too much, but he couldn't sense anything. He obviously had the opponent's condition under control, but he couldn't control it when he really did it.
The old man was frightened by the feeling of being trapped in a fog.
Suddenly. Meng Yan's flashing hands, grabbing anyone before anyone reacted, slapped the old man, as soon as lightning, this is extremely insulted, and it was about to be in the middle. Suddenly, Meng Yan had a potential.
Then, then
"Ignorant, do you think that the old man is paralyzed, will he have no self -defense? What the old man will know is not just mental power!"
The palm of the cricket is like hitting a very thick steel plate, and there is no movement, and there is a strong energy. It is ready to go out.
Meng Yan took a closer look and retreat, and then leaned back to the missile. It just avoided the power of the burst. The sweeping energy turned into a shock wave.
The power of the upper contains a trace of spiritual power, forming a compound attack.
There are a lot of masters who can simply carry one of these two, but if they are intertwined, few people can bear it. The shock wave swept out.
You have to turn it out and roll away.
Even if those who have been repaired are high and bear, they are under the mental impact. They hug their heads and kneel down, tears and snot flow, and even the ancient books are too close.
After two steps, the face changed suddenly.
In terms of effect, this is indeed a powerful power that sweeps the thousands of troops, but among everyone, Meng Yan is also the most special one.
Shake left and right, like a loach that moves in the air in the air, wandering all the shock waves and unloading.
A round of energy, wonderful and unpredictable, there are hidden people in the distance, seemingly surprised by the source of this body, Meng Yan turned a deaf ear, and in the air, he fluttered towards the lonely and lonely sky.
The second round of attack, no depending on.
"Rest!"
A golden stick shadow broke the air and saw Meng Yan's shot again. Dugang Begonia did not sit back and intercepted the stick.
A stick, but a wave of sticks, the stick rain.
The gold stick that can't be seen clearly, anxious, fast, and chaotic, even if the sky is falling, each stick can crush a drop of rain, and there is no leakage. This is a fast and fierce stick.
Jian, the viewer is unwilling, but it is such a houton, but it is still impossible for Meng Yan.
I saw Meng Yan's body like fluttering, and he couldn't help it. He shuttled in the stick and shadow, and came and went freely. Suddenly, he was on the left.
When he was about to avoid it, he avoided himself lightly, like a fish in a stick in the sea of sticks.
This is the strength of stick technique and body. A round of fighting, seeing the people nearby are dazzling. If you do n’t see it with your own eyes, you must not believe that there is such a stick method in the world.
Kung Fu practice to this level, this strange and esoteric magic method, is it ...
"... Yunzheng Guzong!" Dugu Xiaotian stared at Meng Yan tightly, and sighed this ancient name.
It's ... "
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