One hundred and eighty third chapter pressing every step of the way
At this moment, hazy silver light emitted from Li Donglai's eyes, and for a moment it seemed that people could see the full moon in the night.
Lost my mind.
Danger!!
Yan Qing wanted to move, but he found that he had lost control of his body and could only watch Li Donglai approach little by little, approaching in a calm and leisurely manner.
At this time, Li Donglai was very strong, very powerful.
It was not the strength of Qi and blood, nor the strength of cultivation realm, but the heart, mind, and spirit that completely overwhelmed Yan Qingmang.
Compared to mental techniques, compared to the method of watching killing with eyes, Li Donglai is the expert!
The Taiqing Shou Ren Sutra is extremely mysterious, and the double-pupil technique based on it can make even a first-level master of Yijin fall into the trap if he is caught off guard.
"You..." Yan Qingmang was shocked in his heart. He suddenly remembered many details that he had just ignored. He suddenly realized that Li Donglai had never been afraid of him from the beginning, nor was he frightened by his killing method with his eyes. He had just
Everything you do is pretending to be low-key, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to confuse yourself.
Damn it!
Holding the golden tripod of the sun tightly in his hand, Yan Qingmang seemed to be trapped in an illusion, as if he saw himself rolling and falling, falling into the boundless hell of flames and molten pulp.
Hallucination!
Everything is an illusion!
The muscles all over Yan Qingmang's body suddenly swelled, the blood vessels and tendons were beating, and waves of power were awakened from the body.
I admit that I underestimated you before.
However, such mistakes will never happen again.
A little mental illusion is not worth mentioning. With my steel and iron bones, even if I stand and let you kill me, can you kill me? I'm afraid the little blood coagulation realm ants can't even pierce my skin.
Bar.
Strong evil thoughts and murderous intentions surged in Yan Qingmang's heart, and her hatred for Li Donglai reached its peak.
In the spiritual world, he was still falling towards the huge and deep volcano, and he could faintly see bones surging in the magma sea, as well as shrill howls.
However, Yan Qingmang's cultivation level has made him keenly aware that this real illusion has become weaker and weaker.
The mental "membrane" that traps his consciousness has become thinner and thinner. As long as he takes a few breaths, he will be able to break through this illusion and return to reality. By then, he must crush the boy from the Li family to ashes.
Only by moving every inch can you vent the hatred in your heart!
At the same time, he had another thought in his mind. There were many other Yanshan thieves who followed him into the house. Maybe by the time he broke through Li Donglai's witchcraft, that kid would have been killed.
This judgment made Yan Qingmang feel a little regretful, but it was the greatest possibility.
No matter how many tricks Li Donglai has, he is still in the blood coagulation realm. In the entire continent, no matter how many tricks you have, you will only end up defeated in the face of absolute strength. This is recognized by everyone.
Li Donglai's own lack of strength determined that in the face of the general trend, he had no choice but to bow his head and be crushed.
Yan Qingmang seemed to have smelled the smell of sulfur coming from the underground volcano in his nose, and could even clearly see countless white bone claws grabbing at him.
However, just when his consciousness was about to sink into the deepest hell, a force suddenly burst out from his body.
The bloodline is open!
Innate bloodline magical power, Ye Luan!
Speed bonus, mental power bonus, defense bonus, so...
Go to hell!
Fiery red energy and blood, like a melting furnace, surged out of Yan Qingmang's body, shattering and breaking all unfavorable mental interference in an instant.
To activate the power of bloodline is to activate the magical power of ancestors' spirits.
This is not only a bloodline inheritance, but also one of the strongest powers of a cultivator.
Cultivators with strong bloodline can possess various magical additional abilities and strength bonuses, and their strength far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators.
Li Donglai, no matter how many tricks you try, what can you do to me?
Ye Luan is the fastest spiritual bird with extremely strong defense and strong mental power. Therefore, after opening the Ye Luan bloodline, no one in this Li Mansion can be my opponent.
With a cruel smile on Yan Qingmang's face, she slowly opened her eyes.
He wanted to see the stunned look on Li Donglai's face, and he wanted to torture Li Donglai to death bit by bit with his own hands!
However, when Yan Qing opened his eyes and saw clearly the situation in front of him, his confident and proud sneer suddenly froze.
A picture that was absolutely unimaginable appeared in front of Yan Qingmang.
In Li Donglai's bedroom, all the Yanshan thieves who entered,
Total destruction.
The corpses on the ground looked as if they had been trampled by giant beasts. Their bodies were twisted unnaturally and looked extremely horrifying.
But the most terrifying thing was Li Donglai's expression.
Calm, so calm that it was almost as if a child had done something trivial. He still had that pure, extremely calm expression, and even had a quiet smile on the corner of his mouth.
This smile, in this suddenly quiet room, seemed indescribably permeating.
Yan Qingmang suddenly discovered that he had developed a trace of fear towards him from some unknown time.
Although he didn't want to admit it, this feeling was like a thorn, pricking Yan Qingmang's heart with pain, and even his fingers trembled slightly unconsciously.