Facing the overwhelming resentment, Qing Ling felt extremely uncomfortable, and even the Dragon Sword in his hand was shaking violently.
The natal magic weapon has a certain spirituality and can convey a certain message to its owner. The meaning of the Dragon Sword is clearly that of fear, as if it will turn into a ball of scrap metal as long as it is touched by the mist of resentment.
Zhao Xuanyi didn't know where he learned these insidious techniques. Logically speaking, there were no records in Shu Mountain. However, he used them without hesitation at this time. It was obvious that he had grasped Lin Mingyuan's seven inches.
All the sword cultivator's strength lies in one sword. If Lin Mingyuan uses the purple sword to fight against the enemy, he will undoubtedly be corroded by resentment. But fighting Zhao Xuanyi with bare hands, the sword cultivator has no chance of winning.
Zhao Xuanyi seemed to have seen the next moment Lin Mingyuan's blood splattered on the spot.
"Don't worry, little devil. After I subdue you, I will refine you into a flesh and blood puppet and become my demon puppet. You will match your father, hahaha!"
His eyes were full of darkness, he stopped talking nonsense and rushed towards Lin Mingyuan.
The water mist condensed on Zhao Xuanyi's palm, and it grabbed Lin Mingyuan's head straight. For a time, the sound of resentment and the sound of water mist could be heard in the air. The entire rocky hill was darkened, and it seemed that it was
Swallowed by demonic energy.
Zhao Xuanyi's fist was covered with endless resentment, and he roared towards Lin Mingyuan. This fist wind carried a devastating momentum. Although there was no routine, it was the natural enemy of all swordsmen!
If you block it, the flying sword will be destroyed!
If you don't stop it, you will die!
Even Qing Ling on the side was helpless. The Wandering Dragon Sword in her hand was frightened and she even disobeyed its master's instructions. She was obviously very afraid of Zhao Xuanyi's claws.
Lin Mingyuan still stood in front of Qing Ling, without even retreating. He just raised his right hand, as if to intercept it with his physical body.
When Zhao Xuan saw this, he laughed wildly in his heart. This kid really doesn't know what's good and what's good. If he used the flying sword as a carrier to defend himself, he could still survive for a while. But now he resists with his body. By then, he will be swallowed up by boundless resentment and turn into a corpse.
The Walking Dead!
"court death!"
Zhao Xuanyi did not shy away and punched Lin Mingyuan directly. The endless resentment carried by the punch made his smile look even more charming.
His punch was caught, and Lin Mingyuan stopped him with his right palm, preventing him from taking another half step forward. However, there was no surprise on Zhao Xuanyi's face, instead he showed an expression of success.
"I'm waiting for you!"
His right hand did not break free, but instead unleashed the resentment in his fist and poured it fiercely into Lin Mingyuan's body. The resentment of those monks who died tragically seemed to have found an outlet, rushing up and pouring along Lin Mingyuan's arm.
The next moment, a black line appeared on Lin Mingyuan's arm.
The black thread seemed to be alive. After entering the body, it was like a fish in water. It rushed rapidly along the meridians towards the sea of consciousness, and it was impossible to stop it.
When Zhao Xuan saw that the trick was successful, his smile became more and more crazier. He grabbed Lin Mingyuan's arm tightly and urged the demonic energy throughout his body to be injected into it.
The black line became even more unscrupulous under the blessing of the demonic energy, instantly spreading to Lin Mingyuan's neck, then to his cheeks, ears, and forehead.
After just a few seconds, it had already invaded the sea of consciousness!
"Lin Mingyuan!"
Upon seeing this, Qing Ling was about to step forward, but was stopped by Lin Mingyuan.
"Don't come here! You can't resist this evil spirit!"
"ah!!"
Her body stopped and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. This was the first time she cried in front of others. Qing Ling hated her lack of cultivation and her own powerlessness.
"Bitch, stay here for a while, I'll deal with you later!"
Zhao Xuan released a wisp of demonic energy to separate Qing Ling. Apparently, he had no time to pay attention to her for the time being, and all his thoughts were eroding Lin Mingyuan's body.
A strong tearing feeling came in the sea of consciousness. The invading resentments were like countless ants. In Hoarse Lin Mingyuan's sea of consciousness, the power of his own consciousness encountered the resentment and was instantly infected, and then was swallowed up and became theirs.
nourishment.
Lin Mingyuan's eyes and nose had blood overflowing, which was obviously the result of damage to his consciousness, and his whole body was shrouded in black mist.
The sea of consciousness seemed to be reduced to a battlefield, even more brutal than the fighting in the beast tide.
Lin Mingyuan's consciousness tried hard to resist those demonic resentments, but he was still losing ground. Most of his consciousness was occupied by the resentment. As long as the remaining power of his consciousness was completely devoured, he would become a walking corpse and only obey Zhao Xuan.
With one command, the demon puppet completely disappeared from the world.
"You can't run away!"
When Zhao Xuan saw this, he once again grabbed Lin Mingyuan's arm with all his strength, for fear that he would escape.
As long as the erosion continues, it won't be long before Lin Mingyuan will completely sink and become his own dog. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh crazily and his whole body was twitching.
It's not clear from the outside. Only Lin Mingyuan knows how critical it is at this moment.
All spiritual consciousness is surrounded in the corners of the sea of consciousness. Anyone who is tainted with resentment will be assimilated and swallowed up. The overwhelming resentment has even affected Lin Mingyuan's mind. His eyes are gradually shrouded in black energy, and the whites of his eyes are getting fewer and fewer.
"If you don't come out, it will be too late!"
Lin Mingyuan finally couldn't withstand the pressure and shouted in the sea of consciousness.
Sure enough, after he sent the message, a helpless voice came from the depths of the sea of consciousness, with a little laziness and disgust.