This is Xu Feng's only mental attack skill. The original skill level was not high, but after being integrated into the "Eternal Tribulation Devouring Technique", the skill effect increases with the level of calamity. It has been transformed from the original three transparent heart swords.
, it has transformed into the three black gold heart swords it is now, and its power is no longer weaker than any avenue-level spiritual attack skills.
Swish swish swish~
The three black gold heart swords flew out of the spiritual fortress and continued to cut towards the newly condensed transparent giant palm. Soon the giant palm was cut into pieces. With the three black gold heart swords, the spiritual giant in Xu Feng's sea of consciousness
As soon as the palm was condensed and formed, it was immediately chopped into pieces by the Xuanjin Heart Sword. After repeating this nine times in a row, the spiritual seeds that Monk Hai Jie shot into Xu Feng's sea of consciousness were exhausted!
Xu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cautious expression on his face. He stared at Monk Haijie three meters away, took a breath and sighed in a low voice: "It's amazing, this palm of the master almost made me lose consciousness.
Broken to pieces, irreparable!"
Regardless of whether you are a mortal or a monk, once the sea of consciousness collapses, your self-awareness will also be annihilated. No matter how strong your body is, it is just a vegetative person that cannot move and can be slaughtered by others. Moreover, if your spiritual consciousness is damaged, even reincarnation will be affected.
, if you are lucky, you will become a fool, if you are unlucky, you will not even be able to reincarnate;
This test of Monk Hai Jie did not explain in advance that it was mental harm, but it was indeed a bit insidious;
"The donor doesn't know something!" Monk Haijie felt a hint of murderous intent from Xu Feng, and quickly explained: "If the donor wants to seize the buds of the Hongmeng tree, he must go to the Sea of Dead Souls. You must know that dead souls
The sea is filled with the ghostly atmosphere, which is extremely vicious. Once it is contaminated with even a trace, it will corrode the sea of consciousness and pollute the spirit. If there is no means of guarding against spiritual attacks, let alone fighting for the buds of the Hongmeng tree, even entering the Sea of Dead Souls will be impossible.
thing!"
Xu Feng was startled. There was no information like this in the information he obtained from the Secret Breath Tower. The description of the Sea of Dead Souls was only briefly mentioned, saying that it was very dangerous and that the sea was full of dead souls. Once he fell into the sea, he would be killed.
Being dragged to the bottom of the sea by the ghost...
After pondering for a moment, Xu Feng nodded. He didn't believe that Hai Jie would tell such a lie that could be easily exposed. However, Xu Feng still felt a little unhappy after being tricked by the other party;
"Master Haijie, have I passed your test now?" Xu Feng said with a smile on his face.
Hai Jie nodded and said: "The donor's strength is extraordinary, so he passed. The donor's talismans are extraordinary, but the eight-door golden lock black gold formation alone is still unable to withstand the attack of the poor monk. The donor must have other ways to resist the mental attack.
The poor monk admires his methods, admires him!"
"Okay!" Xu Feng nodded and said, "Master tested me and slapped me. Of course I had nothing to say. But as a monk of Dhammakaya Temple, Master naturally doesn't take advantage of me. I wonder if Master is willing to accept my slap."
Strike to show fairness?"
He was slapped by Hai Jie for no reason and was almost seriously injured. Even now, the spiritual fortress in the sea of consciousness is still in a semi-destroyed state. The entire castle is full of cracks, and repairing it is also a very troublesome thing.
Xu Feng was not willing to bear this boring loss in vain;
Hai Jie opened his mouth, pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "As the saying goes, every cause must have a result, retaliation for retaliation. Since I slapped the benefactor, it is natural for me to bear the benefactor's blow!"
"good!"
After Xu Feng said this, he waved his palm towards Hai Jie;
Xu Feng did not use any skills in this blow. He did not use the Cursing Technique, the Decomposition Technique or even the "Nine Hells Burning World Demon Suppression Sutra". It was just a casual blow from the first-grade imperial monk. However, this hit contained
Three Thousand Great Laws, and entangled with the power of calamity, ordinary monks would never be able to withstand Xu Feng's casual blow;
Hai Jie saw that Xu Feng just waved an ordinary palm, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. But the next moment, a touch of fear appeared in Hai Jie's eyes. In his opinion, Xu Feng's
This palm is like a giant palm that is completely condensed by black calamity power. At the same time, this giant palm is surrounded by three thousand laws of the great road, making this giant palm as frightening as the power of God and irresistible.
!
"Amitabha!" Hai Jie subconsciously recited a Buddha's name, and said with fear in his heart: "This, this is heaven's punishment!"
Bang~
Xu Feng's palm lightly touched Hai Jie's chest. The next moment, Hai Jie felt a surge of force, and wisps of calamity filled the air, drilling into his body along the pores. At the same time,
, his monk's robe was intact, but under the monk's robe, a black palm print that was deeply sunk into the flesh appeared inexplicably on his chest...
Buzz~
Behind Monk Haijie, a three-headed, six-armed and horse-faced Buddha appeared. Xu Feng's palm seemed ordinary, but it was a palm made by combining the power of tribulation and the power of three thousand laws. The power of tribulation is a contamination to the monks.
It is extremely poisonous, and the damage caused by the power of three thousand laws is almost impossible to eliminate if the opponent does not have the same power of laws.
With Xu Feng's palm shot, Monk Haijie knew that he could not resist, so he used the Horse-Faced Buddha King's Dharmakaya just to hurt him. The next moment, his body was covered with dark gold, as if the Horse-Faced Buddha King's Dharmakaya was made of gold.
A dark palm print also appeared. This palm print continued to radiate the calamity force outwards. The strands, like spider webs, stretched out in all directions. After a while, most of the body of the Horse-faced Buddha King's dharma body was covered by the calamity force.
Infection, once the dharma body of Monk Haijie is completely infected by the tribulation force, the dharma body will collapse, and the hundreds of thousands of years of hard work of Monk Haijie will be destroyed...
Thinking that his thousands of years of hard work would be ruined, monk Hai Jie felt an inexplicable feeling of hatred in his heart. The next moment, the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance surged into his heart. His eyes looking at Xu Feng were full of resentment and hatred.
Killing intent!
Xu Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took back his palm, and said with a smile: "Master slaps me, I slap you back, we are settled!"
In an instant, Monk Haijie felt Xu Feng's words were like a basin of cold water, poured from beginning to end. His whole body couldn't help but shiver, his eyes became clear again, and he was filled with fear;
"Amitabha!" Monk Haijie lowered his head and said with repentance in his heart: "Even if the Dharma body is destroyed, it can be recast. Thousands of years of practice are destroyed in one day, and it is nothing more than rebuilding. But once the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance corrode the brain, then
It’s true that he will never recover from eternal catastrophe, and will fall into the eternal hell without ever being reincarnated!”
Thinking of this, Monk Hai Jie dared to hate Xu Feng again. He quickly saluted Xu Feng and said, "Almsgiver, we have cleared our grievances. Please come into the city!"
Xu Feng nodded and walked towards Buddha Treasure City. Hai Jie saluted respectfully behind him. It was not until Xu Feng entered the city that Monk Hai Jie straightened up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and took out a handbag from his arms.
A firework...
Tsk~
A ray of fire rose from the ground and lingered in the sky for a long time. After a moment, several figures flew out from the Buddha City;
"Senior Brother Hai Jie, what happened? Why did you even send out the emergency rescue signal?" An old man with white hair and beard looked at Monk Hai Jie who was standing alone, and his face was filled with doubts;
The promotion rescue signal is a signal that can only be released when life is in danger in the Dhammakaya Temple. Once released, any disciple who practices Buddhism can sense it within a thousand miles. But now it seems that Hai Jie is standing here alone.
How could such a rescue signal be released when there is no danger around?
When Hai Jie saw the few people coming, a wry smile appeared on his face, he shook his head, and was about to explain, but suddenly he felt that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and his body slowly collapsed;