Yanru Divine Monk trembled all over and groaned, his face instantly turned pale, and a trace of blood slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth.
Zhong Wen's soul stab obviously made him feel very uncomfortable.
"...Ananda, you should know that these ten kinds of demons will be in my Dharma in the last days..."
But to Zhong Wen's surprise, Yanru Divine Monk did not stop reciting under his mental attack, and continued to recite the scriptures tirelessly, exerting wave after wave of mental pressure on him.
"Huh?"
Zhong Wen's eyes condensed, and his two pupils emitted red and green light respectively. He looked up and down at the famous and handsome monk in front of him, and couldn't help blurting out, "What a strong spiritual power!"
Through the Liuyang True Pupil, one can see that the soul color of the second-ranked Yanru Divine Monk among the four great monks is an extremely rare golden yellow, and his soul power is far stronger than the other three around him.
The famous generals, even compared with Luo Qingfeng and Han Baodiao, who are ranked in the top ten in general reviews, are even worse.
It turns out that the Yanru Divine Monk has been gifted with extraordinary talents since he was a child. He looks soft and frail on the outside, but his mental strength is different from ordinary people.
When he was seven years old, he was inadvertently separated from his family and lost his way in the mountains. He encountered a tiger coming out of its cave to look for food.
At the critical moment, he, a little child, not only showed no fear in the face of danger, but instead stared angrily at the tiger with his eyes wide open, with a strange golden light emitting from his eyes. He actually relied on his strong mental power to push back the beast in front of him, and escaped from the tiger's mouth.
It's a coincidence that this magical scene happened to be seen by Master Fenkong who was passing by. He was amazed by the child's extraordinary spiritual talent and developed a love for talents. He took him back to the Randen Ancient Temple and carefully cultivated him, and this is how he became what he is today.
The world-famous Yanru Divine Monk.
Being able to still maintain combat effectiveness under Zhong Wen's soul stab shows that his mental strength has reached an incredible level.
However, he happened to meet Zhong Wen, a freak who had mastered the Smile Heart Sutra and absorbed thousands of souls.
"There is nothing that can't be solved with one soul stab. If there is, then use another one."
Zhong Wen grinned and said two words again, "Soul Thorn!"
"puff!"
Yanru Divine Monk's face became paler, and a blood arrow shot out from his mouth. The aura on his body instantly weakened a lot, but his bright eyes still radiated a determined light.
"...all living beings are obsessed and do not think about themselves. When encountering this cause and condition, they are confused and do not realize it..."
He was still chanting words, and even though he was seriously injured, he still didn't stop chanting.
Through the Six-Yang True Pupil, Zhong Wen could even see that although his soul power had been weakened a lot, its color had become more brilliant, emitting a breathtaking and dazzling golden light.
"interesting."
A strange color flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and the aunt's smile on his face became more and more brilliant, "This soul power is really extraordinary. If you put it on a weakling like you, it would be a waste of resources. Why don't you give it to me!"
As he spoke, the light patterns on his body suddenly changed.
Daoyun Golden Body, the second Daoyun!
The expression of Yanru Divine Monk changed drastically, and an incredible look appeared on his face.
If his previous mental attacks on Zhong Wen were just useless, then at this moment, he actually noticed the light patterns on Zhong Wen's body and was frantically absorbing the soul power he had released.
not good!
Yan Ru's heart was shaken, and he stopped chanting in a panic, trying to cut off the spiritual connection with Zhong Wen.
"Want to run?"
Unexpectedly, Zhong Wen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a smile, "It's already too late!"
A mysterious and violent aura surged out from his body, like a pair of invisible big hands, grabbing the mental power of Yanru Divine Monk, without giving him the slightest chance to evacuate.
The all-absorbing attribute of the Six Yuan Divine Art was brought into full play by Zhong Wen at this moment.
With the cooperation of the second rhyme and the Six Yuan Divine Art, the Yanru Divine Monk felt as if a hole had been forcibly carved out of his brain by an invisible force, and his mental power was pouring out like a flood that had burst the embankment.
He came out and rushed towards the direction of Zhong Wen.
If this momentum continues, I'm afraid that within a few dozen breaths, he will be completely exhausted and become a fool if he doesn't survive.
But even though he was aware of the seriousness of the problem, the Yanru Divine Monk could not escape at this time. He could only watch Zhong Wen continue to absorb his spiritual power, but there was nothing he could do about it. His handsome face became paler and paler, and he almost looked like a man.
Not a trace of blood was seen.
At this moment, another god general on the "Yam Luo Temple" side, Rakshasa Walker, suddenly moved.
"Rakshasa Ghost Seal!"
He just heard a soft drink from his mouth, and as fast as lightning, he jumped behind Zhong Wen in an instant, raised his right arm high, and slapped him hard on the vest.
"boom!"
With a crisp sound, his palm was firmly printed on Zhong Wen's back.
Although the power of this palm was fierce, it fell on Dao Yun, but it was like a mud cow falling into the sea, unable to stir up any waves.
But if you look closely, you can find a shallow diamond-shaped mark on Zhong Wen's back, with a strange black aura faintly exuding from it.
"I'm beating up your enemy."
Zhong Wen looked at him sideways and said slowly, "You actually want to stop me?"
"Bald Donkey, let's work together to kill this kid first!"
The Rakshasa Walker ignored him. Instead, he turned to the two great monks Yan Ru and Yan Xing and shouted, "You and I will decide the winner later!"
"good!"
The Yanru Divine Monk was already too weak to speak, but the Yanxing Divine Monk endured his injuries and responded very simply. He decisively took out a flaming spear with his right hand, and with the scorching breath that destroyed the world, he aimed at it.
Zhong Wen struck hard, "Yehuo Divine Spear!"
Being able to make the stubborn Yan Xing make such changes shows what kind of threat Zhong Wen is in the eyes of these people.
"Lion Cannon!"
The man holding the staff has also jumped out of the sea. The lion-headed staff in his hand is pointed directly at Zhong Wen. A dazzling light spurts out from the lion's mouth, like the ultimate holy light, creating an indescribable splendid trace in the air.
Just as the two masters launched their attacks together, the figure of the Rakshasa Walker "swiftly" disappeared from the place, and he went to no one knows where.
"Why bother?"
Zhong Wen still stood there, motionless, and just smiled lightly and said, "Everything you have done is in vain. Even if you do it a hundred times, the result will not change."
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Before he finished speaking, a loud sound came from the left and right sides.
I saw that the Flame God Monk's Karma Fire Spear was deflected inexplicably for some reason, and it stabbed the staff-wielding walker in the lower abdomen without any deviation, causing his skin to burst open and the smell of burnt flesh to fill out.
The long-charged Lion King Cannon of the Stick Walker also changed its trajectory completely, completely deviating from Zhong Wen's position, and hit the Flaming Divine Monk hard on the chest, blasting a hole as big as a bowl on his body.
Hole.
Seriously injured, the two masters were like frightened birds, falling helplessly downwards. The expressions on their faces were so wonderful that it was impossible to describe them in words.
"Rakshasa Ghost Seal!"
Just as the two of them fell into the sea, Rakshasa Walker appeared in front of Zhong Wen without anyone noticing, his palm filled with black light, and he struck hard towards his heart.
Something's wrong!
He could clearly attack from behind, so why did he choose to attack from the front?
Staring at the black light in the palm of the Rakshasa Walker, Zhong Wen suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. He faintly sensed that something was abnormal, and subconsciously turned slightly sideways to avoid the vital parts of his heart.
"boom!"
The momentum of Rakshasa Walker's palm continued unabated, and it hit Zhong Wen's left shoulder hard. It still only left a faint diamond-shaped mark and did not cause much damage to him.
However, when the second mark appeared, a sudden change occurred.
I saw the two marks on the front and back suddenly shining together, emitting a dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, a strange black light suddenly connected the two marks in series. Wherever the light passed, everything turned into nothingness. Even Zhong Wen's strong body protected by Tao Yun was completely penetrated, and bright red blood spattered instantly.
Shoot in all directions.
This is...the power of rules!
Zhong Wen's expression changed slightly. He never expected that the Rakshasa Walker, who didn't seem to have outstanding strength, could actually master such terrifying spiritual skills that can utilize the power of rules.
Fortunately, the vital point was avoided, otherwise...
When he thought about what would have happened if he had let this blow hit his heart, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heartbeat speeded up unconsciously.
Seeing that he had avoided the vital point, the Rakshasa Walker did not linger, spread out his body skills again, and retreated dexterously.
"Why rush to leave?"
A cold light flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he said with a playful smile, "This trick of yours is very interesting, can you let me see it again?"
Before he finished speaking, a mysterious and mysterious aura spread from his body, and soon enveloped the Rakshasa Walker.
Rakshasa Walker's body froze, and the eyes he looked at Zhong Wen were suddenly filled with deep disgust and hatred. He felt anger rising in his heart, and hatred rising in his guts. He instinctively swung his fist upwards, aiming at his face.
He smashed it hard, and his emotions were completely beyond the control of reason.
"boom!"
Zhong Wen raised his right arm like lightning, and with quick eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed the oncoming fist, and then he let out a sinister laugh and exerted slight force with his five fingers.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly echoed in all directions.
"ah!!!"
What followed closely was the shrill scream of the Rakshasa Walker.