Chapter 206 Mind Control Dafa

Zhao Feng mobilized the power of his blood, and with the help of the shadow cloak, he blended into the night.

At this moment, he even merged into the profound meaning of electricity, exerting his speed to the limit, surpassing some transcendent sixth heavens.

Speed, concealment, and the left eye's control of the terrain, combined with the advantages of the three, Zhao Feng is confident enough to throw off a traumatized 7th Layer Heaven.

However, Zhao Feng found that no matter how he dodged and covered, the man in the hat behind him could catch up with incomparable accuracy.

He faintly realized that this must have something to do with the disgusting things on his body.

The skeleton frame, I don't know what insidious secret technique it has performed on him, and the lingering nausea made Zhao Feng feel helpless for the first time.

He is not proficient in the spiritual field, and it is obviously unrealistic to want to resolve the other party's secret techniques in a short time.

"It seems that escaping will not work..."

Zhao Feng did not lose his composure, and quickly analyzed the advantages of the enemy and ourselves.

As his thoughts flew around, Zhao Feng was pleasantly surprised to find that he had a great chance to counterattack and kill the Dou Liren.

First, the man in the hat was injured in the battle with the True Spirit Realm, and the consumption was not small.

Second, Zhao Feng himself has a strong resistance to spiritual attacks.

Third, the hat man should not be good at close combat.

Especially the third point, let Zhao Feng see great hope.

The hat man is good at mind control, which is an area he is good at, but he doesn't seem to be good at close quarters.

In the previous battle with the True Spirit Realm, most of the people in Dou Li kept a distance from each other and did not dare to get close.

In other words, Zhao Feng, in this seemingly desperate situation, can still analyze so calmly and make a choice.

If you were someone else, facing the strange Dou-Ha man from the seventh-level heaven, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

soon.

Zhao Feng formulated a strategy and deliberately slowed down the speed a bit, showing the illusion of lack of physical strength.

After all, his cultivation is only the fourth level of transcendence, and it is impossible to maintain such a terrifying speed for a long time.

When the man in the bucket hat approached ten feet, the cloak behind Zhao Feng turned abruptly, dragging out several illusory figures in the night, overlapping each other.

Whoosh!

A faint trace of lightning flashed in the void, and Zhao Feng suddenly burst into a terrifying speed, counterattacking the man in the hat.

The man in the hat was already chasing him, and as a result, the relative speed was astonishingly fast, even surpassing the Seventh Heaven of Transcendence.

Such a sudden change surprised the man in the hat, but he didn't expect that the other party would dare to fight back.

shhh-

Zhao Feng hurriedly approached, the bloodline strength and true energy in his body condensed to the limit, as if he could still hear the sound of electricity.

This was the strongest attack that Gathered Zhao Feng had unreservedly. Even the sixth-level escape from the ordinary might be traumatized or even attacked to death.

But there was no trace of panic on the man's face, the corners of his mouth pursed into a mockery, and a pair of dark blue eyes exuded a sinister mental ripple.

"Hehe, no matter how fast the speed of the material level is, it is impossible to exceed the speed of the spirit?"

Zhao Feng froze abruptly. He was only ten feet away from the man in the bucket hat, and it would be difficult to make further progress.

The two are like two stone sculptures facing each other.

Zhao Feng only felt a corrosive spiritual force invaded his mind.

When people's mind and consciousness are restrained, chaotic and lost, how can they control their bodies?

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and tried his best to move his left eye to fight against it.

"This guy, there is no such a powerful spiritual source in his body, and he is almost immune to spiritual attacks below the true spiritual realm."

The hat man was even more surprised,

He knows how strong his spiritual attack is, and there are basically few people who can resist it.

In the previous battle, he could even interfere with the masters of the True Spirit Realm.

"Humph! This kid is completely favored by God. He has such a terrifying spiritual talent. If he is allowed to embark on a secret art, even if I have a special bloodline inheritance, I am afraid that he will easily surpass him."

The haters have jealousy in their hearts, and the killing intent is even stronger.

Such a genius in the spiritual realm must be obliterated!

Obviously, the man in the hat was shocked by Zhao Feng's talent. Such a pure and powerful spiritual source, with a perverted talent that is almost immune to spiritual attacks and illusions, any person who is skilled in the mystic arts will be jealous and want to kill it.

The existence of such people is completely their nemesis!

The spiritual ultimate move from the man in the hat is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhao Feng felt that his consciousness was about to collapse. At a critical moment, he frantically moved his left eye, and even his consciousness hid in the space of his left eye.

The Dou Hat Man's mental attack rushed into the space of his left eye.

hum!

In the space of the left eye, the small blue abyss is spinning rapidly, and an indescribable suction force is formed at the soul level.

"Ah! Not good! That's..."

The man in the hat was extremely frightened, and he shouted at the spiritual level. He only felt that his spiritual strength and consciousness were being pulled by an indescribable force.

His spiritual power is rapidly draining, and even his soul will be taken away.

what--

The man in the bucket hat tried his best to resist, like a praying man with no arms as a chariot.

In the end, as soon as he gritted his teeth, even if he struggled to be wounded by backlash and schizophrenia, he would cut off the connection with that mysterious power.

But at this moment, a mutation arose.

puff!

The hat man's neck hurt, blood splattered, and a scream echoed on the soul level.

With a "thump", the man in the bucket hat fell to the ground and died.

A small blood hole was pierced through his throat.

Meow meow!

The little thief cat jumped up and down on the man in the bucket hat, and threw a smug "Sui" at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was sweating, but he didn't expect the little thief cat to give the man in the hat a blow at the most critical moment.

This little thief cat is not ordinary.

"Huh? What is it doing?"

Zhao Feng's eyes narrowed, and he found that the little thief cat was scavenging for the spoils of the hat man.

The face of the man in the bucket hat was revealed. It was the face of a young man, pale and bloodless. Before he died, he showed extreme fear and unwillingness.

In just a few short breaths, the little thief cat scoured the valuable things from the hat man one by one, and almost ripped off his underwear.

Zhao Feng was stunned.

Among the piles of primordial spar, all of them were low-grade, there were dozens of them, all of which were taken by the little thief cat, and they ate one at a time, without any ambiguity.

There was an agreement between Zhao Feng and the little thief cat, and he was not allowed to eat the things in his storage bracelet.

But now, the little thief cat scoured the spoils by himself, and Zhao Feng was helpless.

The little thief cat stretched out its claws and gestured towards Zhao Feng twice.

"Good! Five to five points."

Zhao Feng understands what it means, this little thief cat is more refined than a fox, and he is not an ordinary money fan. Soon. Zhao Feng and Little Thief Cat distributed the spoils. Among the spoils, there is an ancient silver book and several secrets of the exercises. ""Heart Control**": The ancient secluded temple is unique in mysticism. It is good at manipulating the mind. It can also control countless creatures in the world..."

Zhao Feng's mind penetrated into it and felt a huge flow of information.

Without hesitation, he swept his left eye and copied a lot of information and scenes into his own.

As for the other books, they seem to be some secret techniques of the ancient Youdian, but they are not as advanced as "Mind Control".

Zhao Feng was pleasantly surprised that he finally found a way to the spiritual field, which he is best at.

At this moment, Zhao Feng sensed something, and found that a figure flashed out of the ancient temple.

Swish!

Without hesitation, the cloak on his back flicked, like a shadow blending into the night and disappearing.

After a moment.

The bloody rudder protector, with a few men, rushed to the scene.

"Take the body back and give that kid to me."

The Bloody Rudder Protector chased in Zhao Feng's direction.

But he was more severely injured, and he was not very familiar with the "Ghost Mark", and soon lost Zhao Feng's trace.

Inside the deep hall.

"Lord Hall Master, I am quite familiar with the aura of that kid. He is a disciple of Xiaoyue Sect, and he has a very pure ancient bloodline on his body."

The bloody rudder protector said respectfully.

"Not only the ancient blood, he also has a very powerful spiritual source, which is more than ten times higher than Wuyou's spiritual talent."

In the skeleton frame, a weak and empty voice came.

"how can that be?"

The bloody rudder protector was obviously a little shocked.

Wuyou is a genius of a once-in-a-hundred-year-old genius.

"If such a genius can be used by me 'Dark Nether Hall', why can't He Chou revitalize my Holy Religion. Fortunately, the 'Ghost Mark' on his body will not dissipate within three years."

The sound of the skeleton rack showed a little excitement and anticipation.

"Hallmaster, that kid won't easily join the Holy Religion. I sent him an invitation last time, and he slapped him."

Thinking of what happened last time, the blood stalemate is still a little bit worried.

"When there is enough interest, anything is possible."

The faint red flame in Skull Frame's eye sockets gradually faded, and finally said: "Immediately evacuate here, rush to the 'Iron Dragon Powerful Country', and the other two rudder rounds, the Thirteen Sect Alliance, is irrelevant."

Three days later.

Inside a hidden bird's nest in Hengyun Tianlin.

Meow meow!

The little thief cat jumped on the branch happily, spit out a bronze coin, and tossed it to the head

Zhao Feng opened his eyes, and a vague mental fluctuation disappeared from his body.

If you pay attention, you will find that the aura on his body has changed somewhat, making it even more strange. Recently. Zhao Feng has been comprehending the secret art books left by the Dou Liren. Now, he has dabbled in the essence of mysticism, and even stepped into the threshold with one foot.

After this entry, Zhao Feng realized how mysterious and powerful the spiritual source in the left eye space was.

However, at present, Zhao Feng can only use a small part of this spiritual source, most of which are passive, or even half-sealed, and cannot be released at critical moments.

Even so, Zhao Feng's talent in this way is unique.

bass!

At this moment, a figure leaped from the other side of the forest.

At the same moment, Little Thief Cat's bronze coin flipped over and landed on the palm of his hand.

"Um?"

Zhao Feng took a closer look, the person who came was the old man with white eyebrows!

snort!

Zhao Feng jumped and fell on the big tree opposite.

"Ah! It's you..."

The white-browed old man panicked.

Kneel down!

At the spiritual level, Zhao Feng uttered two words.

In an instant, the surrounding wind seemed to freeze, only Zhao Feng's cloak and blue hair fluttered gracefully.

The white-browed old man was rushed into his mind by an obscure and powerful spiritual force, and his consciousness was instantly lost.

Next, everything he does is not dominated by his own subjectivity and consciousness.

"Next, I ask a question, and you answer it."

Zhao Feng is condescending, like the ruler of the world.

"Yes."

The white-browed old man looked respectful, like worshipping an emperor.

At this moment, his mind has been influenced by Zhao Feng, and even manipulated, so that he can commit suicide.