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Chapter 503 Mind Control

Deep and dark caves.

It has been several hours since Feng Yan left here, but this place still maintains its original appearance - deep, dark and silent as always.

The throne still stood there, and the young fairy with a strange posture sat on it with his eyes closed.

He seemed to be in a coma, or he seemed to be having some kind of nightmare. He occasionally showed a relaxed expression, and sometimes he frowned, his expression changing quickly and strangely.

Under the throne, in the cage, the soldiers of the Qianyan Army were still unconscious on the ground.

Everything seems to be silent in this space, and even the wind seems to stop flowing.

But at the next moment, the young immortal suddenly stood up and faced the position in front of the cage.

Ding--

A golden light flashed, and a young man with white hair appeared in this place.

"Huh? Why is the atmosphere here so bad?" Sensing the atmosphere around him, Ningzhe frowned, and said in disgust, "...so chaotic?"

On a mental level, it's like a mashup of dozens of different things that have been fully fermented over decades
The most important thing is that this mixed breath has a characteristic, the more sensitive the mental power is, the deeper it can be perceived.For Ningzhe, his mental acuity is no less than that of a demon god, which means that he has completely felt the chaos of this breath.

Ningzhe has a good habit, that is, he will always put up a mental shield to prevent being attacked by something from behind - and this shield will strengthen his perception of the surrounding spirit.

"vomit"

After persisting for a few minutes, Ningzhe couldn't stand it anymore, and took the initiative to apply a shield to himself.

"What a disgusting thing this must be to leave a breath"

Sensing that the disgusting atmosphere around him had weakened a lot, Ning Zhe exhaled slowly, and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Ningzhe raised his head and looked at the position of the throne—to be precise, it was the young immortal who had stood up at this moment, Mandrill.

After seeing Mandrill like this, Ning Zhe nodded slightly, with a general understanding in his heart.

This state should still be in the stage where the two sides are competing for power.But what puzzled him was that Mandrill was actually at a disadvantage, which was unreasonable.

Unless someone intervened artificially, causing Mandrill to lose part of his power for no reason.Otherwise, with Mandrill's strength, it is absolutely impossible to fall into a disadvantage in the competition at the level of will.

Seeing Ning Zhe's movements, the young immortal took stiff steps, as if he wanted to walk to Ning Zhe's side.

"Kujo Shukichi, if you still treat yourself as a person, come out and talk to me with your own body."

However, Ningzhe spoke directly, speaking indifferently to the figure standing in front of the throne.

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Hearing this, the young immortal stopped in his tracks, and then stopped in place.

A few seconds later, a layer of black mist spread out from his body, gradually forming a figure.

"Ning Zhe."

The black mist gradually took shape, and finally changed into the appearance of an ordinary person.

But it seems that this appearance is not Dao Wife's appearance, but Li Yueren's appearance, and he is also a person who often does manual labor and is suspected of being a miner.

".You are a person favored by the gods. No matter from which angle you look at it, you are enviable."

His tone was flat, but when he mentioned [God's favor], there was a suppressed deep anger.

"Do you know? I want your body more than this fairy's body"

He took a few steps forward, getting closer and closer to Ning Zhe, and his tone became a little dull.

"So, I'm still very popular?" Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said in a helpless tone, "Why do you both want to plunder other people's bodies? That evil ghost of Dao Wife is In this way, you are also in the same way, or in other words, you Daoqiu are all out of their minds?"

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Hearing this, Xiu Ji became silent, but he kept walking.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Ning Zhe was not in a hurry, and watched this guy approaching step by step with great interest.

Frankly speaking, people like Xiu Ji are difficult to deal with.For most of the powerhouses on the Tivat Continent, this method of attacking the mind is often hard to guard against—it is as powerful as a mandrill, and it is also exploited by the flaws in the mind.

But having said that, Ningzhe is best at dealing with this kind of people.

Not to mention this one Xiuji, even if there are ten more, they will not pose any real threat to him.

Unless he possesses something extremely powerful in terms of pure [power], such as Gungnir.

Thinking of this, Ningzhe's expression remained unchanged, but he added another layer of shield to himself in a very subtle way, and summoned Chaotic Yuan by the way.

The gray brush floated behind Ningzhe, shining with a dim golden light.

"...Sure enough, he is the patron of the gods. Even the weapons are bestowed by the gods."

Xiu Ji finally stopped, his tone has returned to the calmness before.

"Then you guessed wrong." Ning Zhe shook his head and spread his hands: "This magic weapon is indeed a gift from the gods, but it was not given to me. I have inherited it from the gods."

Speaking of this, Ningzhe's eyes suddenly became playful.

"Do you know that evil ghost from Dao Wife? I still remember that its name is Ji Ting."

Ji Ting, the evil spirit from Dao Wife once found an opportunity to corrupt the previous [White Clothes] Yun Fu of the Privy Council.

Speaking of which, Yunfu's state at that time was very similar to that of Mandrill now.But the difference is that Mandrill is still resisting this kind of erosion, while Yunfu has already failed in the perennial erosion.

"Evil ghosts. Things rejected by the gods are not worthy of my attention."

Hearing the word "evil ghost", Xiu Ji showed an expression of obvious disgust.

"Abandoned by the gods?" Ningzhe smiled, with a slightly contemptuous tone, "So you are such a devout person to the gods? It's really beyond my expectation."

"Piety? Hehe, if one day there is a creature stronger than the gods in this world, I will also dedicate my [piety] to them."

Xiu Ji also smiled, it seemed that the [piety] in Ningzhe's words made him laugh, and his tone became a little contemptuous.

"I have no doubts about the truth of your words."

Ningzhe nodded, then raised his hand, and the [Hunyuan] behind him gradually emitted golden light, passing through the shield.

"Do you want to make a move?"

Xiuji noticed Ningzhe's small movements and took another step forward.

"I don't think there's any point in talking to you—oh, if wasting time counts as a point, it's a lot."

Ningzhe's expression remained unchanged, and golden threads ooze from the gray brush, gradually covering the surroundings.

".certainly."

In the next second, Xiu Ji's figure disappeared, as if he had returned to Mandrill's body.

Immediately afterwards, silver light erupted from above the throne, facing the golden light far away.

A spear stood in front of the throne.

呲——

Afterwards, the sharpest spear here was raised, pointing straight down.

"This is the first round, God's favored one."

Xiuji's voice came out, but it echoed like a distant voice.

(End of this chapter)