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"I won't lose...I will never lose...Broken Lingfinger!"

Lei Meng gave it all up, he pointed with all his strength, exhausted all the power of his soul, and completely burned the clear spring suspended in the sea of ​​primordial spirit.

The burst of light erupted from between the fingers, but it only broke the two handprints in front of him, and the remaining seven handprints have been crushed.

"what!!!!!"

The handprint hit his body, this feeling was like the soul was crushed by the mountain, and then crushed into powder. With a bang, the real record in front of him suddenly collapsed, and all the completed illustrations were destroyed.

An invisible wave swept in, Immortal Yu Lin couldn't help taking two steps back, the feeling of tearing his soul was uncomfortable, it made his face turn blue, and the rest of the officials of the imperial palace also showed horror.

Only the Luojiang Immortal was still standing there, relying on his spiritual cultivation, he was indifferent to such an impact, but he saw Yuan Futu's heavenly spirit and immortality, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Pfft!

Lei Meng knelt down on the ground, kneeling in front of Yuan Futu limply like this, propped his hands on the ground, and suppressed the tears in his eyes. After all, he failed, defeated by this guy who had never looked down on him at all.

At this time, he didn't dare to think about the consequences at all, and he couldn't even face his father who was waiting outside the imperial palace.

Yuan Futu let out a long breath, his long-planned plan was finally completed, and the seven big handprints were enough to achieve the effect, making him unable to carry out the follow-up assessment.

Raymond couldn't stand up anymore, his arms were trembling, and it was difficult to even support him. His spirit was severely injured, and he felt that he was being peeled off and split from the inside out, as if a living person was being cramp and skinned. The pain hit the brain.

Yuan Futu put away the divine pattern carving knife, picked up the six completed illustrated books, and tore them into pieces with a snort, which shocked everyone on the second floor.

Immortal Chu Jiu stood on the high platform in front of him watching this scene all the time, raised his head, and his eyes met those of Immortal Luojiang.

The Luojiang Immortal did not speak, but nodded slightly.

Hearing the sound, Lei Meng sat on the ground slumped, leaning on the stone table, and asked in astonishment, "What are you doing?"

"Abstain."

Lei Meng covered his heart, his face was contorted by the severe pain, he looked ferocious and terrifying, and shouted hoarsely: "Abstain? I have already failed, no one can stop you, why don't you attack the three-star god tattoo master, is it right?" Are you pitying me?!"

Yuan Futu shook his head and said: "You want to take this life so many times, how can I pity you, but from the beginning to the end, I don't have the ability to complete this assessment. This is my limit, and I can no longer make a seventh one."

Raymond's mind went blank, he shook his head, recalled the past, and finally discovered the truth in a rage, and said in a trembling voice: "The reason you came here...is not to complete the assessment...but to prevent I became a three-star god pattern master?!"

Yuan Futu nodded, walked in front of Lei Meng, squatted down, and kept the same height as him, and said, "This is the only way to become a three-star divine pattern master before you. It seems that the method is despicable and dirty, but in my opinion, it is almost the same as your private assassination."

For so many years, Yuan Futu did not spend too much time on the cultivation of the divine pattern, because he knew that no matter how hard he practiced, he could not become a three-star divine pattern master earlier than Lei Meng, so he chose from the very beginning. The soul attack method "Tiangang Mahamudra" has only one purpose, which is to completely destroy Lei Meng's chance to become a three-star god tattoo master at a critical moment.

Doing so may directly ruin his future, but Yuan Futu doesn't care. He used to deeply understand that without enough power, he couldn't protect the people around him, but now he knows even more that when he can't get enough power, he must Even more unscrupulous to do crazy things hysterically.

Lei Meng naturally became a victim. He looked at Yuan Futu, his eyes were undergoing subtle changes, from furious to shocked, and finally only naked fear remained. He was clearly just a golden fairy, how could he become so powerful?

Yuan Futu lowered his voice, grabbed Lei Meng's collar with his hands, and said: "I said before, even if I give up my life, I will pay back a hundredfold for the sins I committed before. You are just the beginning... ...Also, don't underestimate a rising immortal, his path to immortality is much more terrifying than you can imagine!"

After finishing speaking, Yuan Futu stood up, walked up to Immortal Chu Jiu, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, but it still failed after all."

Immortal Chujiu said indifferently: "Victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists. Don't worry about it. I think you will be stronger in the future."

"Thank you Immortal, then I will take my leave first." After saying that, Yuan Futu walked out of the Shenwen Hall.

At this moment, Immortal Yu Lin and Immortal Luojiang had already flown down from the second floor and gathered around Lei Meng.

"How is it, is it serious?" Immortal Yu Lin asked worriedly.

Raymond was already speechless, or he didn't want to answer. His eyes were dull and he was looking forward, his mind was chaotic, but the words just now were branded in his heart, filled with endless fear, which couldn't be erased. .

The Luojiang Immortal put his palm on his shoulder, and after exploring his spiritual sense, he immediately understood it, and said: "The soul has been injured, but as long as no vital parts are damaged, there is a possibility of recovery."

"Is it only possible?" Immortal Yu Lin frowned.

The Luojiang Immortal narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Spiritual wounds are inherently irreversible injuries. This kind of elixir is rare, rare and priceless. The most effective way is to let him recover by himself."

"I'm going to notify Lei's family."

Immortal Yu Lin's face was extremely ugly, and he was about to walk out the door, but Lei Meng grabbed his ankle and cried, "Don't... don't... I don't want my father to see me like this... thousand Don't!!!"

Seeing this scene, the Luojiang Immortal couldn't help feeling complicated, he could see that Yuan Futu had kept his hand, otherwise with the power of the Heavenly Immortal Technique, it would not only be as simple as being injured, but Tang Zhentian's end would probably be the last one.

Back then, that obese disciple of the Wanshen Sect brought a letter, which asked him to inform Lei Meng of the specific time for the assessment and other information in time.

Included in this information is a conspiracy that he dared not even think about, and today, he specially opened up the soul wrestling in the assessment site, and did not interfere in the slightest, and it was precisely because of this.