Stop In The Deep Sea

Hua Tianfang held his chin with his hand and stared at Wang Xin carefully: "That's true. I once heard that Gu Wu fought with the sky all the way. If he is not careful, he will be haunted by inner demons and fall into a state of eternal destruction."

He continued: "After you have inner demons, you will lose your mind and focus on killing evil. The final ending is rarely a good one. The mild ones are dementia, and the worst ones die of exhaustion. This kid can't be possessed. Bar."

In fact, this is something that everyone in the ancient martial arts circle knows.

As long as you practice ancient martial arts, you must be inseparable from the heart method.

And this mental method is the most effective measure to protect the heart.

Compared with transplanting elastic mithril, Gu Wu has to endure loneliness along the way. He not only has to practice in winter and summer, but also polish his character.

Once he goes crazy, the consequences will be disastrous. This is one of the reasons why Wang Xin has always focused on cultivating his mind.

As an ancient and mysterious sutra, the "Mahattan Sutra" has a chapter on mental techniques that is of course much stronger than other techniques.

Unfortunately, when Wang Xin became possessed by the devil, the white air mass in his body also turned black. Not only did it fail to protect his heart, but it actually fueled his demonic energy, making it difficult for even Yu Xi to control it.

"No matter what, let's capture him first." Xu Meng nodded and said, "You and I may be able to fight together, so as to prevent the long nights and dreams from causing trouble again."

After that, the two ordered everyone to retreat, they were going to take over the battlefield!

"Everyone is on standby and ready to support at any time!"

Hua Tianfang, like Xu Meng, is also a heteromorphic mimic.

He raised his hand and tapped the back of his neck, and the elastic mithril surged instantly.

The next moment, a huge silver war hammer appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

The mechanical gears on the surface of the war hammer are constantly rotating, and the linkage inside can be seen from the gaps. Hundreds of micro springs jump intermittently. No one will doubt the power of this war hammer.

Hua Tianfang kicked his feet violently, and rushed into the air. He raised the silver war hammer and smashed it towards Wang Xin.

At the same time, Xu Meng quickly walked around to the flank and stretched out her metal claws to attack him.

One of the two is known for his strength, and the other is known for his speed. They are at an angle and have perfect coordination.

Wang Xin's long hair moved without wind, and the muscles on his body were almost exploding. Although he closed his eyes tightly, his consciousness had already covered a hundred meters, and no movement could escape his capture.

He shouted angrily and easily dodged Xu Meng's claw attack. Then he stepped on the ground with his right foot and used his fist to meet the war hammer in the air.

After the "boom" explosion, Hua Tianfang quickly retreated to prepare for the next attack.

Although Wang Xin was unscathed, his feet were sunk deeply into the floor tiles, which shows how much power Hua Tian released with this hammer.

People around him exclaimed, their eyes widened, for fear of missing any scene.

An ancient warrior fights two famous lords alone. This is not a scene that can be seen easily.

At this time the battle has reached fever pitch.

The energy generated by the battle between the three people was so huge that it affected a wide range, and cracks appeared in the titanium glass above their heads.

All the green plants on the entire street were affected by their fighting and were broken at the waist.

"kill!"

Even when faced with the siege of two first-level mimics, Wang Xin remained fearless.

He seized the opportunity, held the war hammer with one hand, slightly bent his other hand, exerted all his strength, and struck out with one palm, knocking Hua Tianfang more than five meters away.

It's a pity that the Beidou Circumpolar Diagram in the sea of ​​​​consciousness has disappeared with the resurrection of the black cat, leaving only the bronze tiles and the black air mass embracing the yin and yang. As a result, he has lost the ability to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Otherwise, with the spiritual energy supply of this picture, his movements will be even faster.

Xu Meng never faced him head-on. Instead, he fought and hid, constantly looking for opportunities to attack.

She found that after hundreds of rounds, Wang Xin's movements had gradually slowed down, and his reactions had become slower.

So he felt happy and shouted to the mimics around him: "Everyone listen to the order and come together. The spiritual energy in his body is almost exhausted. The seriously injured person will be rewarded with a piece of silver bullet!"

When everyone heard this, their eyes suddenly brightened, and they immediately rushed forward and joined the battle.

Sure enough, no one can resist the temptation of playing silver blanks.

For these basic mimics, bullet silver raw materials are one of the fastest shortcuts to improve their strength. Since its evolution, it has become a hard currency in the deep sea base.

Until this moment, Wang Xin's consciousness was still not clear, and he was just relying on his fighting instinct to keep fighting.

Indeed, as Xu Meng had judged, the true energy in his body was basically exhausted now, and the Six Paths Buddha Hand could not continue to activate, so he could only rely on hard Qigong to fight head-on with the enemy's bullets.

The inner demon has completely taken control of his brain. At this moment, Wang Xin is like a war machine, with only constant killing in his eyes.

After a few minutes of fighting, Wang Xin suffered a lot of wounds.

The mimics were even more excited when they saw this, as if they had already got the Bullet Silver blank in their hands, and they kept slashing at Wang Xin's body with the Bullet Silver transformed weapon.

Wang Xin's body was covered in blood, as if he had become a blood gourd, but he still had no intention of stopping. He completely forgot about the pain and waved his fists mechanically, fighting to the death.

The huge consumption of Qi made his blood vessels almost burst and his body was overdrawn.

He began to feel dizzy, his vision was blurry, and he couldn't even tell who was who.

After another ten minutes, Wang Xin's fists were no different from those of ordinary people.

In the end, he couldn't hold on and fell into a pool of blood.

...

"Is he dead?" Hua Tianfang put away his mimicry and squatted on the ground looking at the motionless Wang Xin.

Xu Meng walked up to him and used the scorpion tail to hook him up into the air: "It would be a pity if he died, with such a handsome face."

As she said that, she stretched out her jade hand and kept rubbing Wang Xin's abdominal muscles, with a charming look on her face.

"It shouldn't be so easy to die. His cultivation level is so high. In my opinion, it's just exhaustion."

"Well, take it away."

When the two mimics around him heard this, they took off Wang Xin from the scorpion's tail, carried it on their shoulders, and strode away.

"What should I do with this girl?"

Hua Tianfang pointed to the small fish on the side.

"Take her back first, check her identity, and then make a decision."

At this moment, Xiaoyu was being held against his neck by a mimic, but he did not cry. He just stared at Wang Xin not far away with an expressionless expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

In the villa in the second psychic area.

Dai Xingyue lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

For some reason, she had been restless tonight.

It was almost early in the morning, and Wang Xin stayed away all night.

Listening to Chai Hao's snoring in the next room, she didn't feel sleepy at all.