The goddess' personal abandoned master

Ten million poisons are marching forward like an army.

Longqianfan see this scene, in the heart especially comfortable, originally he also headache how to find a good excuse to challenge luobeichen, kill it.

After all, he is the champion of the competition. He will be ridiculed by the people of the river and the lake when he does this.

However, Liao WuJie doesn't care about his reputation in the world. Instead, he has a confidant for him.

Long Qianfan looks at what he loves again and finds that yueyun is biting her lips with silver teeth and her eyebrows are frowning. Looking at her anxiously, long Qianfan feels more comfortable.

"Yun'er, Luo Beichen is a weak chicken. He can't even protect himself. How can he protect you?"

"Only a strong man like me deserves you."

"Yun'er, you will understand one day."

"We are the perfect match."

Yue Yun is really worried. Luo Yan is so worried that she stands still. She is so worried that she stomps her feet under the stage. She is worried and angry.

"Are you scared? Zongbi's rule is that as long as you jump off the challenge arena, you will admit defeat. "

But she can't shout out these words. The same generation in the river and lake and her ex fiance long Qianfan are here. When she shouts like this, everyone will think that she has an affair with Luo Beichen.

She is a woman in her thirties. How can she afford to have a relationship with a young man of her younger generation.

Just when the rhyme is still tangled with some of them.

Suddenly, a faint voice rang out.

"Stop!"

The army of ten thousand poisons suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Yueyun stares at the challenge arena in disbelief‘

Mu Qingling's head was numb and her mouth was wide open, as if she could swallow an apple. "

Under the stage, the warrior was even more startled, either holding his head, or opening his mouth, or staring, or breathing cold air, as if he could not believe this scene.

"Is he... Is he a trainer?"

"Why do animals understand his orders?"

"This, this is a demon, isn't it?"

Compared with Liao WuJie's use of flute to control poison, Luo Yan's language command is more amazing.

Liao WuJie glared angrily and yelled“ Come on, eat him for me. "

Then he used all his strength to play the bone flute fiercely. He wanted to increase the control of the sound of the flute to urge the poison army to attack.

But let him blow all over the face red, out of breath, urine is almost blown out.

Poison army, still.

"Turn around!" Luo Yan a light drink.

Poison army, instant mutiny, Qi Qi turn around, evil stare at Liao WuJie.

People who see this scene don't know how to think any more. They just feel that the world outlook is collapsing. Only the theory of magic can explain it.

In fact, it's not a magic, but Luo Yan's idea.

Shennian is a unique spiritual power for people who cultivate immortals. Generally speaking, it is similar to tianyantong or military radar. It can sense everything around without eyes.

But perception is only one function of the mind.

There are many mysterious and mysterious functions of shennian.

For example, when a monk's mind is strong enough to a certain extent, he can carry out mental attack, and use his mind to influence the behavior of some life bodies with weak mental power.

Just as Liao WuJie can manipulate poisons with the sound of flute, Luo Yan can also control poisons with his mind.

How can the sound of the flute rival the immortal's mind.

Therefore, Liao WuJie's poison army has now become Luo Yan's subordinates.

"The whole army obeys orders“

Luo Yan a big drink, fingers high.

The poison army opened its mouth, spewed and howled.

"Attack

Luo Yan's arm falls and points at Liao WuJie.

"Wow..." thousands of poisons come out of the cage like tigers and rush to Liao WuJie with a howl.

Liao WuJie's face changed greatly. Even the great master felt numb in the face of thousands of poisons.

"Disobedient beast!"

"All die for me!" Master Liao WuJie's momentum soared and his palms were waving.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

There was a lot of dull thunder, which broke the poison into pieces.

Liao WuJie thinks that people and animals will have a sense of fear.

As long as you kill the most fierce group in the lead, the others will naturally flee everywhere and be defeated.

His idea is true, but he doesn't understand the power of the mind. The mind's suppression of the weak body is like brainwashing.

Compared with human beings, which have a strong sense of autonomy, gods can not control their behaviors and thoughts.

However, snakes, insects, mice and ants, which have not yet opened their minds, can be controlled as they wish, just like puppets.

Liao WuJie's hands went down and he felt something was wrong.

"How come these animals are killing more and more fiercely."

"If I wave my hand like this, I will be exhausted in five minutes, and I will be consumed alive."

Liao WuJie even bangs several palms, already feeling powerless.

"Luo Beichen, i... I give up!"

"Truce!"

Between the gasps, Liao WuJie roars.

"Ha

"Fight if you want? Stop if you want? "

"You think the arena is your home." Luo Yan has a sneer on his face.

The idea of God is released without reservation, but it is not extended out, but enveloped in the challenge arena, forming a field.

The poison in the field is more manic, fearing death from all directions.

Liao WuJie was surprised and ran away.

As long as he jumps out of the challenge arena, he will admit defeat. If Luo Yan dares to chase him, he will violate zongbi's rules. Other masters will not stand by.

"Fool!" Long Qianfan shook his head.

This way of escape is like seeking death. Liao WuJie is in a panic, otherwise he would not have made such a low-level mistake.

Sure enough, in panic, Liao WuJie, who just wanted to escape, suddenly felt numb in his thigh.

Liao WuJie looks down and feels cool.

The king cobra that he had kept for many years was biting his thigh, and the venom was being injected into his body from its fangs.

Liao WuJie felt numbness in his thighs and chills all over his body.

"Beast

"Die for me!" With one slap, the king cobra, which killed the master, suddenly burst into a blood mist.

But with such a pause, more poisons poured in, drowning Liao WuJie like a tsunami.

"Help me!"

"Who will help me!" Poison tide in the sea, an arm struggling to stretch to the sky, I do not know who to ask for help.

But who dares to go up and save it.

See that arm only struggled for a second, instantly engulfed.

There was no sound except tearing.

In less than a minute, the poison army returned to the mountain.

There was only a kneeling bloody human skeleton and a standing teenager on the challenge arena.

There was a dead silence.