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If there is a strange harmony between the atmosphere before me and God, then from the moment God said that he waited until the moment, we were like a spark.
Almost at the same time, we began to shake hands.
I am full of nervousness, but God is carrying a glimpse of ignorance.
The strength of the heavens and the earth here is too abundant. It is the only place I feel relaxed. There is no need for a fancy five-line technique. It is the most direct and tragic soul force, the collision of spiritual power, just like us. In the deep pool and Patel's battle in general.
I obviously thought that there was a chance of winning. At that moment, I felt the power of my own strength. I can almost foresee my power becoming a sword. I am stunned by God and killed in the air, at least The man’s tragic.
However, I didn't even have the chance to play against him. The next moment his power turned into a 'spike', and it suddenly penetrated my soul, pinning my soul. The original soul is like a rushing The river is about to become a force, and the direct collision is because this is like a reef that blocks the river. It suddenly makes my soul hit it, and then it can no longer flow.
Instantly plugging the power of expansion, making my soul suddenly like an inflatable balloon, it is extremely difficult to get the pole.
This uncomfortable direct reaction is on my body. My face rises to red, my neck is also blue and bulging. At that moment, I know that I have no hope of victory. If I insist on handcuffing and condense my soul, My soul will explode
My only choice is to forcefully accept the enthusiasm. In the extreme discomfort, I suddenly took the handcuffs, because it is too embarrassing, the completion of the rush is so hurried, at the moment of the soul retraction, a bite Blood spurted out of my mouth and sprinkled a little on the robes of the white robe, which looked shocking.
Compared to my wolverine, God seems so chic, with one hand behind his back, the other hand is gracefully lifted over the head. I don't know what his handcuffs are, but just see the rhythm of the fingers. The power is like a tempo of the same hop, and in a certain climax part, it is assembled into a sharp cone, and the sharp vertebrae are all facing me.
I have to admit that his technique is so subtle that it is not just a collision. It is not like Patel's use of the soul is so rough, his power will just lock the point of my soul and suppress me. Strength, this is the real 'killing trick' of this style.
This requires an unusual and mysterious precision. It is not a certain degree of skill. The understanding of the soul has reached a certain level and cannot be achieved at all.
To know that the essence of the soul is a kind of emptiness can not be said to exist, not like the body has such a clear goal.
In addition, it is the compression of power to a point where people can look up, or what kind of force can be used to block my rushing soul? It can only be said that the power of condensation in this cone is amazing, and his control of power is amazing.God is really scary. The amazing gap between me and him is just a condensed cone. It can be said that there is no such thing as a direct difference between the power and the power. You see him, still condensing one after another. Put the sharp cone.
Seeing my wolverine look, although God is still using the technique, his face does not consciously bring a smile, as if laughing at me, where did the courage to dare to do it with him?
I just smiled bitterly. Is it really hard to touch such a thing, is it just that the egg touches the stone?
But God is not willing to learn. The triumphant balance of the victory will not let him relax. The rhythm of his fingers is getting faster and faster, even the afterimages are not there. He just feels that his hand seems to move and it seems that there is no Move, when he appeared in the bamboo forest that day, the action was even faster.
The blood in my mouth is still dripping, and I saw his hand suddenly slammed, and the sharp cone that condensed out of the road, without mercy, came through me without intense pain. The only painful moment was just a sharp cone. The sting of the moment of squeezing into the soul.
What makes people uncomfortable is the feeling that the soul is locked. The whole body is up and down, and every node of the soul, God has locked me mercilessly.
This is more magical than Wu Tian’s method of locking me with a rope. I am like being fixed on the altar. I can’t move at all. It’s not good to say anything. I don’t even have the freedom to fall.
But this is not the end. God looked at me with high heights. The last pointed cone is also the smallest one, but it is almost a solid one. With the sound of breaking the air, I don’t hesitate to pierce my Dantian. Come.
This is a mysterious injury, because there is no wound, even the blood will not flow out, I feel my broken, yes, the broken ground of power, or deep suppression, this time, don't It is a soul, and I can't even make any power.
God has done all this, and his face is slightly morbid ruddy. I stare at him. I believe that this morbid ruddy is not because he has applied such a technique to me. He is just suppressing himself.
Oh, swing the game.
However, God does not seem to care about my gaze. His expression is unexpectedly relaxed at this moment. His eyebrows are light and he looks at me and says: "Chen Chengyi, I don't want to ask you what kind of courage you have. I shot, because even the dying fish will struggle twice. I just can't think of it, you still have such power, I thought you were weak."
I can't speak, just look at the god with a resentful look. It's not that I don't want to talk, but my soul is pinned by him. I can't even talk.
He doesn't seem to want to listen to what I said. He just said to himself: "I must have taught you Lin Xiaohua who is full of tricks. Unfortunately, you are stupid, and you can't leave these strengths to the last stroke. She just It’s a big thing that wants to break my bad, but unfortunately, do you know?”God smiled at this moment. I have never seen such a smile like this. His eyes are slightly curved. It is really happy. Then he reveals a white tooth and says to me: "She can’t bear me, she is my woman. After all, she can't completely let you hurt me."
I have a mess in my mind. The root cause of chaos is because Lin Xiaohua didn’t talk to me about any relationship with God. I only know that she has a follower. That person does not follow death all the time. I didn’t expect God will say such words.
Lin Xiaohua actually, God will say that she is his woman, I am not surprised at all, just because I am thinking about her every move in the brain at the moment, all the look of the look of hope, completely deducted what is called a woman's style .
I breathe slowly, I know that I don't have a way out, I can only believe.
Because under the altar, my master is still there, but this one reason is worthy of my bet.
After saying this, the god was somewhat stunned, and did not know what to think of. A person walked back and forth on the altar, and then some anxiously said: "But, I told you what to do, I can't wait for a long time, ten minutes? You know everything."
"You, I have to be prepared to be a weak person like you, always a woman, Lin Xiaohua." The statue at the moment is completely mad, moving faster on the altar, as if not moving around, he I can't vent my inner feelings.
I am silent, watching quietly, ten minutes?
So fast!
"This woman is really trouble! What is awful is why, every time, every one of me, I have to be influenced by her." In the speech, God seems to be angry to the extreme, suddenly stopped his footsteps, looks Becomes terrible and distorted.
I thought he would pick me up? I didn't want him to slam a shot toward his chest. It was also a blood spurting out. The blood was scattered on the altar, and it happened to fall into one of the lines.
Although I was completely restrained, I have already seen it from the bright red color that is faintly fluorescent. This is the blood of God, the real heart and blood.
"Begin." God looked at me and said, and there was blood on his lips.
Yes, it has already begun. I don’t know why, I have been restrained, I still can’t help but sigh in my heart.
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