Concentrate on the Demon-Slaying Sword! This is Xu Feng's only mental attack skill. Originally, the skill grade was not high, but after being integrated into the "Eternal Devouring Method", the skill effect increased with the increase of the calamity power level. It has changed from the original three transparent heart swords to the current three black gold heart swords. The power is no weaker than any avenue-level mental attack skill.

Swish, swish, swish~ Three black gold heart swords flew out of the spiritual fortress, constantly cutting towards the transparent giant palm that had just condensed, and soon cut the giant palm into pieces. With three black gold heart swords, the spiritual giant palm in Xu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness was immediately chopped into pieces by the black gold heart swords as soon as it condensed into shape. After repeating this nine times in a row, the spiritual seeds that the monk Haijie had shot into Xu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness were consumed! Xu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cautious look appeared on his face. He stared at the monk Haijie three meters away, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and sighed in a low voice: "Awesome, the master's palm almost shattered my sea of ​​consciousness and I can't recover!"

No matter whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, once the sea of ​​consciousness collapses, self-awareness will also be annihilated. No matter how strong the body is, it is just a vegetative person who cannot move and can be slaughtered at will. Moreover, if the spiritual consciousness is damaged, even reincarnation will be affected. If luck is good, he will become an idiot, and if luck is bad, he will not even be able to reincarnate. Monk Haijie's test did not specify in advance that it was mental damage, which was indeed a bit insidious. "Donor, you don't know!" Monk Haijie felt a hint of murderous intent from Xu Feng, and hurriedly explained: "Donor, if you want to seize the buds of the Hongmeng Tree, you must go to the Sea of ​​Dead Souls. You must know that the Sea of ​​Dead Souls is filled with the breath of the underworld, which is extremely poisonous. Once it is contaminated with a trace, it will erode the sea of ​​consciousness and pollute the spirit. If there is no means to defend against mental attacks, let alone fighting for the buds of the Hongmeng Tree, even entering the Sea of ​​Dead Souls is an impossible thing!"

Xu Feng was startled. This was not in the information he had obtained from the Secret Breathing Building. The description of the Sea of ​​Dead Souls was only briefly mentioned, saying that it was very dangerous and that the sea was full of dead spirits. Once you fell into the sea, you would be dragged to the bottom of the sea by the ghosts...

After a moment's hesitation, Xu Feng nodded. He didn't believe that Hai Jie would tell such an easily exposed lie, but he still felt a little unhappy after being tricked by the other party.

"Master Haijie, have I passed your test now?" Xu Feng said with a smile on his face.

Hai Jie nodded and said, "Your strength is extraordinary, so of course you passed. Your attainments in talismans are extraordinary, but the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Mysterious Gold Formation alone cannot withstand this attack from this poor monk. You must have other means of resisting mental attacks. I admire you, I admire you!"

"Okay!" Xu Feng nodded and said, "Master, you tested me and slapped me. Naturally, I have nothing to say. But as a monk of the Fashen Temple, you naturally don't take advantage of others. I wonder if you are willing to accept my blow to show fairness?"

He was slapped by the sea ring for no reason and was almost seriously injured. Even now, the spiritual fortress in his sea of ​​consciousness is still in a semi-destroyed state. The entire castle is covered with cracks, and it is a very troublesome task to repair it.

Xu Feng was unwilling to bear this loss in vain;

Hai Jie opened his mouth, pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "As the saying goes, there is a cause and an effect, and retribution is inevitable. Since I slapped the donor, it is only natural that I should bear the donor's blow!"

"good!"

After Xu Feng finished speaking, he waved his palm towards the sea ring;

Pah~ Xu Feng's palm gently hit Hai Jie's chest. The next moment, Hai Jie felt a strong force coming, and strands of calamity power spread, drilling into his body through his pores. At the same time, his monk's robe was intact, but under the monk's robe, a black palm print inexplicably appeared on his chest, sinking deep into the flesh...

Buzz~ A three-headed, six-armed horse-faced Buddha king appeared behind Monk Haijie. Xu Feng's palm seemed ordinary, but it was a palm that was a mixture of calamity power and the power of three thousand laws. The calamity power was a deadly poison that cultivators could not be contaminated with, and the Tao injury caused by the power of three thousand laws was almost impossible to remove if the opponent did not possess the same power of laws.

When Xu Feng slapped out this palm, Monk Haijie knew that he could not resist, so he used the Horse-Faced Buddha King's Dharmakaya to hurt him. The next moment, the Horse-Faced Buddha King's Dharmakaya, which was dark gold all over and seemed to be made of gold, had a dark palm print on its chest. This palm print continuously emitted calamity power, which stretched out in all directions like a spider web. After a while, most of the body of the Horse-Faced Buddha King's Dharmakaya was infected by the calamity power. Once Monk Haijie's Dharmakaya was completely infected by the calamity power, it would collapse, and Monk Haijie's hundreds and thousands of years of hard practice would be destroyed in an instant...

Thinking that his thousands of years of hard work would be destroyed in an instant, a trace of hatred suddenly emerged in the heart of Monk Haijie. The next moment, the anger among the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance surged into his heart, and his eyes looking at Xu Feng were filled with anger and murderous intent! Xu Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and after retracting his palm, he smiled and said, "Master, you slap me, and I slap you back, and we are even now!"

In an instant, Monk Haijie felt that Xu Feng's words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring over him from head to toe. He shuddered involuntarily, his eyes regained clarity, and he was filled with fear. "Amitabha!" Monk Haijie lowered his head, repenting in his heart, "Even if the Dharma body is destroyed, it can be recast. If a thousand years of practice is destroyed in an instant, it is nothing more than rebuilding again. But once the brain is corroded by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, then there is no recovery, and one will fall into the endless hell forever without reincarnation!"

Thinking of this, Monk Haijie no longer dared to hate Xu Feng, and quickly bowed to Xu Feng and said, "Donor, we are done with each other, please enter the city!"

Xu Feng nodded and walked towards the Buddha Treasure City. Hai Jie saluted respectfully behind him. After Xu Feng entered the city, Monk Hai Jie stood up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and took out a firework from his arms...

Hiss~ A beam of fire rose from the ground and lingered in the sky for a long time. After a while, several figures flew out from the Buddha Treasure City. "Brother Haijie, what happened? Why did you even send out an emergency rescue signal?" An old man with white hair and beard looked at the monk Haijie who was standing alone, and his face was immediately full of confusion.

The promotion rescue signal is a signal that can only be released when there is a life-threatening situation in the Dharmakaya Temple. Once released, any disciple who practices Buddhism within a radius of a thousand miles can sense it. But now it seems that Haijie is standing here alone and there is no danger around him. How could he possibly release such a rescue signal?

When Hai Jie saw the people coming, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, and was about to explain, but suddenly he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and his body slowly went limp; …

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