Chapter 236 Who Is the King (Part 2)

"Take off your blindfold"

Lin Tong's cold voice made the representatives of the thirteen sects bewildered.

Many eyes were fixed on Zhao Feng.

All along, Zhao Feng gave them the image of indifference and cruelty.

Unforgettable is the flowing blue hair, cruel one-eyed dragon.

Especially the latter, adding a bit of cruelty to Zhao Feng.

And listening to Lin Tong's words, could it be that Zhao Feng's other eye is not mysterious?

What's so odd about this?

"As expected of a new star of the alliance who cultivated the supreme secret book of "Tianyoutong"."

A flash of joy flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.

Facing Lin Tong, who was more skilled in mysticism than himself, Zhao Feng also had certain fears.

However, this is the time to stimulate and sharpen the ability of the "God Eye".

Zhao Feng made up his mind.

Under the gazes of all eyes, Zhao Feng slowly took off the silver-colored blindfold.

Beneath the blindfold, there was a dark, dull scorpion.

The hearts of everyone on the field were chilled.

But in the next instant.

Zhao Feng's gray left eye pupil flashed with a green luster.

Gradually, those green eyes were like perfect gems, and the divine light contained an invisible sharpness that seemed to penetrate all things.

Everyone who meets this eye pupil will tremble in their hearts, and there is an illusion that their hearts have been penetrated, as if all secrets are hidden.

"Is this your divine pupil technique? We are indeed the same kind of people."

There was a smile on the corner of Lin Tong's mouth, the blood power in his body trembled slightly, whether it was excitement or anxiety.

at the same time.

There was also a shock on the viewing platform.

"What kind of divine pupil technique is this? It has such a strong penetrating power"

"It's a bit like the legendary 'Eagle Eye, a secret technique, but he is obviously the same as Lin Tong, a divine pupil technique based on the power of blood."

The high level of Guyou Hall exploded the pot.

They have never seen Zhao Feng's divine pupil technique before, and there is no record of it in the ancient books.

Tian Youtong

Lin Tong's black robe has no wind and automatic, mysterious and invisible power, penetrates the void, cold, strange, and pervasive.

The deep pupils are like an abyss, with a whirling red light spot in the center.

The surrounding area suddenly dimmed a bit.

Lin Tong is like the uncrowned king in the dark night.

Zhao Feng's mind flickered, and there was an illusion of space replacement.

next moment.

Zhao Feng was in a pitch-dark space.

The place where he stood, at a speed visible to the naked eye, formed a black iron prison, binding him in groups.

A dark space.

Desolate, yīn cold, weird.

Zhao Feng was bound in that black iron prison, unprecedented isolation.

In the dark space opposite, Lin Tong stood in the air, like an uncrowned king, condescending.

"The prison created by spiritual illusion makes the target's consciousness trapped in the environment, unable to extricate itself..."

Zhao Feng sucked in a breath of cold air.

His body was still on the stage of the decisive battle, and his spiritual consciousness was caught in this situation.

In reality, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a walking dead without his conscious dominance.

"At the level of spiritual consciousness, the flow of time is different from the outside world. Your consciousness, bound to my 'Tianyoutong', spiritual illusion, will endure endless torture. Torment you for a day, in real space, but only a few Take a breath."

Lin Tong gave a grim smile, and a thorny iron whip appeared in his hand, slashing towards Zhao Feng fiercely.

Zhao Feng snorted, and a bloodstain was drawn from his body.

This kind of attack, although it will not affect the real body, but the spiritual consciousness, enduring endless torture, will be exhausted to the extreme, and even collapse and fall into a coma.

"Ordinary people can only hold on for one hour. Cang Yuyue, that bitch, actually resisted my torture for nearly ten hours. I don't know how long you can hold on."

Lin Tong licked his lower lip, and the thorny iron whip in his hand slammed towards Zhao Feng fiercely.

clap clap-

The iron whip whipped on his body, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, cruel and painful. Ordinary people, it is amazing to be able to endure a moment.

How long you can hold on depends on your will.

certainly.

Lin Tong's spiritual power is not infinite, if a person's will can be so powerful that he can exhaust Lin Tong to death.

However, those who practice spiritual mysticism have a spiritual will that is much stronger than ordinary people. Especially the powerful spiritual source, the spiritual power is far better than that of the same rank.

at this time.

Zhao Feng was trapped in the black iron prison and suffered endless torture from Lin Tong.

First the iron whip, and then various other weapons, all kinds of torture, beyond people's imagination.

"Cang Yuyue, a female streamer, can persist for ten hours under such circumstances. It's unimaginable. No wonder she can nurture the seeds of sword intent."

From this, Zhao Feng thought of the horror of Cang Yuyue.

Under normal circumstances, even if it is the seventh heaven of transcending the ordinary, its consciousness can persist in this space for an hour, which is already the limit.

And in this prison formed by jīng mysticism, one hour outside is just a blink of an eye.

Therefore, Lin Tong's opponents were all killed by "one glance".

Without being there, you can't experience the pain and taste.

"Your spiritual source is stronger than you imagined, and it can withstand such a violent attack without any difficulty."

Lin Tong floated in the abyss.

"Hehe, continue."

The corner of Zhao Feng's mouth evoked a hint of coldness, and his green left eye pupil quietly stared at this strange prison environment.

"Okay I see how long you can last"

Lin Tong's attack power has been greatly increased.

Various weapons, knives, swords, sticks, flames, hailstones, enveloped Zhao Feng in the black iron prison.

Zhao Feng was expressionless and resisted all the attacks.

He understood that these attacks did not cause any damage to the body in reality.

All of this is the essence of "spiritual illusion", and it is the spiritual consciousness of people that suffers from weakening and harm.

However.

Zhao Feng's spirit source, how powerful.

In the space of the left eye, the small abyss of green color continued to extend and rotate, and the color became deeper and deeper.

The decisive battle platform.

Zhao Feng and Lin Tong confronted each other from a distance.

Lin Tong's Tianyou pupil, like an abyss, has a red dot in it that keeps spinning.

Zhao Fengqing's left eye pupil, flowing sharply, is still sharp and bright.

One breath...two breaths...three breaths...

Time passed, obviously a very short time, but it seemed unusually slow.

After four or five breaths, Lin Tong saw cold sweat on his forehead, clenched his hands tightly, and struggled slightly.

One side of the ancient palace.

"It's been so long, and this kid hasn't been resolved yet?"

"The situation is not good for Lin Tong. This boy surnamed Zhao is really evil, and his spiritual origin is unfathomable. So far, he doesn't seem to have suffered much damage."

The upper floors of the Ancient You Palace have a solemn face.

Often, Lin Tong needs only one breath to defeat an opponent.

And the current situation is very strange.

Zhao Feng stood there, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his blue hair fluttering in the air, he seemed very relaxed.

Dark space.

"how can that be……"

Lin Tong was horrified, looking at Zhao Feng in the black iron prison.

He "tortured" Zhao Feng for several hours, and the opponent was like a deep sea, resisting all attacks without a word.

Lin Tong felt that his spiritual magic attack seemed to hit a lifeless stone, and some of it was even absorbed by the opponent.

Zhao Feng's resistance to spiritual mysticism was extremely strong, and the original Dou Hat man was almost swallowed by the invasion of spiritual consciousness.

Lin Tong's secret technique belongs to the category of divine illusion technique, which is not so intense in intrusion, but focuses on illusion and imprisonment.

At this time, Lin Tong's consciousness was a little tired, but Zhao Feng was refreshed.

"Okay, that's it for now. I've almost touched your magic magic."

In Zhao Feng's god's eyes, a sharp blue light suddenly flashed, as if there was an invisible blade cutting through the void.

click

The spirit prison created by Lin Tong's "Tianyoutong" collapsed instantly.

The decisive battle platform.

Lin Tong panted slightly, feeling a little tired.

Zhao Feng was full of energy, and his left eye was unusually sharp.

"This...how is this possible...I'm almost immune to my jīng mysticism."

Lin Tong was horrified and incoherent.

Since he cultivated into "Tianyoutong", he has always been unfavorable. This is the first time I have encountered a monster like Zhao Feng who is almost immune to jīng mystical attacks.

"Hehe, it's my turn to shoot."

Zhao Feng smiled lightly, his blue eyes were deep and boundless, like a small abyss, spinning rapidly.

Lin Tong's mind flickered, pulled by a tyrannical spiritual force.

next moment.

Lin Tong stood in a sky with rolling dark clouds, and the boundary of space was the boundless blue sky.

"How could this be my 'Tianyoutong,' magic power method..."

Lin Tong exclaimed.

now.

The space in which he stood was a magical space created by Zhao Feng with the help of the divine eye.

"That's right, your 'Tianyoutong', the secret technique, has been learned by me, and it has been integrated into my profound meaning of electricity. I was tortured by you for nearly ten hours before, and I have the right to pay the tuition."

Zhao Feng smiled lightly.

As soon as the voice fell, in the blue sky space, dark clouds and lightning flashed, and one after another thunder, fell from the sky.

Lin Tong wanted to struggle, and there was a trace of blue electric chains around him, binding him, his whole body was paralyzed, and it was difficult to move.

"Break it for me"

Lin Tong urged the spirit of mysticism to break through this blue sky illusion.

However, Zhao Feng's spiritual source is very powerful. Under the control of the "God's Eye", this blue sky illusion is extremely solid and changing.

"How can you have such a high level of spiritual illusion."

Lin Tong was bombarded by thunder and lightning, his whole body was charred black, and he looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief.

Zhao Feng's divine illusion technique was no trivial matter before he participated in the alliance event.

This is related to the "phantom fish map" he comprehended.

The Illusory Fish Diagram, which belongs to the phantom formation of the formation technique, is essentially the same as the spiritual illusion technique.

Zhao Feng comprehended the profound illusion of fish, which made him feel like a duck to water in the aspect of spiritual illusion.

It is for this reason that Zhao Feng was able to learn Lin Tong's secret technique of Tianyoutong in a short period of time, and integrate it into his own.

"The blue sky illusion created by me is controlled by the eyes of the gods, the magic power is stronger, and it is difficult to break through. It is integrated into the profound meaning of electricity, and it has the ability to attack xìng, see how long you can last.

Zhao Feng smiled coldly.

As if, this is a battle of "jīng magic".

Zhao Feng came up later and bound Lin Tong in the blue sky illusion.

rumbling—

Dark clouds, thunder and lightning, violent storms, and endless bombardment on Lin Tong.

An hour later.

Lin Tong's spirit was sluggish, he had no resistance, and his consciousness was almost blurred.

The decisive battle platform.

"thump"

Lin Tong was half-knelt on the ground, his body was dripping with cold sweat, his face was pale and weak.