Master Wenda let out a painful groan.

The so-called control of spiritual thought power is also the communication between the true essence in the body and the external world's energy. Under the backlash of the true essence, this backlash also directly affects his spiritual thought power world.

The tiny blood on his forehead was shattered, and the black and hard skin shattered like glass. Extremely fine blood beads kept oozing out, flowing up and down his forehead. Because it was too small, it was instantly frozen by the cold wind around it, looking extremely strange.

His pupils were also covered with blood, and bloody thoughts covered the whites of his eyes, giving people a feeling that they were even about to seep out of his eyes.

However, compared with these trauma visible to the naked eye, the tiny nerve endings of his brain were more severely impacted. The tiny nerves that control all human perceptions were almost instantly destroyed. What was transmitted into his brain was not just pain, but countless smells of torture seemed to be nailed into the depths of his mind, and then spread in his body and stirred into a ball.

Even though he practices all year round and even challenges what ordinary people are most reluctant to do, making the state of mind of this Tantric master as strong and thorough as glass, the instant backlash still makes the master's body in an unbalanced and unspeakable mania.

With this painful groan, his right hand stabbed Lin Yi irritably.

His hands were always hanging down beside him. When he reached out and stabbed forward, everyone looked at the sudden shadows and realized that his hands were also particularly long.

His hand was almost two feet longer than ordinary people, and he held a triangular demon-subduing pestle in his right hand. Although he was mad and had almost no tricks, because he was extremely long, the thorn was still terrible.

But he was facing Lin Yi who was preparing for the momentum.

His perception was not affected at all. Even because of the crazy flow of qi and blood in his body, all perceptions became more sensitive, and the power accumulated in his body became more intense.

The moment the light brought by the demon-subduing pestle fell to his throat, his whole body moved several feet, and his right fist also smashed out fiercely, hitting Master Wenda's right arm.

A click.

Master Wenda's right wrist was broken directly, and his right hand was like a piece of rotten wood on his right hand.

With random swings, the demon-subduing pestle flew out.

The moment everyone's screams sounded, Master Wenda's chaotic and vibrating body suddenly fell to the ground like a giant tower. With this moment, this powerful Tantric master actually controlled the energy in his body. He did not retreat, and his left hand hit Lin Yi's nose like lightning.

Lin Yi smiled.

The smile he had appeared strange at this moment.

Few advanced practitioners like to fight in close combat, but he is an exception.

The Tantric Master launched a counterattack in such a short time, but this happened to be his favorite way of fighting.

His body stopped forcibly, and his knees did not even bend at all, but his spine shook like a whip again.

The new power in his body was like a living creature, penetrated into his left hand and drove his left hand out.

His left hand was like a quick knife slashing out, slashing towards the other party's left arm.

Master Wenda did not dodge.

The moment of battle was like he had drawn up a world of rules, and it was impossible to change anything.

His body was filled with a manic meaning and swam wildly in his meridians, and finally continued to gather in his left hand.

A loud bang exploded.

Countless rays of energy exploded around the two of them.

The ground under the two of them shattered, and the debris flew, and their bodies were also shaking. However, at this moment, Master Wenda's blood-colored pupils instantly filled with endless shock.

He felt that there was a piece missing in his left hand.

For a practitioner like him who can even ignore the body, even if his hands are broken, it will not bring him such a strong sense of shock.

Lin Yi's left hand was like a giant beast, directly swallowing the true energy of his left hand.

At this time, he had no time to think about what secret technique Lin Yi practiced. However, the break of his right hand made him very clear that after losing the protection of his true energy, his left hand might also break in the next moment.

But he didn't want to take back his left hand.

The true energy in his body was still rushing towards his left hand, winning moments for himself, but his whole body suddenly relaxed, and the muscles in his body became extremely soft, even giving people a

The seeds were like bones disappearing from his body, and his whole body was like a softened beef tendon.

With a scream, his arm suddenly stretched several feet long, and his whole arm was extremely soft and bent. His left hand slammed and landed on the back of Lin Yi's neck.

A scream did not sound until this time.

The exclamation started to break with his previous right hand, but when the exclamation sounded, his left hand was weak and boneless, like a snake tangled and beaten, thrusting on the back of Lin Yi's neck.

The back of the head and the back of the neck are one of the weakest parts of any practitioner. In the eyes of this Tantric master, even if he lost most of the power of his true energy, the speed of his left hand and the power of his flexible and powerful body that he had practiced over the years can still cause a fatal blow to this practitioner.

There was a dull bang.

If you defeat Ge.

Lin Yizheng's body, which was shocked, stopped being beaten by this blow, and anyone could feel the weight of this blow, but the breathing of this Tantric master completely stopped.

He suddenly felt very vulnerable.

This feeling of fragility is like the feeling of his tender hands slapping on the yak when he had not started practicing in childhood.

In his perception at this moment, Lin Yi's flesh was like an extremely thick layer of leather armor, and there was a thick oil film inside.

The power that is enough to make a normal practitioner lie down in an instant is as decadent and weak as a branch whipping on a yak.

Lin Yi didn't feel much.

He just felt a slight swelling between the back of his neck and his entire head, and there was a slight stinging pain between his cervical spine.

He clenched his right hand and smashed it towards the Tantric master.

Dong!

Master Wenda's chest and back sounded like a drum beat.

His chest was sunken, and the true energy that surged into his chest did not play much defensive role.

puff!

A mouthful of blood shot out from Master Wenda's mouth. His tall and thin body flew directly toward the rear. With a horrifying scream, he collided with a group of ascetic monks who had been completely stunned behind him.

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