Chatper 106 (1/2)

Above the stand, everyone, even the well-informed Jiufeng Peak Masters, had their eyes sluggish.

"Just now, what happened?"

"Seven instruments, that's seven instruments!"

"How did he detonate seven instruments at the same time?"

"In this way, Chu Yan's mind must be seriously damaged!"

"This is simply a way of injuring the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred!"

"Crazy, utterly crazy!"

...

A tsunami-like voice of discussion came from above the stands.

The so-called mind is used to control spiritual thoughts, and the so-called spiritual thoughts can be understood as the spiritual power of a cultivator.

To sacrifice a magic weapon, you need to use the blood of the cultivator as a guide, and your mind drives a ray of spirituality to attach to the magic tool. That is, the ritual was successful.

As we all know, once the cultivator's ritual weapon is damaged, the cultivator's mind will be damaged because of the connection between the minds.

As for the explosion of the magic weapon, it directly destroys the spiritual sense attached to the magic weapon, so the mind of the owner of the magic weapon will be severely damaged.

The mind controls the spiritual sense, and the spiritual sense drives the magic weapon. If the mind is damaged too seriously, the cultivator will not be able to drive the magic weapon easily in the future.

Chu Yan has now detonated seven magical instruments at the same time!

In the eyes of everyone, it is simply a self-cut way, and it is extremely crazy.

"Senior brother, how could this kid do this, is he dying? His mind is seriously damaged, and he is very likely to become an idiot, or even die!"

Taoist Xuanqing said anxiously at this time, he didn't want his disciple to be a widow.

"It doesn't matter, this son has always been cautious in doing things. I think it must be the secret skill of cultivating spiritual sense that he dared to do this!"

Shui Tianyu's brows were slightly wrinkled. Even so, there was still some worry for Chu Yan in his heart.

Qi Tianlie had a gloomy smile on his face, and Hua Mengqi and Ruoxiwen were both pale and worried.

After a full ten breaths, the gunpowder smoke on the arena dissipated...

Seeing the scene above the ring, everyone's eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.

On the ground that was dilapidated and full of rubble and fragments of instruments, two figures appeared.

Chu Yan's feet sank two inches into the ground, pulling out a ravine dozens of meters long on the ground. A right hand with scattered white bones was dripping with blood, tightly holding a handle that was seven meters long. The fiery red giant sword blade, the giant sword was dimly lit at this time, and it was crumbling.

The bloodstains on the more than ten small wounds on Chu Yan's pale face have dried up. The strange thing is that he is smiling at this time, and there is a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

There was only one thought in everyone's mind at this time, this man is too cruel!

On the opposite side of Chu Yan was a figure whose face was completely wrapped in cloud-like flames.

It is Hua Tengming!