My script is a supporting role

Mo Chen repeatedly stimulated Xuanyu Wushuang with words, just to remind the other party:

"You can't!"

"You can't do this!"

"You are not as powerful as you think!"

"You are not as perfect as you think!"

Such psychological hints may be completely acceptable to ordinary people.

After all, no one is perfect, and no one can be omnipotent and omnipotent.

But for Xuanyu Wushuang, who is always pursuing perfection, it is the most unbearable.

In fact, Mo Chen also knew that the bosses were bosses after all.

Maybe one day, when the gods of these big bosses are fully awakened, they can transform into countless clones, each with countless skills.

Right now, all this trivial skill is not a problem at all.

But today, at this moment, Mo Chen firmly believed that Xuanyu Wushuang probably couldn't do this.

In this way, losing the "imperfect self" to a "little person" like Mo Chen will become an inextricable knot in Xuan Yu Wushuang's heart.

Too much pursuit of perfection, but have to face their own "imperfection".

Originally always high above, but had to face a "failure" that could not be washed away.

Under this kind of stimulation, Xuanyu Wushuang's cultivation state of mind will definitely be affected.

This is the gift Mo Chen left him.

Practitioners, also cultivate the mind.

If the mind is restless, the entry will be unstable.

The mental state of practice is affected, and if it cannot be eliminated for a long time, it may even breed and become a demon.

Speaking of inner demons, Mo Chen couldn't help but think of Lin Jin.

Lin Jin has a very murderous intention, but whenever his heart is stagnant, he wants to kill him.

When Mo Chen was still in the Qingli Sect, Lin Jin tried to kill him several times, but he never succeeded.

"Speaking of it this way, Lin Jin has been unable to get through his thoughts since he has been unable to kill me..."

"As time goes on, is it possible that demons will also breed?"

This thought did not make Mo Chen feel comfortable, but began to feel a little uneasy.

With Lin Jin's murderous intent, it's not as simple as killing one or two.

Judging from his past history, with just one marriage, he can kill the entire family of his opponent without leaving any.

"If this guy really breeds demons, will something big happen in Qinglizong?"

A picture suddenly popped up in front of Mo Chen's eyes.

On the 38 hills of the Qingli Sect, there are broken walls everywhere, blood flows like rivers, and corpses are everywhere.

There was only one man covered in blood and with fierce eyes, who held up a big blue sword, and his suicidal aura shot up to the sky, causing the world to change color.

Such a scene made Mo Chen feel a little nervous.

Others may not necessarily, but with Lin Jin's temperament, it is really possible to do such a thing.

After thinking about it, I felt that I was still worrying too much.

"In any case, the person he wants to kill is actually only me."

"I'm not in the Qingli Sect anymore, who else can he kill?"

Chapter 233 The Dust Settled

The sound of fierce fighting in the ascending fairy building was still rapid, and bursts of force came out from inside, shaking all the doors, windows, tables and chairs outside to pieces.

The burly man felt a little anxious.

As a martial artist in the Spiritual Realm, he has always been confident in his physical strength and martial skills.

Otherwise, [restaurant] would not let him sit on the key position of [chef] on the seventh floor.

Being able to sit in this position means that he is the top level of combat power on the entire seventh floor.

But he had been wrestling with this teenage boy for a long time, and he didn't have the slightest advantage!

Not only that, but the aura of this young man when he made a move seemed to be even stronger than him.

Isn't this guy only cultivated in the enlightened realm?

Mo Chen remained silent, and only used his full strength to attack every step of the way!

It was his only real body who fought against the chef on the seventh floor.

These days, he has already rushed his Jin Jun magic power from the third level to the fifth level to the fourth level [True Demon Suppressing Soul].

The practice of magic arts is to use the body as a furnace to melt the vitality of the world.

In the case of sufficient vitality reserves, the entry of magic skills can actually be very fast.

However, if the progress of practice is too fast, it is easy for the state of mind to fail to keep up with the progress of practice, so that the mind cannot fully control its own power, and in the end it is controlled by the power cultivated.

There are many members of the Demon Sect, because they are too pursuing the growth of strength and lack of self-cultivation. In the end, they deviate in practice and go crazy.

This is also one of the main reasons why Momen has been regarded as a different kind by the practice world for so many years.

But after all, Mo Chen has been a human being in two lives, and has gone through a lot of tempering, and his mind has become very stable.

The current progress is far from causing trouble to him.

But today, he wants to use this martial artist in the Spiritual Realm to test the results of his cultivation.

The fourth layer [True Devil Soul Rescue] not only greatly improves the physical strength and strength on the basis of the third layer, but also supplements the "soul suppression" exercise to remove impurities in the practitioner's heart.

From the third floor to the fourth floor, the most difficult part to break through is also here.

It's just that Mo Chen's soul art has been cultivated to a certain level, and the level of "suppressing the soul" has been easily passed without any hindrance.

The current Mo Chen is not like the chef on the seventh floor, his moves have a dazzling fighting glow, which looks extremely cool.

On the contrary, apart from the golden gleam in his body and the blue eyes, his punches and kicks have nothing fancy, and they seem plain.

But with such flat fists and kicks, every time they hit, it seemed to drive the entire space around Mo Chen, pressing towards the opponent together.

"It turns out that the meaning of the word "soul suppression" not only has the effect of calming the mind and soul of the practitioner, but also means powerful oppression for the opponent."

Under the pressure of such a space, the cool martial arts skills of the strong and big man cannot be fully displayed. After a long time, it will make him feel more stressed and anxious.

In order to get rid of the pressure brought by his opponent, the chef on the seventh floor started to attack quickly.

"Tom tom tom tom!"

The fighting glow skyrocketed, and fists and feet fell like meteors.

The initial self-confidence of the burly man has begun to shake, and now he just wants to use the shortest time to resolve this battle.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Mo Chen received the opponent's attacks continuously, but was still punched in the shoulder.

Mo Chen's figure just flickered and then stood still again. Instead, he took advantage of the gap where the old strength of the burly man had exhausted his new strength, bullied him, twisted his waist with a wrong step, and smashed an ordinary straight fist at the building on the seventh floor. Chef's chest.

The burly man didn't expect that this young man would be able to break through his attack under his rushing attack. When he reacted, Mo Chen's fist had already hit his chest hard with powerful space force.

"Tom!"

The burly man felt that what hit him was not a fist, but a whole mountain.

There was a severe pain in his chest, and his strong body was actually sent flying by this punch.

"boom!"

Another pillar was broken by the flying body of the chef on the seventh floor.

Finally, the entire Dengxian Tower couldn't hold it anymore, and it collapsed suddenly, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Those who were still watching outside hurriedly dispersed, looking into the collapsed ruins while running.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Dust covered the line of sight, but the dull beating sound inside was still resounding hastily.

Since they couldn't see what was going on inside, the onlookers felt even more flustered.

"Tom!"

Finally, a large figure flew out of the dust again and hit the ground heavily.

The burly man fell to the ground with bruised brows and eyes, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Although he could still see the ups and downs of his chest breathing, he had collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up.

Amidst the dust, Mo Chen walked out quietly, the corner of his eyes swept over the big man, and he left without saying a word.

He was not walking fast.

But while walking, it seemed that the space around him fluctuated with his movements.

Among the onlookers, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

"Clang clang!"

Several black-clothed assassins raised their swords in their hands, and they all attacked the young man in front.

Each long sword carried a sharp sword aura, so fierce that even the sidewalk trees were affected, and countless leaves were cut and broken by the sword aura, flying in the air.

There were many rips on the young man's clothes, and his hair was a little disheveled, but the big golden sword in his hand was still very stable.

Facing the fierce offensive launched by the opponent, a smile suddenly appeared in the boy's eyes.

The long sword is stretched forward, but it will not come out.

In an instant, the broken leaves all over the sky suddenly froze in the air as if time had paused.

But in the air that seemed to be about to freeze, it was filled with an incomparably sharp and chilling intent.

These black-clothed assassins are all sword cultivators, and they can see the subtlety of the tricks in front of them at a glance.

"Sword Intent!"

Qiqi, the black-clothed assassin, shuddered.

Those who can comprehend the sword intent are definitely not ordinary sword cultivators!

The long sword in the boy's hand finally stabbed out.

The sharp and unparalleled sword intent immediately moved across the world.

Feng Yao stared strangely at Mo Chen, who was holding a big book in his hand with his chest open, not knowing what this weird guy was going to do.

Mo Chen grinned, and suddenly threw the ancient book in his hand into the air.

Dozens of giant golden mosquitoes suddenly appeared in the air, accurately catching the ancient big book.

The slender mosquito legs stretched like a machine, locked the big book with a click, and flew away with a swish.

"So you want to leave?"

Feng Yao's eyes narrowed, and she wanted to make a move.

At this time, there was a sudden boom of houses collapsing in the city.

Feng Yao just blinked and saw that it was the place where Dengxian Tower was located, so she couldn't help being startled.

Ascending the Immortal Tower, it was actually destroyed?

Before she could react, there was a strong sound of gold and iron clanging from another place, and the sharp and vertical sword intent could be felt from far away.

Feng Yao finally frowned.