bookandnovel Chapter 259
Chapter 259
It wasn't just Mo Qingcheng, at this moment, all of them were imprisoned by that terrible force.
Jiang Tianming did not hesitate at all, and came directly to the thirty-three-foot-high boundary monument that was confined between the sky and the earth.
With a move of divine mind, everything was enveloped, and he wanted to invade it.
"Puff--"
On the surface of the boundary marker, ripples appeared like water waves, but no matter Jiang Tianming moved into the spirit, he could not enter the boundary marker.
"Is it because of Mo Qingcheng...?"
Jiang Tianming gave up the first move to explore the boundary monument.
This boundary monument involves the power of the heavens and the earth, which is definitely not forged by the refiner.
But now, even if Jiang Tianming's spirit is thousands of times more powerful than Mo Qingcheng, he can't invade the inside of the boundary monument.
However, Mo Qingcheng had indeed successfully used the boundary marker before and shattered the boundary talisman he had brought to the upper boundary.
The only connection in all this is the Qingyu Sect.
There is the mark of Qingyuzong on the boundary talisman, and there is also on the boundary stele, and this Mo Qingcheng is the Qingyu Sect Master.
It is conceivable that if you want to break the game, you must first start with Mo Qingcheng.
"In this way, there is no other way..."
Jiang Tianming thought about it in his heart, and had a decision in an instant.
"Three Plagues Millstone!"
Almost instantly, a thought arose in Jiang Tianming's heart.
At the moment his thoughts arose, a huge grinding disc phantom instantly enveloped Mo Qingcheng.
And that millpan phantom also descended within the Sea of Consciousness in the Purple Mansion of Moqing City at the same moment.
Jiang Tianming's mind moved, and the situation within Moqing City's Purple Mansion's Sea of Knowledge appeared in front of Jiang Tianming's eyes more delicately.
The Zi Mansion of Moqing City has a territory of tens of kilometers.
In terms of conversion, it has a territory of tens of thousands of meters, and this scale is quite extraordinary.
And the spiritual white mist within it has gradually condensed into shape.
Although it has never been like Jiang Tianming, all Mental Energy are condensed into three plague millstones.
But there is also one tenth, condensed into a long sword.
This sword currently looks very illusory, and it also reveals a bit of chilly air.
The soul-refining method obtained by Mo Qingcheng.
It seems to be borrowing this chilly air and the sharp aura of the long sword to achieve the purpose of refining the soul.
Jiang Tianming knows its depth when he looks at it.
According to common sense, Mo Qingcheng's current mental strength is extremely impressive.
But in Jiang Tianming's comparison, even if his long sword is all condensed into a row, it is afraid that it cannot withstand the crushing of the three plagues.
This is a kind of intuition, the mind projection of the Three Plagues Grinding Disc contempt for this illusory long sword.
With the three plagues millpan phantom coming crashing down on the sea of consciousness in the purple mansion, the dove occupied the magpie's nest.
Mo Qingcheng, where would I not know what Jiang Tianming was thinking.
"Get out...!"
When Mo Qingcheng's heart was in fear, his spirit roared even more.
Seeing that there were still some illusory sword shadows in the Purple Mansion's Sea of Consciousness, it instantly vibrated.
The buzzing sound was loud, and layers of ice ballast could even be seen entangled towards the phantom of the grinding disc.
"Woo-"
The giant sword formed by Mental Energy of Mo Qingcheng shined brightly at this moment.
The whole long sword whistled directly, being mobilized by his mind.
Directly slashed towards the grinding disc phantom that descended above.
From this point, it is not difficult to see that Mo Qingcheng also felt instantaneously, and this grinding disc phantom was transformed by Jiang Tianming Mental Energy.
Now they are all in the confrontation of Mental Energy.
This kind of confrontation seems to be nothing from the outside.
But it is true that the risk is extremely high, extremely high!
A rout will cause wounds that are difficult for the soul to repair.
"cut--"
The giant sword is under the control of Mo Qingcheng.
Directly carrying fierce power and biting chill, absolutely cut to Jiang Tianming's mental grinding disc.
Zifu Zhihai is also constantly pouring and gathering strength on the giant sword.
Even this Sea of Consciousness Space is constantly oppressing the Spirit Grinding Disc.
After all, it is the Purple Mansion Space of Moqing City, and it naturally has many advantages that Jiang Tianming can't compare to it when fighting at home.
However, these advantages are, but also relatively limited.
As long as the strength of the away game is strong enough, the strength of the home game can also be crushed easily.
"Crunch—"
Just when all the forces such as the giant sword came to greet him.
Jiang Tianming's three plagues grinding plate also turned slightly at this time, and made a thick and dull sound.
"Kaka——"
"Crack—"
"Bang, bang, bang—"
A simple tiny movement.
However, all the pressure covering the millstone was fettered and shackled to pieces.
For a time, the giant sword of Mental Energy condensed in the sea of consciousness in the purple mansion of Moqing City began to crack from the tip of the sword.
The cracks are like a person stepping on the thin ice.
It was almost into a prairie fire, with countless cracks all over the long sword.
Finally, with the sound of "...bang", it completely burst into white mist in the sea of consciousness in the Purple Mansion.
"Ahhhhh-"
Mo Qingcheng's eyes were suddenly covered with red blood, and the terrifying pain eroded almost all of his mind.
It took hundreds of years of soul refining to condense the great sword of the soul, and it was actually ground into powder, turned into a heavy white mist of Mental Energy, overflowing the sea of consciousness in the Purple Mansion.
This kind of spirit, even the pain that is connected to the soul, is dozens of times more painful than the physical body.
Even though Mo Qingcheng was the Nascent Soul middle stage, he roared out in pain at this moment.
He didn't notice even the hoarse throat.
After the roar, Mo Qingcheng's body couldn't help shaking slightly.
Like a spasm, there is no way to get rid of this pain in a short time.
"Crunch—"
In the Purple Mansion's Sea of Consciousness, there was the sound of a grinding disc rotating again.
"Om—"
A round of black sun descended.
Zifu Zhihai in Moqing City instantly turned into darkness.
A black wind overflowed from the grinding mouth of the mental grinding wheel, blowing towards the sea of consciousness in the purple house of Moqing City.
That kind of coldness was simply colder than the previous giant sword in Mo Qingcheng, and it was hundreds of times more terrifying.
It seems that even the soul, spirit, and body of a person can be frozen.
Under the black sun.
It can be clearly seen that the Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness in the tens of kilometers of Moqing City, the area that was originally shining brightly, seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.
Self-illuminated, immersed in the boundless darkness. .
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