On the ring arena, it is extremely quiet and looks extremely strange. The two teenagers stand quietly there 16 or 7 meters apart, without even a trace of wind. The clothes on the man in black robe dance without wind, and invisible and mysterious forces gradually penetrate the world.

It is a helpless, strange and even cold force, even omnipresent. No matter how powerful your defense is, everything will be deeply trapped in it at this glance.

The black pupils of the man in the black robe continued to condense, like a deep vortex, and a dark blue halo formed in the middle of the vortex, forming an inverse proportion to the black pupils, and would turn to the other side, like a gear.

With the reverse rotation of his pupils, the surrounding space seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and gradually faded a little. However, the boy in black robe at this time was undoubtedly the king of this area. All the creatures here would bow to him, no matter whether the other party was a creature or an object.

However, in front of the boy with black robe, there was a silver-haired boy. The boy's long robe danced in the dim air. The silver willow tree on his eyebrows flashed with golden light, and a trance suddenly appeared on the boy's face, as if his soul had flown out of his body, as if his soul had floated out of his body and was imprisoned in another dark space.

The black space was changing at an extremely fast speed. Countless chains fell from the sky, and then interspersed in the air and spread continuously, instantly forming a huge, cold, strange, lonely and cold chain ball. When the big ball was formed, it would not shrink, causing the boy to be completely trapped in it.

At this time, the black-haired boy Ling Du and in the air, his eyes were filled with a dark blue light, and he was as condescending as a king.

"I am worthy of being the four newcomers of the alliance and the chief disciple of the Soul Control Hall. This cage constructed by spiritual illusions makes people's consciousness and spirit deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. This is this move..."

Yang Shaohua's eyes could not help but narrowed. He had to admit that Xu Lang's strength was indeed very strong, and he had reached a peak in the spiritual realm.

I have used my mental secret technique to control my mental power and let my mental power fall into the bottomless abyss, but only a body is left. If I really get stuck in it, then my body is a walking corpse without consciousness. What a terrible thing that would be. Even if you are strong, you can only instinctively defend against the enemy and eventually be killed.

However, this is his state in reality. The spirit in his eyes gradually weakened, and he looked at the opposite side more and more without any sense of despair.

"Since you are also proficient in the spiritual realm, you also know that the passage of time here is completely inversely proportional to the outside, and it can be said that it is thousands of times. One day here, there are only a few breaths in the outside world. However, in these breaths, I will let you experience the pleasure brought to you by the Soul Eye!"

Xu Liang showed a hideous smile on his face, and then a thorny gray chain transformed from the chain ball, and he thrust hard at Yang Shaohua.

The mental chain was pulled down fiercely on Yang Shaohua's body, causing him to let out a muffled groan. Then there was a blood mark on his body. This blood mark was only in the spiritual interface, but it was completely unaffected in reality. However, it made people feel like they had experienced a great war, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, and wanted to fall asleep.

"I see how long you can last. According to the time calculation here, it is very good for ordinary people to persist for one hour. Qin Qing's stinky girl actually persisted for more than ten hours, but in the end she cracked it. It really excited me. I wonder how long you can see this?"

Xu Lang stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips slightly. The sound was even twisted. He waved his arms and the prison chains shot up again, whistling the wind, thrusting hard at Yang Shaohua.

Smack sex~~

The chains kept twitching on Yang Shaohua, which made his consciousness weaker and his body even dim. The pain of the mentally irritated consciousness is not something that ordinary people can bear.

However, everything is not absolute. If a person has extremely high willpower, then his spiritual soul will be very solid and heavy, and he can hold on for a very long time.

Therefore, the caster is not without weaknesses. If the spiritual will of the object of his casting has reached the extreme, just like Qin Qing, even dozens of times stronger than her, then even if the caster is not similar, he will die due to his mental power exhaustion.

However, whenever you enter the spiritual realm, your mental power will be much stronger than ordinary people. If the spiritual source is extremely powerful, your mental power will be much greater than that of people in the same world.

Having said that, at this time, Yang Shaohua suffered endless torture in the cage, it was completely a feeling that life was worse than death.

If it is just a chain whip, then forget it, but the chain can transform into shapes in the air, and almost all eighteen weapons are used, that is completely beyond the pain that ordinary people imagine.

"It seems that I guessed it's almost the same. That guy Qin Qing is indeed a madman. He should know Xu Lang's attack method, so he condensed the seeds of sword intent. However, if this is true, then this woman is really terrible!"

Yang Shaohua's mouth twitched slightly, and he endured the blow from his spiritual consciousness. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Qin Qing's terribleness was completely beyond his imagination.

It would be great if ordinary martial artists could last here for an hour in the later stage, but the great masters who are more diligent in martial artists cannot exceed two hours.

Here is a completely indescribable pain, and you can only know the pain in it unless you have really experienced it.

At this moment, Yang Shaohua finally knew why no one could escape Xu Lang's glance, and he could not breathe for a moment. However, an hour or two had passed here, and his mental consciousness was trapped in the prison, so this pain was speechless.

"You are worthy of being a person in the passage. Your ability to withstand is much stronger than you imagined. Even under such a fierce attack, there was no exhaustion. It's really extraordinary!"

Xu Lang was floating in the dark space.

"You didn't expect that there were more, keep going!"

Yang Shaohua curled a sneer on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were quietly observing the environment here.

"At this time, let me see how strong you are!"

Xu Lang seemed to be angry by Yang Shaohua's words, and began to attack frantically, and the power increased most. From the initial weapon, it gradually changed and began to be mixed with natural forces, strong winds, glaciers, flames, etc.

However, Yang Shaohua in the prison looked at everything in front of him calmly, with no expression on his face, as if he was paralyzed by this torture, and quietly endured all of this.

In fact, at this moment, he was also looking for Xu Lang's flaws, because through the previous few games, he also understood that no matter how hurt he was here, the physical body outside was not damaged at all. This was the strength of mental power.

However, Yang Shaohua's spiritual source is so powerful that even Qin Qing, who condensed the sword intent, may not be his opponent. At this time, the willow branches and leaves on his eyebrows became more violent, and the silver luster became more and more intense in his eyes.

The two of them had no performance in the spiritual field. On the competition arena, Xu Lang and Yang Shaohua confront each other from afar. Xu Lang's eyes were like an abyss, and the dark blue light kept turning.

On the other hand, Yang Shaohua was much quieter, but in his pupils, the extremely sharp silver luster was getting brighter and brighter.

The audience in the audience calmed down at this time and did not dare to breathe for a while. However, time passed by everyone's nervousness. One breath, two breaths, and three breaths. Time passed by, clearly in a few breaths, but it gave people the feeling of living like a year.

However, after five or six breaths, cold sweat oozed out from Xu Lang's forehead, and his body couldn't help but struggle, clenched his hands into fists and clenched them.

The senior executives of the Soul Control Hall were always paying attention to the movements on the field, but the result now was completely beyond their expectations. The silver-haired boy had not been solved yet. You should know that in the league, no one except Qin Qing, could have seen this for so long in Xu Lang.

"This kid is a bit weird. Xu Lang's situation is a bit bad. It seems that under his attack, the kid has not changed at all, and even has no substantial damage!"

The great elder of the Soul Control Hall showed a solemn look on his face and said lightly. When the others heard the words of the great elder, they couldn't help but take a breath and a look of shock on their faces, because Xu Lang's attack only required one breath at most, and it was obvious that the field was beyond their imagination.

Because they could clearly see that although Yang Shaohua's eyes were a little dull, his silver hair was flying, revealing his tender face, and he actually smiled, as if he didn't care about Xu Lang's attacks at all.

"This is impossible, how can you persist in this..."

In the space, Xu Lang's face was calm. Looking at Yang Shaohua in the cage, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. The guy in front of him was really weird. Under the torture of his mental power, the other party didn't sound like nothing could be heard. You know, he tortured several times and disappeared.

At this time, he had an illusion that he was not attacking life, but instead attacking a stone, but this stubborn stone even absorbed some of his mental power.

"Okay, I'm bored. I've almost touched your mental attack!"

Xu Lang's attack belongs to the spiritual illusion, which is similar to the one in the black-robed man at the time, but it is not as powerful as the other party's attack. The key is the illusion, but this has no effect on Yang Shaohua at all.

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Shaohua's wooden eyes suddenly burst out with silver light...
Chapter completed!