He is really sad.

In order to prevent one's own perception from being able to detect the other party's true power, and being forced to incite the true energy to carry out comprehensive defense, it is naturally the most reliable method in normal times.

But this method of wrapping himself into a true energy ball, which fell into his eyes at this moment, was really stupid.

These ascetic monks in Mobei did not even have to really stimulate their power, and they had consumed a lot of their true energy. What's more, the most important thing is that these ascetic monks forced out all the powerful men in the Guanlong army.

In his opinion, it was better to say that the methods of these ascetic monks at this time were like the attack method of the divine art of severing consciousness, and it was rather a unique means of spiritual pressure and qi testing.

Obviously, on this entire battlefield, the higher the cultivation level, the more severe the sensation the person will be.

The Purgatory God made these people feel something wrong with their perception, feel their vision distorted, and their skin burned... All these problems are actually because the true energy in their bodies is strong enough, and being triggered by the Sanskrit sounds of these ascetic monks, it is the subtle vibration caused by the true energy in their bodies around their bodies.

At this time, all the practitioners who were not at the realm of divine thoughts had almost no reaction, especially those practitioners below the realm of Chengtian, who seemed to have no special feeling to them.

This undoubtedly confirmed his judgment.

He was originally an existence with higher cultivation than the Purgatory God King and others. He felt that the problems had occurred were bigger just now, but he was just calm enough, so he did not become one of them.

He felt that although the cultivation level of the Purgatory God King and others was worse than that of him, the reason for this result at this time was that these people were too afraid of death.

It has reached such a time when we have to fight to the death, but we are still so afraid of death. In his eyes, there is a useless waste.

At this time, he even suspected that these ascetic monks in Mobei really did not have powerful attack methods, and they just used this method to consume the true energy of these people.

The key is that he is even sure that even if there is a method of attack, it is impossible to be so powerful that they have no other way to save real energy and be able to deal with it in a more concealed way except for this method.

These actions exchanged the ascetic monks of the wood for their own true essence to the precious true essence of these people. As a result, these ascetic monks have won.

This is on the battlefield, being forced to reveal one's true energy is equivalent to showing all the trump cards of one's side to the enemy's eyes.

Only his trump card is left.

However, when the word "waste" was released, he had completely lost confidence in these people and he was not ready to stay in such a battlefield anymore.

He was ready to abandon these people completely, including Hebayue, who seemed to be more sober than these people.

What he said at the beginning was indeed true.

As the inheritor of the Western King of Survey, he is the best among all of these people who are good at hiding their own aura. He is even confident enough to change the aura of his true essence and magical instruments.

As long as he wants to truly hide in the world, after he leaves this battlefield, there will be no practitioner in the world who can find him out.

However, at this moment, the fifth Sanskrit sound rang out.

"Well!"

This is a brand new scale. The accents of these ascetic monks in the north of the Mobei were originally very different from those in the Southern Dynasties and most places in the Northern Wei Dynasty. However, when this scale sounded, it was very similar to the children of the Southern Dynasties and Northern Wei Dynasty calling their mothers. The word "mom" when they called mothers, and it even had a sincere taste with a milk sound.

The true energy in the Western King's body had already quietly flowed.

He is leaving.

His true energy aura was hidden very cleverly, and even those who were so close at hand could not feel any strange aura fluctuations.

However, when the sound of the Brahma sounded, his body trembled.

An uncontrollable whirlwind from his lips and teeth.

He didn't know the specific feelings of the Purgatory God King and others at this time, but for him, he felt the meridians in his body burning.

He could calmly ignore this feeling, but his true energy was not under his control and caused a slight fluctuation!

The true energy of a practitioner like him is too powerful for the world. Even if it is just a slight fluctuation, it will instantly distort the air around him.

Swish!

Countless winds suddenly surged around his body.

Under the abnormal fluctuations of the true energy in his body, many heaven and earth energy swept and sucked the air, forming a rope-like wind beam.

These wind beams whipped around him randomly, knocking out a large amount of soil on the ground around him, and knocking down some Northern Wei soldiers who had just rushed to him to the ground.

The tremor of the Western Tour King only lasted for a short moment, and in the next moment, his body seemed a little stiff.

His face was a little gloomy, not much obvious.

Change, but he couldn't help but feel shocked.

This method can actually actively arouse some resonance of the true energy in the body of a powerful practitioner!

This seems to be a method of experiencing qi. Until this time, the methods of these ascetic monks seemed to be just to find out the powerful practitioners in the enemy and expose them to everyone's sight.

But this method is suddenly incredibly dangerous for him who wants to leave the battlefield and no longer be discovered by the human world.

"Hum!"

His body was a little stiff, but the grand Sanskrit sound did not stop.

At this time, he felt the approach of a true true energy power.

This true energy power is like the warm steam in the bathhouse on earth, but it only carries a dull pressure and slowly penetrates into people's skin. However, this true energy power makes him feel an indelible and imprinted breath.

It’s like using your own spirit, your true energy, and even your own vitality to carve the seal in their bodies!

He suddenly turned around, and his murderous eyes fell fiercely on the ascetic monks. The light in his eyes kept flashing, as if he was about to completely erase these people from the world in the flash.

He found it absurd and terrifying.

He didn't expect that his retreat would be completely cut off by these ascetic monks who came from Mobei and who seemed to be completely threatening!

These people actually used some means that even he could not understand, to engrave him with a mark of vitality.

Who is this imprint of vitality left to perceive?

The answer is self-evident.

He could leave directly from here, but these ascetic monks probably left all of them, such powerful men, to the Demon Sect with traceable marks!

He may be able to completely perceive and erase these marks, but he doesn't know whether it is simple or easy or how much time it will take. Just like he doesn't know when the elusive demon sect will reappear in the world.

He just thought it was ridiculous if he wanted to leave.

He also knew that anger was the most useless emotion, but when this absurd and terrifying feeling entwined in his heart, he still couldn't help but get angry.

Swish!

The true energy in his body bloomed with anger.
Chapter completed!