"It's the power of emotions again?" Ye Xiu shook his head secretly, feeling a sense of fear and sorrow that he wanted to erode his heart. He was speechless, why did he remember to eat but not beat him? The sorrow and joy did not affect him. What did you two have more than him? If it were the rules of the seven emotions, he might be afraid of it. As for the methods of these monks, it seems that it is the case in his opinion. At most, it will make a slight thought in his heart. It is impossible for the kind of impact that the monk said was affected.

"How about it, has that little demon beast been affected?" Grace gritted her teeth and asked in secret.

"There is a little impact, not too great..." Sadness responded. One of his "sorrows" was countless times stronger than other emotions. As long as you are cunning, you can hide it no matter whether you are happy or sad, and sorrow only needs a faint touch to make people feel it clearly.

"Then try harder."

Boom!

After saying sadness, his eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth, his soul shaking, and his majestic true energy swept out like a flood discharge, with a faint rule mixed in it.

The influence of these "fear" is quite large. Many demon animals brought by Peng Wanli have now curled up and hid in the corner. The aura of sorrow is the same. The power of these sorrows is not as violent as great joy and sorrow. Instead, it has a long-standing feeling, which makes people unconsciously affect their mood.

Inside the cave.

Many demon beasts began to complain.

"Wuwuwu, our Mangniu tribe is also a descendant of the Prisoner Semi-saint. I have been practicing for 9,359 years. I am still only in the Tribulation Period. I have not understood the rules at all. I am ashamed of my ancestors."

"So many people are more beautiful than my family. What's the point of living?" Hu Qianqian cried with tears in her eyes.

"Amitabha..." The monk shaking his lips seemed to have been greatly affected.

“…”

Such monsters.

countless!

"My misery, let your people restrain themselves." Peng Wanli frowned. The magical powers of the Hanging Temple were too evil. It didn't want to wipe all the people he brought before he even left the cave.

"Let them bear it first..." Sadly shook his head and looked at Ye Xiu with his eyes flashing. He, the senior brother of the Hanging Temple, only brought three junior brothers into the Chaos Realm. Now he has one. He originally wanted to take action, but when he saw that Peng Wanli didn't move, he endured it. No one knew whether the little demon with natural divine power had other means. If he fought with it, wouldn't it be a good deal for Peng Wanli?

"How is it?" asked Grace and Fear with a pale face. He could not bear it after a long time.

"It's almost." Sadness gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Xiu without blinking. After seeing that there was obvious fear on Ye Xiu's face, his expression also soothed a little. Sadness told him that this little monkey demon was almost unable to hold on.

Waited for a moment.

He found that Ye Xiu's eyes were filled with deep fear, and he was still nervous about the shadow slaughtering beast when it was attacking, and he was also sad that his true energy was almost exhausted. He suddenly spoke, saying, "Tuying, let's take advantage of the moment."

"roar…"

Only a roar of a ferocious beast, the shadow slaughtering beast, which was completely invisible, suddenly rushed out of the shadow of a demon beast, and its sharp claws grabbed Ye Xiu's neck. Ye Xiu, who was already sad and his eyes were full of fear, shook slightly, and his eyes instantly returned to his previous tranquility.

Even with a little mockery.

"After waiting for you for so long, can't I finally help it?" Ye Xiu smiled, reached out and grabbed the shadow slaughter beast. Yu Guangshu looked at the sadness that was frightened by his actions. The sadness and the two of them muttered secretly, saying, "Can you all be fooled? Isn't it just to perform joy, anger, sorrow, and fear? My acting skills can definitely be the emperor."
Chapter completed!