Chapter 307 Are they all members of the Human Race Supremacy Association?
“This is an invasion of other people’s spiritual consciousness by mental power.
It stands to reason that you shouldn’t know much about such things?
After all, your brain is controlled by I invaded more than once."
Chu He's tone contained a somewhat sarcastic smile.
Xiao Cangqing was embarrassed on the spot.
It turned out to be like this, and he didn't even notice it.
Xiao Cangqing has very rich experience in the forcible invasion of the sea of spiritual consciousness by other people's spiritual power.
The feeling of being so confused and completely out of control,
and then being forced to do some actions and say some words, is simply extremely uncomfortable.
Xiao Cangqing raised his face and looked at the girl in the sky who stood there without making any movement
but directly forced a group of masters to sacrifice their lives, with fear and fear in her eyes.
Under the boundless sky, masters from all over the world with different skin colors
gathered like stars. They were suspended in the void,
around them Surrounded by their own unique energy fluctuations, they are colorful and dazzling.
Each of these powerful men is a leader in their respective empires,
but at this moment they are strangely facing the huge, heart-stopping shadow hanging in the sky.
The phantom was huge and blurry, slowly raising a palm that covered the sky and the sun, wrapped with god-like anger and irresistible power.
As the palm slowly pressed down, only the endless sense of oppression and despair spread in everyone's heart.
The sheer number of people alone cannot shake this giant god who seems to have come from ancient times.
They gritted their teeth and tried their best to release the power hidden in their bodies without reservation.
For a time, the sky was filled with light, and colorful energy bloomed like fireworks, intertwining into dazzling pictures.
However, the moment these gorgeous attacks came into contact with the giant palm, they melted quickly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, without any impact on it.
The giant palm continued to press down, with a destructive momentum.
Under the impact of this force, the bodies of the masters began to crack to varying degrees.
The skin cracked and blood spurted out, falling to the sky like drizzle, dyeing the space a shocking red.
Some weaker masters, even under the control of Qianjia's powerful mental power,
ultimately cannot withstand the impact of this force, and their bodies seem to be swept up by the strong wind. The fallen leaves,
lost control, with dazzling blood flowers, drawing heart-breaking trajectories in the sky,
finally fell heavily to the ground, splashing a Pieces of dust and blood flowers.
On the ground, the people watching the battle witnessed this tragic scene, and they all looked horrified.
Amidst this chaos and fear, Qianjia's face was extremely calm, even indifferent.
She had expected all this to happen, or she had isolated her emotions from it all.
"What's going on with these masters? Why do they have to work for Qianjia? Are they all members of the Human Race Supreme Association?"
"Obviously not.
The perspective of the live broadcast I just watched happened to be that part of the screen was aimed at the experts sitting in the audience.
The expressions of these masters appeared confused and dull for a moment,
Then they became calm and tenacious one after another, and then rushed into the sky. "
"After listening to the descriptions of the netizens upstairs, I think this is more like a kind of mental manipulation. "
"That's right, I also think this is the manipulation of mental power.
When Xiao Cangqing attacked Uzi before, didn't he use two sacred weapons from the vampire family that could confuse others' minds? "
"Such an attack method is too terrifying.
The master didn't even react, and he became someone else's tool. It was completely impossible to guard against.
Looking at those masters who fell from the sky, I am afraid they are already dead.
First he suffered a heavy blow, and then he was thrown so hard that even an expert would not be able to withstand it. ”
"The members of the Human Race Supremacy Association look like humans, but they are as cruel and indifferent as evil spirits."
There are also some knowledgeable and intelligent netizens in the live broadcast room. With his analysis and past experience,
he quickly identified what happened to these masters from various empires
before they became like puppets, giving a There is nothing to do with the existence that has nothing to do with it.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and survived all the hardships.
Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, feeling, thinking, and consciousness , the same is true. The relics are empty and empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."
In that area shrouded in haze, Under the crisis-ridden sky, the bishop of the Holy See of Light stood on a high platform with a solemn face.
Surrounded by masters from various empires, they fell from nothingness one after another like birds with broken wings.
Their figures cut across the sky, with unwillingness and despair, striking the heartstrings of everyone present.
At this desperate moment, a ray of otherworldly Sanskrit sound quietly sounded.
The sound was melodious and far-reaching, penetrating the thick clouds and reaching the softest part of the human heart. .
The sound of chanting Buddhist sutras is completely unlike anything in the world. It is extremely pure and full of compassion.
It also contains supreme wisdom and powerful power, instantly purifying the surroundings. of air,
Dispel all the evil spirits lurking in the dark.
As the sound continued to spread, dazzling golden runes slowly condensed out of the void.
They rotated lightly, like golden butterflies given life, dancing gracefully in the sky,
and then slowly landed on the unconscious masters.
These runes shine with a warm and soft light, as if they are the embodiment of Buddha's compassion,
Gently caressing every scar, soothing the fear and confusion in their hearts little by little.
These golden Buddhist scripture runes are not only a visual feast, but also the nectar of the soul.
They gently touch those masters whose minds have been confused by evil forces,
like the gentle spring breeze blowing through the frozen hearts, awakening the purity and clarity deep in their hearts. .
The masters opened their eyes one after another, and the light of reason glowed in their pupils again.
They were shocked to find that they were covered in cuts and bruises, and their clothes were dyed red with blood.
The severe pain emanating from various parts of their bodies reminded them of the horror and despair they had experienced before.
But at this moment, what shocked them even more was that the invisible force that once controlled their will quietly disappeared under the baptism of Buddhist scriptures.
The initiator of all this, the white-robed monk known as Ming Chan,
is currently standing in an open space not far away.
His body is as tall and straight as a pine, his clothes are as white as snow, and not stained by a trace of dust.
Put your hands together in front of your chest, and lightly open your lips. Every time a syllable is uttered, endless Buddhist power surges out,
turning into thousands of golden words, surrounding him, forming A sacrosanct halo.
Although they didn’t know exactly what happened,
these masters reacted quickly,
Realizing that the current situation was not good, they all left that place.
After other people explained it later, the expressions on the faces of these masters were extremely ugly.
They had no idea at all that their spiritual consciousness had been invaded.
That Qianjia from the Human Race Supreme Association is too powerful, isn’t it?
This is just to use them to block attacks,
If Qianjia wanted to kill them, it would be easy.
"Thank you, little master."
After learning the truth of the matter, the group of masters who were lucky enough to survive immediately raised their hands in the direction of Ming Chan to express their gratitude.
“That bald donkey is so strong.”
Xiao Cangqing gritted his teeth.
As Xiao Cangqing, who has been invaded by the sea of spiritual consciousness many times,
naturally he knows that such spiritual attacks have no track and are difficult to deal with.
However, the young monk in white recited a Buddhist scripture
and actually freed all the masters whose consciousness had been invaded.
This must be another outstanding one. Strong.
I didn't expect that a martial arts academy qualifying competition would be held in Heizhou Prairie, and so many strong men would emerge.
(End of this chapter)