The Divine Doctor is A Playboy

Mo Wen has been engulfed by the demonic power of the mind. He doesn't realize that all these are illusions in his heart.

Once Mo Wen's mind is completely engulfed, his spirit will be completely controlled by the devil.

"Ha ha, from now on, everything about you is mine!" Looking at Mo Wen falling towards the dark void below, the young man couldn't help showing a very proud grin.

What he said is true. If Mo Wen can't survive this disaster, then from now on, Mo Wen will no longer exist. Instead, he will be a demon who kills monsters.

This is the usual method used by the demon sect, which is called "evil eating heart".

Few people know that the evil eating heart is terrible and easy to break. It can be broken only by understanding the mind.

If the mind can't understand clearly in this illusory world, then Mo Wen will become the next Xu Wugang.

This is the real horror of evil eating heart in the legend, otherwise, if the devil would not have so many people to do evil for the devil.

If you want to succeed, only those practitioners with great wisdom, great perseverance and firm mind can do it!

This scene, in the eyes of outsiders, is like a huge thunder mirror, suspended in the sky.

What happened in the mirror, like a movie, flashed past them one by one!

Seeing this scene, the shadow also flashed out of his real body. The old man was wearing a broken straw hat, and his hair was already gray.

There was a grey and yellow coat on his shoulder. His whole back was black and shiny. It seemed to be coated with a layer of oil. The legs of his trousers rolled over his knees. His hairy legs were covered with numerous tendons, big and small. They were connected by high and bulging blood vessels. He didn't wear shoes on his feet. He was afraid that the old skin on his feet was a finger thick, and he had a dry cigarette bag on his waist, The cigarette purse is pulled on the buttocks, swinging on both sides like a pendulum.

The image of this old man is a little strange. He looks like an old farmer.

No one will associate this old man with the people of the demon sect.

The old man couldn't help sighing: "this boy is extremely talented and has excellent physique. Once he is robbed by a demon, he can't easily break it! It's a pity... It's a pity that a talented person will fall from here on! "

Although the old man is a demon, his words are like an old man with a compassionate heart. He can't help but sigh, and his eyes show deep regret.

Besides, don't ask. At the moment, he is being pushed and bumped by the universal spirit sword, mercilessly falling towards the dark void.

The power of wanlingjian diffuses in a large amount and continuously integrates into his body. It immediately makes his flesh and blood decay rapidly. It seems that he has gone through countless years and will soon come to the end of his life.

At this moment, Mo Wen finally personally understood the power of the ten thousand spirit sword.

With the passage of time, the vitality in his body is also rapidly lost. Through the magic sword, he continuously integrates into the body of the young man above his head.

"The speed... Is still too slow!" The young man opened a suction, like a long whale, quickly swallowed the life overflowing from Mo Wen's body, and frowned slightly. He seemed very dissatisfied with the speed of absorption!

As the words came out, the young man immediately shook his body and sank. He quickly sat on the wanlingjian with his knees crossed. He waved his hands wildly and pressed the rune on his feet.

"Boom!" With the man's hands pressed down, the earth shaking roar immediately came out from the Wanling sword, and the figure expanded several times again.

Just as the wind helps the fire, the fire borrows the power of the wind, and a force that is countless times stronger than that of the previous anti heaven years suddenly disperses, all of which act on Mo Wen.

Just as the force that was several times as strong as before approached his body, Mo Wen's body suddenly heard a bang. It seemed that all the meridians of his body would break at this moment. The vitality contained in his four limbs and bones appeared like a tide, and they all fled into the spirit sword, and then were absorbed by the young man sitting on the rune.

Don't ask that dim eyes, immediately showed despair, like a white face, quickly showed a tragic smile.

However, when the vitality in the body was about to be exhausted, Mo Wen raised his head and heard a roar: "I'm not reconciled!"

"In this world, no one can kill me... I must not die..."

"Fate is in my hands. Even if I fight against heaven, I will fight to death!"

"I'm not willing, I'm not willing to die!"

"I... can't... die!" By the end, Mo Wen's voice had turned into a roar of grief, like thunder, rolling across the field, spreading all over the world. Even the old people outside the mirror could hear it clearly.

In the roar, Mo Wen's eyes quickly flashed a thick thread of ruthlessness. The spirit in his body, with his heart moving, began to burn crazily. A momentum that would rather be broken than broken, suddenly scattered.