My wife is Invincible East

In the space between breaths after he was hit, a series of sounds of metal clashing could be heard in the hall.

These seven swords actually surpassed the speed of sound and were completed before any sound was uttered.

After completing the Qi-breaking Style, Linghu Chong heard a series of explosions in his ears, then he collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

With his current skill level, it was still too difficult for him to perform the Qi-breaking Style to destroy all the true Qi in the human body. After one blow, he was exhausted.

No! How could it be this voice!?

Linghu Chong had just fallen to the ground when he suddenly realized that the sword blade chopping against the human body should make a dull sound.

Why does it sound so resounding, as if it were striking a diamond?

Before he could think about it, the sword in his hand exploded with a loud bang, and kept cracking, shattering into pieces of iron in the blink of an eye.

"How can this be!?"

Linghu Chong's pupils dilated as he stared in disbelief at the weapon in his hand, which only had the hilt left. His breathing became rapid.

He knew that Zhu Moye's body was incredibly strong, so he deliberately poured all his internal energy into the sword, forming a sword light that was strong enough to cut through fine steel.

But after this series of blows, it was his sword that shattered!

At this moment, Zhu Moye, who was completely unharmed, with not even a tear on his sleeve, turned around and looked at him with a bored expression, saying:

"The path of martial arts is endless, and anything is possible."

"No matter then or now, you can never complete these three moves, let alone let me take action?"

Hearing these merciless words of criticism, the usually carefree Linghu Chong felt as if his faith had collapsed. His expression was dazed as he murmured, "From childhood to adulthood, I've always been the best of my generation. Recently, I even inherited the legacy from Senior Dugu. I've been unstoppable in the martial arts world. Why is it that when I meet you, I'm nothing?"

He could never make a third move, and this blow was too great for Linghu Chong.

Seeing Linghu Chong's distraught look, Zhu Moye looked down on him even more and said with disdain:

"Because you are just a son of the plane, and I..."

"He is the one chosen by heaven, destined to control all the heavens and worlds and become the Human Emperor who sweeps across the universe!"

Chapter 183: Tampering with memory!

During the Han Dynasty, there was also a time traveler.

That guy's name was Wang Mang, and he almost stirred up the world of the powerful Han Dynasty.

In a short period of time, he built up a huge force, with hundreds of thousands of personal troops who were unstoppable and invincible.

It seems that we are about to unify the country, develop the technology tree, and complete the feat of unifying the earth.

But he ran into the Son of the Plane, Liu Xiu, who had activated the Dragon Aotian mode and used a large meteorite technique to directly kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

Wang Mang's ambitions for dominance also vanished into thin air, and a generation of time travelers was defeated by the Son of the Plane.

This deed was widely praised in later generations, and Wang Mang was even called a disgrace to time travelers.

Zhu Moye is also a time traveler and has a deep understanding of the Son of the Plane. The Linghu Chong in front of him is the absolute Son of the Plane in the world of Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

It’s a pity that when he met Zhu Moye, the tragedy of the Son of the Plane beating the time traveler would not happen.

Linghu Chong was completely confused by these incoherent words and didn't understand what was going on.

He had no idea what the Son of the Plane meant, but the last sentence shocked him greatly.

The Human Emperor who controls all the heavens and worlds and sweeps across the universe!

Linghu Chong laughed at himself. Such ambitions were beyond the reach of someone like him who was addicted to alcohol and lived a life of mediocrity.

Seeing that he seemed to have accepted his fate, Zhu Moye also lost interest and glanced at him indifferently, saying:

"I'm tired of playing, do you have any last words?"

Compared to Ren Yingying, Linghu Chong, the son of the plane, is obviously a greater threat and is nothing to him.

But there is only one Human Emperor, Zhu Youtang is just a wise ruler, and his luck is far inferior to Linghu Chong.

Since he has stood on the opposite side of Linghu Chong, he must be responsible for the Ming Dynasty.

Linghu Chong, you must die!

After hearing Zhu Moye's death sentence, Linghu Chong became surprisingly calm.

He turned his head and glanced at the unconscious Ren Yingying, begging: "I will die in her place, please spare her life, Your Majesty."

"Well...it depends on my mood..."

Zhu Moye gave an ambiguous reply, then drew a trace of true essence from his golden elixir, condensed it at his fingertips, and transformed it into a true fire.

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely defeat you!"

Linghu Chong felt the inexplicable true fire on Zhu Moye's fingertips, which emitted heat that distorted the space.

Yet he had no fear of death at all. In his dying moments, he returned to his free and easy nature.

He looked calm, staring straight into Zhu Moye's eyes, and made a great wish.

"Don't worry, you will never be able to complete three moves in your lifetime."

Zhu Moye disagreed. After a sneer, he snapped his fingers and a ray of true fire shot out, vaporizing the entire space.

In the blink of an eye, it fell onto Linghu Chong's eyebrows.

Zilazila...

A slight buzzing sound was heard, and Linghu Chong turned into a pile of black ash without even a scream, as if he had never existed.

Zhu Moye looked at the ashes on the ground and sighed softly.

If Linghu Chong and he did not have different positions, perhaps after his transformation and change of character, he could still become his friend.

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

Zhu Moye was never a sentimental person. After dealing with Linghu Chong, the obstacle in his way, he turned around and walked to Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying was in a coma, her brows furrowed and her teeth clenched, as if she had dreamed of her mortal enemy.

Seeing her like this, Zhu Moye felt a little embarrassed.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, but some people have to die for the sake of the overall situation.

Ren Yingying is far from being a threat that can affect the overall situation, but she is also an extremely unstable factor.

If she is not killed and released into the civilian population, it will sooner or later be detrimental to the Ming Dynasty.

Could it be that he took her in?

This was even more outrageous, as she had just turned her father into a headless corpse.

Ren Yingying must have wanted to skin him alive and pull out his tendons, so there was no way she would follow him obediently.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhu Moye finally opened his eyes. A sharp lightning flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to hit her on the forehead.

His choice is to kill!

The way to control is that those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. There is no need to think too much.

Just when Zhu Moye was about to slap Ren Yingying to death, a slender hand quietly grasped his wrist.

The familiar temperature on his wrist made Zhu Moye look up in surprise and look at Dongfang Bai with a puzzled look.

Dongfang Bai knew his doubts, sighed softly, and said:

"When I was still an elder of the Sun Moon Sect, his father was very kind to me."

"Five years ago, I usurped Ren Woxing's position and killed Ren Yingying's mother. I already felt guilty towards them."

"Now you've killed Ren Woxing, and if you kill Ren Yingying as well, I'll feel uneasy."

At this point, Dongfang Bai's beautiful eyes were filled with a clear and touching spring, and she begged, "Husband, please don't kill her, okay?"

The captivating mist in her eyes softened Zhu Moye's heart and he couldn't bear to refuse.

However, Ren Yingying hated both him and Dongfang Bai to the core, and it would be difficult not to kill her.

Is he going to follow the same path as Dongfang Bai dealt with Ren Woxing, locking him up in a cell and never seeing the light of day for the rest of his life?

This is worse than killing her!

For a moment, Zhu Moye's head was as big as a bucket.

Dongfang Bai and Zhu Moye were a couple with the same mind and understood each other very well, so they could naturally tell what he was worried about.

She immediately smiled sweetly and said, "Husband, can't your sound transmission and soul searching technique control people's thoughts?"

Zhu Moye's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had been enlightened, and he suddenly realized.

It is true that those who are involved are confused, while those who are not involved can see things more clearly.

He has always used the sound transmission and soul searching technique as hypnosis, and also defined it as a hypnotic technique.

However, he never thought that he has now transcended the scope of martial arts. Why can't the methods he has learned be used to break the shackles and tamper with the memories of others?

Doing it as soon as you think of it has always been Zhu Moye's style.

He took a deep breath and placed his palm on Ren Yingying's forehead. Strands of true energy as thin as hair quietly penetrated into her mind.

Chapter 184 Thousands of Years of Skill!

While using his true energy to invade her mind, he subtly controlled her nerves.

Zhu Moye opened his lips slightly, and a series of demonic voices quietly drifted into Ren Yingying's ears:

"Forget Ren Woxing...you are an orphan with no one to rely on..."

As the words he spoke through the sound transmission and soul-searching technique floated into Ren Yingying's ears, she woke up from her deep sleep.

She opened her beautiful eyes, but there was no spirit in them, as if she were a walking corpse.

Her eyes were hazy, her lips opened and closed, and she murmured like a dream:

"Daddy... Ren Woxing... I'm an orphan... Ren Woxing... who is he?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ren Yingying's eyes suddenly became blurred, as if her consciousness was about to collapse.

It's going to happen!

Zhu Moye invaded the true energy in her mind, and suddenly felt that Ren Yingying's mind suddenly darkened and there was no light at all.

Completely erasing her innate memories would make her a living dead, without any thoughts at all.

Zhu Moye frowned, his mind racing.

The most fundamental memory in Ren Yingying's mind was pulled out by herself, and many memory scenes were shattered.

If no new memories are infused into him, he will probably become a vegetable.

At that moment, he turned his head and glanced at Dongfang Bai. Without hesitation, he continued to persuade him and said:

"That's right... You are an orphan... You were adopted by Dongfang Bai since you were little... She treated you like her own sister... and raised you single-handedly..."

These words penetrated into Ren Yingying's mind like the wind.

In the space of consciousness that was originally as dark as the night, a ray of light suddenly lit up, and a beautiful face filled her space of consciousness.

This is exactly Dongfang Bai's face.

When the false memories appeared in her consciousness again, Ren Yingying's dilated pupils gradually regained their brightness, and she whispered to herself:

"Dongfang Bai...sister..."

Having said that, he turned his head stiffly and glanced at Dongfang Bai.

After having that beautiful face imprinted in his mind, he was exhausted and passed out.

Dongfang Bai saw her call him sister and then faint again, so he hurriedly asked, "What happened to her?"

"Phew, she's fine now. From now on, she'll think of herself as your sister."

Zhu Moye let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and then told Dongfang Bai what was going on.

In his heart, he was secretly amazed at the magic of this sound transmission and soul searching technique, and its ability to tamper with memories.

However, this method is too dangerous. If you are not careful, it can make a person lose his soul and become a living dead.

It is better to use seconds less.