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The Adventure of Ghost Road Chapter I Encountered by Myself Chapter 50 The Battle of Consciousness

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    "What, it's been so long?" Chen Zhenghe was shocked, and the strength in his hands relaxed a little.  Wen Fei saw that there was something going on, and immediately said: "Of course, the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin people, that is, the Jurchens. The Southern Song Dynasty was also destroyed by the Mongols. Your old enemies have already finished playing You are the only one who survives until, eh  , in the end, you are the real winner!" The man didn't listen to Wen Fei's nonsense at all, he just kept mumbling to himself: "The Zhao family has perished like thisit has perished like this.  "It's gone" Wen Fei thought to himself that this old ghost is not crazy. It would be better this way. It would be better to feel that he has no love left and end it on his own.  Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Chen Zhenghe laughing loudly: "It doesn't matter if I die, there is no need to take revenge. I can justbecome an immortal!" As soon as the words "become an immortal" came out of his mouth, Wen Fei felt a sense of resignation.  The power that people are extremely in awe of suppresses them.  That kind of power was full of terror, and Wen Fei was so suppressed that he almost knelt down without the ability to react.  Chen Zhenghe¡¯s eyes emitted a strange green light and stared at Wen Fei.  Wen Fei was horrified and struggled hard.  But he felt as if his whole body was restrained by an invisible force, and he could no longer move at all.  That green light was filled with will and wanted to penetrate deep into his mind.  This feeling was similar to the feeling when he was at the mule and horse gathering that day, and when the Western Xia monks sneak attacked him.  The difference is that this old ghost's power is stronger than that of Fan Seng. He burrowed straight into his head and seemed to want to control him.  Wen Fei resisted desperately, chanting the Qingjing Sutra.  But my eyes felt dark, as if I had entered an endless dark space.  A Taoist priest floated among them and sneered: "Don't bother to resist, a kid with low magic power like you. You haven't even opened up the Sea of ????Consciousness Hey, there is actually a divine general who protects the law!" Wen Fei felt a heat on his neck.  A faint golden light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and a general wearing ancient armor appeared.  Holding a broadsword, he shouted coldly: "Where did you come from, demons and ghosts? Why don't you get out quickly? I will spare your life!" The Taoist priest was not afraid at all, and showed a dumbfounded expression: "Which sect is this?  The enshrined divine general actually found a wild ghost to make up the numbers? Leave it to me" The Taoist priest waved his sleeves, Wen Fei's biggest support, and suddenly there was a muffled thunder-like sound on his neck, and the thunder mark hanging on his neck  It actually exploded.  At the same time, God dissipated the light that had turned into little stars.  Wen Fei was so frightened that this old ghost was too cruel.  Even the thunder seal refined by Ge Erlang was solved so easily When things get to this point, all we can do is fight.  Wen Fei was desperate.  This is within his own consciousness. As long as his will is strong enough, this old ghost will never succeed.  Wen Fei visualized the Dharma of Emperor Zhenwu, hoping to use Emperor Zhenwu's divine power to help deal with this old ghost. He prayed in his heart: Emperor, I have also done a little favor for you.  You can't just ignore it!  "Eh" The old ghost made a surprised voice: "Which god is this? We have never seen it before? But trying to resist me like this is simply wishful thinking." Following the old ghost's voice, Wen Fei's consciousness  A god actually emerged from it. He was wearing a crowned robe and holding a jade seal. There were hundreds of ghosts under his seat. With a finger, countless ghost armies rushed out from under him. They were wearing armors and came in an endless stream.  He rushed towards Emperor Zhenwu who was imagined by Wen Fei.  Wen Fei gritted his teeth, but found that now he couldn't feel his body at all.  This is a battle of consciousness, and everything is imagined by the mind.  Wen Fei quickly gave up the idea of ??the Zhenwu Emperor and appeared on the stage himself, holding a Gatling six-barreled machine gun in his hand. He held it with one hand in a blue wave posture and poured out thousands of rounds of bullets in an instant.  Come.  Countless ferocious ghost armies emerged from the feet of the gods on the opposite side. They were beaten into a sieve before they even got close.  But those ghost armies were not afraid of life and death and still rushed over in a steady stream.  This is a battle between consciousnesses. Whether it is a ghost army or a machine gun, it is all transformed by consciousness.  It¡¯s all about your own spirit.  The old ghost made a surprised sound: "What magic weapon is this?" Although this old ghost is powerful, he has been dead for thousands of years after all.  Thoughts are naturally inferior to the endless imagination of modern people. In the old ghost's opinion, only things that really exist can be transformed into consciousness.  ¡°But Wen Fei believes that things that exist can be transformed into reality.  For example, now, when Wen Fei realized that this was all just an illusion in his mind, a sun-shooting bow from the God Hou Yi suddenly appeared in his hand, and an arrow shot towards the god like a meteor.  In the battle of consciousness, it¡¯s not just about whose spirit is stronger.  And who else has a richer imagination? Wen Fei believed that when this arrow was shot, it would kill the sun. In his consciousness, this arrow was like this?Great power.  The sun-shooting arrow turned into a three-legged golden crow covered in sun flames. Amidst the horrified screams of the old ghost, he wanted to completely burn it into nothingness.  The old ghost screamed and threw out the big seal in his hand. As soon as the two touched each other, they instantly disappeared.  Wen Fei sneered: "Let's see how many seals you have left?" He was thinking about mobilizing the most powerful magic weapon.  Suddenly, this dark space of consciousness turned into an endless sea, setting off endless wind and waves, and one huge wave after another.  The old ghost finally showed a solemn look, stretched out a finger, and shouted: "Settling!" The wind and waves that filled the sky without knowing how were all settled, turning into gentle and calm sea water.  However, the space finally shook, and countless seawater was churning like a boiling pot. The old ghost finally showed a look of fear and shouted: "No, it's impossible. I" Wen Fei didn't even hear what was said behind it.  Every vibration.  It was like a huge bomb exploded in his mind Then Wen Fei felt the presence of his body, extremely weak, and his head hurt as if it was about to explode.  This is the sequelae of excessive mental consumption.  Suddenly he was shocked to the core, his vision went dark, and he fainted "Where are you going, Demon Dao?" A voice like thunder exploded in Wen Fei's mind.  In the coma, Wen Fei's eyes rotated rapidly, and one nightmare after another kept appearing in his mind.  I saw a tall and thin Taoist priest with disheveled hair who was surrounded by a group of officers and soldiers.  These ancient soldiers were all wearing red clothes, which looked familiar to Wen Fei. They seemed to be the military uniforms of the Song Dynasty.
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