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Negative emotions such as hatred, anger, sadness, humility, unwillingness, jealousy, etc., were poured into his heart like the Yellow River breaking the dam, filled with his soul, as if an explosive barrel filled with explosives, and would explode at any time.

Yang Feng had never felt so desperate to die. Even though his mind was already extremely firm, he still couldn't resist the impact of these negative energy from the resentful souls on his heart.

Ah! As he wailed, Yang Feng's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes were full of despair, and even blood and tears were flowing out.

"This is the ghost path. By controlling the opponent's emotions, you can force the opponent into a desperate situation!"

The saints around him looked at this scene and their eyes were filled with light: "A saint who became a ghost has seen through the evil evil in the world, and is also the best at using the laws to manipulate the evil evil in people's hearts. They can infinitely amplify people's negative emotions and finally cause the other party to collapse.

At this time, the best strategy to deal with is to stick to your original intention.

Especially for saints, who have their own holy path to protect their bodies, it should not be so easy to be influenced by the ghost path.

Why did Saint Yang tell so easily?

Just like a mortal!"

People were all very strange, with doubts in their eyes.

After Wu Qiudao and Qingxue won the argument, they hurried to Yang Feng's doctrine, but saw that Yang Feng had been tortured by this ghost path and was immediately shocked.

"What's going on?"

He shrugged suspiciously, and everyone around him didn't know.

Miluo looked at the storm of the storm under his feet who had once fought against a hundred people. He fell so easily under his own ghost path. He was overjoyed and proudly said: "Sage Yang, what do you mean?"

What was the power of the past?

Do you look down on me?

Not to use your holy way.

It seems that I have to force you again before you can make a serious argument, hum."

"Hell reincarnation, evil ghosts are coming, let's take a good look at this miserable world!"

Ah! With a wail, Yang Feng suddenly raised his head, and seemed to see something terrifying in his eyes, full of fear and trembling, and involuntarily, tears were already flowing out of the corners of his eyes, and the depths of his eyes were even darker, completely desperate.

"Kill, kill them all, give this woman to me, hehehehe!"

"Baby, run, ah!"

"Brother, don't look, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo

...War, massacre, flames! This is a small village that is being slaughtered by chaos, with swords and corpses everywhere, and the sea of ​​fire swallowing the entire village.

The woman was humiliated to death, and her young sister was also being humiliated. A four-year-old child was crying in front of the hideous smiles, so helpless.

At this time, for this child, this is hell and this is despair.

Survive here and live, it is better to die than to survive.

The child's pupils became darker and darker. He looked at a short knife under his feet, slowly picked it up, and then slowly handed it to his neck.

Bang! Suddenly, a warm big hand grabbed him and said with a smile: "Have you just finished yourself like this?"

"Otherwise, I don't want to see all this again, I'm in pain!"

The child murmured in grievance.

"Do you think you're dead, and none of this will happen, and the pain will disappear?"

"A person dies like a lamp that goes out. If he dies, he won't feel pain!"

"Is that true!"

The man chuckled and asked the child, "If it were you in the past, this is a choice.

But now you shouldn't say such things.

Do you remember who you are?”

"Who am I...?"

The child's eyes were confused and he looked at the man, but the man's face was blurry and he couldn't see clearly: "Do you know... who am I?"

“I want to ask yourself, who are you?

What are you doing here?

Did you...just come for death?"

"I..." He clenched his fists tightly, and the child stared at the blurry figure and murmured: "Who am I?

I am... I am... I am..." My eyes trembled and the child was very excited, as if he had remembered something, and finally suddenly shouted: "I am Yang Feng, I am the leader of the Nine Kingdoms, I am the leader of the spiritual world, and I will be the leader of the divine world in the future.

I came here to change. Everything that I don’t like will become what I like. I want to turn the whole world into the ideal world in my heart. My life is up to me, and I am the master of my world, and God cannot stop me!"

"You finally remembered it, the word in your heart!"

The man laughed loudly and immediately showed a familiar face, which was undoubtedly Yang Feng.

Then, Yang Feng turned into green code symbols and entered the child's body. In an instant, the two of them merged into one, bursting out a dazzling light, and immediately dispersed all the haze and fire seas in front of him... "It's over!"

On the temple, a group of celestial masters stared at Yang Feng's empty eyes below with a look of contempt and sneered: "The ancient tribes without their natural magical powers can't stop the slightest means of this ghost. They can actually let the ghost master merge their souls and enter the Hell of the Forest Rou. I'm afraid Yang Feng has long been mentally broken, hum."

Without saying anything, Lu Chengfeng just watched quietly and murmured to himself.

Is it over like this? I have already developed a holy heart, but I have not become a saint and attained enlightenment in the end? Alas.

"My Luo!"

On the edge of the temple, Wu Qiudao looked at Yang Feng's already dead figure, clenched his fists and cursed: "You have occupied the top of the mountain just now, why do you still drag the soul of Saint Yang into the Hell of the Rou and suffer torture?

You obviously want him to lose his soul!"

Shrugging indifferently, Miluo smiled evilly and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I am a saint at all, how could I be so malicious?

But after all, Saint Yang once fought against a hundred times. I showed my unique skills to express my respect for him and wanted him to face my strength.

But he didn't expect that he would collapse so easily.

Fortunately, I specially arranged the most desperate situation for him, the identity of a four-year-old child, but the attack was too heavy, hahaha!"

What, a four-year-old?

When his body shook, Wu Qiudao frowned deeply.

The strongest way of the ghost realm is to control people's inner emotions and make people feel terrifying and illusions in their hearts.

Once ordinary people get into a trap, it is difficult to resist.

Especially the ghost realm can also control the age of the opponent. As long as the opponent's psychological age is set to a very fragile age group, the person will basically have no resistance.

Like Yang Feng, because he has regarded himself as a four-year-old child in that terrifying illusion, how much can a four-year-old child bear the pressure?

This Miluo is not here to discuss the truth, but is just here to kill people! "Miluo, you are useless to be the dignity of a saint!"

Wu Qiudao gritted his teeth and cursed.

Sneeringly, Miluo shrugged unanimously: "I am a fair person and have a clear conscience.

Anyway, the soul of this Saint Yang is probably collapsed now, and he is also a fool if he doesn't die.
Chapter completed!