He was really sad.

For the sake of not being able to perceive the opponent's true power attack, and being forced to incite the true element to carry out a comprehensive defense, it is naturally the safest means in peacetime.

It's just that this method of wrapping himself into a true yuan ball, in his eyes at this time, is really stupid.

These ascetics in Mobei didn't even need to really stimulate their power, they had already consumed a lot of these people's true yuan, not to mention that the most important thing was that these ascetics forced all of them, the strongest in the Guanlong army, out.

In his opinion, the methods of these ascetics at this time were not so much like the method of attacking the divine secret, but rather a unique means of spiritual coercion and qi testing.

Obviously, on this entire battlefield, the higher a cultivator, the more intense the induction will be.

The Purgatory God made these people feel that there was something wrong with their perceptions, that their vision was distorted, that they felt the skin on their bodies burn....all this was actually because the True Yuan in their own bodies was strong enough, and they were triggered by the Sanskrit sound of these ascetics, and it was the subtle aura vibration caused by the True Yuan in their own bodies around their bodies.

At this time, looking at the battlefield, all those cultivators who were not in the Divine Mind Realm had almost no reaction, especially the cultivators below the Chengtian Realm, who didn't seem to feel any special feelings brought to them by this Sanskrit vibration.

This undoubtedly confirms his judgment.

He was originally a higher cultivation existence than the Purgatory God King and others, and he felt that the problem was even greater, but he was just calm enough, so he didn't become a member of it.

He felt that although the cultivation of the Purgatory God King and the others was worse than him, the reason for the result at this time was that these people were too afraid of death after all.

has reached this moment when he has to fight hard, but he is still so afraid of death, in his eyes it is useless waste.

At this time, he even suspected that these ascetics in Mobei really didn't have powerful attack methods, and they were just using this way to consume the true yuan of these people.

The point was that he could even be sure that even if there was really an attack method, it would not be so powerful that they would not have any other way to deal with it than this method that was more economical and more hidden.

These ascetics of Jiangmu exchanged their true essence for the precious true essence of these people, and as far as the results were concerned, these ascetics had won.

This is on the battlefield, and being forced to expose one's true essence is equivalent to exposing all the hole cards on one's side in front of the enemy's eyes.

Only his hole card remained.

However, when the word "waste" came out, he had completely lost confidence in these people, and he was not ready to stay on such a battlefield.

He was ready to abandon these people completely, including Hebatyue, who seemed to him to be more sober than these people.

What he said at the beginning was indeed the truth.

As the inheritor of the Western Patrol King, he himself is the existence that is the best at concealing his own aura among all these people, and he is even sure enough that he can change the aura of his true yuan and magic weapons.

As long as he wanted to truly hide in the world, after he left this battlefield, there would be no cultivators in the world who could find him at all.

However, at this moment, the fifth Sanskrit sound sounded.

"Well!"

This is a brand new scale, the accents of these ascetics in Mobei were originally very different from the accents of the Southern Dynasties and most places in the Northern Wei Dynasty, but this scale sounded, but it was very similar to the children of the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty calling their mothers, and the word "Mom" when calling their mothers, even really had a sincere taste with milk sounds.

The true element in the body of the Western Patrol King had already quietly flowed.

He's leaving.

His True Yuan aura was so cleverly concealed that even those who were close at hand couldn't feel any unusual aura fluctuations.

However, the moment this Brahma sounded, his body trembled.

An irrepressible whisper erupted from between his lips and teeth.

He didn't know the specific feelings of the Purgatory God King and the others at this time, but for him, he felt the meridians in his body burn.

He could calmly ignore this feeling, but his true yuan was not under his control, and there were slight fluctuations!

The True Yuan of a cultivator like him was too powerful for the world, and even a slight fluctuation could instantly distort the air around him.

Swish!

Countless beams of wind suddenly surged around his body.

Under the traction of the abnormal fluctuations of the True Yuan in his body, a lot of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi sucked in the air, forming a rope-like wind beam.

These wind beams whipped indiscriminately in all directions, knocking out a large amount of dirt on the ground around him, knocking some of the Northern Wei soldiers who had just rushed to his side to the ground.

The tremor of the Western Patrol King's body only lasted for a short moment, and in the next moment, his body seemed to stiffen a little.

His complexion was slightly gloomy, and there didn't seem to be much notice

changed, but he couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.

This method can actually take the initiative to cause some resonance of the true element in the body of a powerful cultivator!

This still seemed to be a method of qi testing, and until this time, the methods of these ascetics seemed to be only to find out the powerful cultivators in the enemy army and expose them to everyone's sight.

But this method is suddenly extremely dangerous for him who wants to leave the battlefield and no longer be discovered by the world.

"Huh!"

His body was a little stiff, but the magnificent Sanskrit sound did not stop.

At this time, he sensed the proximity of a true true elemental power.

This kind of true yuan power is like the warm steam in the bathhouse of the world, just with a dull pressure, slowly penetrating into people's skin, but this kind of true yuan power makes him feel an indelible and imprinted breath.

It's like using their own spirit, their true essence, and even their own vitality to carve a mark in their body!

He turned around, his cold gaze full of murderous intent fell on those ascetics, and the light in the depths of his eyes kept flashing, as if he was about to completely erase these people from the world in a flash.

He found it ridiculous and terrifying.

He didn't expect that his retreat would be completely cut off by these ascetics from Mobei who usually seemed to be no threat at all!

These people actually used some kind of means that even he couldn't understand to carve him with vitality.

Who is left with this imprint of vitality to perceive?

The answer is self-explanatory.

He can leave directly from here, but these ascetics, I'm afraid, have left a traceable mark on the Demon Sect of all of them!

He may be able to perceive these marks thoroughly, but he doesn't know whether it's easy or easy, and he doesn't know how much time it will take, just as he doesn't know when the elusive Demon Sect will reappear in the world.

He didn't let him go if he wanted to, he just felt that it was really ridiculous.

He also knew that anger was the most useless emotion, but when this feeling of absurdity and horror wrapped around his heart, he still couldn't suppress his anger.

Swish!

The True Yuan in his body bloomed with anger.

A glassy brilliance instantly crossed miles and landed on the bodies of these ascetics.