Just as the Lingxi Sword cut off the array pattern, the movements of several array builders connected to it were briefly slow, and they returned to normal until the array pattern was connected again. So Chen Pan thought of a very interesting method to break the array.

These array patterns are not afraid of attacks from other techniques, but in front of these small spiritual swords, they are like tofu. Hundreds of Lingxi swords rushed out, cutting off all the array patterns connected between the thirty-six in an instant. The fracture of these array patterns affected the movements of the arrayers connected to them, either suddenly accelerated or suddenly became slow. In a moment, the thirty-six people in the air collided together. As for the so-called Tiangang Demon-killing Formation, it was gone at this moment.

"Ah!" Boss Chen shouted, kicked away the men who hit him, raised his spear and stabbed Chen Pan.

"Do you want to fight to the death? Then I don't want to do it. My life is more valuable than yours." Chen Pan smiled gently, blocked the Yellow River No. 1, and was about to condense the Lingxi sword to kill the other party. However, this condensation was not smooth. As soon as the heart moved, I felt my mind tightening, as if I had been thrust by something, and it hurt a little.

Damn it, I was careless, and Chen Pan frowned. The Lingxi Sword is powerful, but the mental power consumed is also quite terrible. In order to experience the effect, I have always used the Lingxi Sword to fight. I am afraid that six or seven thousand have condensed, and at this time, I finally have a lack of mental power.

Could it be that terrible headache again? When Chen Pan thought of the almost crazy headache, he felt palpitations. What made him even more scared was that this seemed to really start to appear in his head, and the pain began to intensify.

What to do? If that happens again at this time, although it is possible to defeat the other party, others may be implicated, and what’s even more deadly is whether they can win. Chen Pan was a little annoyed, and a fragment suddenly flashed through his mind. A corpse was strung in his hand. A mental tentacle was poked out from the purple mansion and groping in the corpse and then swallowing it.

This seemed to be a cure for headaches. Chen Pan just thought that a cultivator from the realm of the Heavenly Immortal came over. Chen Pan used Yellow River No. 1 to block the attack. The colorful golden scales pressed on him, activated them slightly, and killed them instantly, and then lifted the man's body with one hand. Something strange happened. A mental tentacle was poked out from the purple mansion and began to grop around the corpse. After a while, he took out a ball of mental power and swallowed it.

The spiritual power of the monk in this Tianxian Realm seemed to be pretty good. After swallowing it, Chen Pan felt that his headache had improved a lot. What made him even more interesting was that this tentacle could still be controlled by himself.

This strange technique is a bit like an evil technique. It can strengthen himself by devouring others, but Chen Pan can't care so much at this moment. He absolutely doesn't want to experience that kind of terrible headache anymore. Moreover, these are evil cultivators, and they are not worth dying. Anyway, these mental powers are useless after death, and it's better to be cheaper than yourself.

"Haha!" Chen Pan laughed, as long as it was useful, and left the corpse in his hand. Chen Pan no longer killed randomly, but took the lives of his opponents one by one. At this time, several cultivators in the Tianxian Realm died. Boss Chen could no longer organize the Tiangang Demon-killing Formation. Without the formation, a group of monks in the bronze mountain village could not resist.

Under the attack of a magic weapon and the Lingxi Sword, more than 20 cultivators from the celestial fairy realm died in Chen Pan's hands. At this time, Chen Pan broke into the flock of sheep like a hungry tiger, slaughtering in large numbers, and was unstoppable.

Boss Chen's face was pale and completely lost in blood. He knew that his good luck had always been coming to an end. He could not compare to the other party, whether it was magic weapons or formations. Moreover, the man named Chen Pan seemed to have a unique martial art that could kill people invisibly and be unable to defend against them.

As Boss Chen thought about it, Chen Pan had killed all the 35 subordinates who had set up his formation. After absorbing the mental power of the 35-destined immortal cultivators, Chen Pan felt that his mental power had completely returned to full state. With all his strength, he could already condense five hundred Lingxi swords, which was his ultimate.

Moreover, through a period of devouring, Chen Pan found that this strange ability to devour mental power could not increase his mental power. After devouring the mental power of thirty-one cultivators in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, his mental power had been completely restored, and the few that were devoured later had no effect. This means that this strange ability can only help him recover his mental power but cannot increase his maximum mental power. In the words of the previous life game, this ability can restore his mental power but cannot increase the maximum amount of mental power.

Even so, it was enough to make Chen Pan ecstatic. The recovery of mental power was the most troublesome, especially for a monk like Chen Pan who fought with the Lingxi Sword, the amount of expense was quite terrifying. With this ability, he could fight by fighting by fighting. It can be said that he could be like Zhao Lei, not afraid of being beaten by someone with less strength than him.

After devouring the mental power of the 35th celestial immortal cultivator, a picture suddenly flashed through Chen Pan's mind. It was the scene after he lost consciousness when he sent Acao out of the Lingxi Sword Formation and broke the formation. It was like watching a movie replay, the virtual spirit armor broke and the soul became riddled with holes and almost shattered. The purple palace chalcedony poked out its tentacles, and then it was swallowed by its own soul. Then the soul turned purple, and the virtual spirit armor slowly repaired, and finally the soul recovered and rushed out of the Lingxi Sword Formation.

The clip was over here. Chen Pan finally knew how his soul had become like this, and also understood where the purple chalcedony was going. It turned out that it was still on his body, but it was finally not flowing into the outside world. Chen Pan couldn't explain the changes in the soul. Perhaps it was because in that case, the soul instinctively wanted to achieve the purpose of survival by devouring everything that could be restored, so he swallowed the purple chalcedony that was helpful to the soul, and it was more likely that he had the ability to devour the mental power. In general, this should still be in line with Darwin's theory of evolution, Chen Pan teased in his heart.

The situation changed drastically, Tongshanzhai was defeated and there was no morale to fight at all. He was not polite to these evil people, and they were all killed. After a moment, only Boss Chen was left on the entire battlefield.

"If you want to kill me, let me bury you with me!" Boss Chen yelled, urging his true energy without any precaution, and killed Chen Pan. This is the person he hated the most.

Although it was very terrible that trapped beasts still fought, the difference was the difference. Chen Pan easily blocked it with Yellow River No. 1, then used the Panzhi, held a big axe, and directly chopped the exhausted boss Chen and his gun into two petals.

After killing Boss Chen, Chen Pan's face was not at all happy, but suddenly became extremely pale, his eyes were full of horror, and he shouted shrillly at the sky: "No!"

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