Mental power, deprivation.
This is Yuan Jing's mace against Yan Tao.
The tiger has lost its claws and tusks. No matter how strong it is, it is just a cat.
Yan Tao is in chains.
The dark light shrouded him and showed a little gray in the young man's white clothes.
Together, Yan Tao's handsome and charming face was reflected in the dark.
Her speed is getting slower and slower.
The mental power in the body is losing at an unprecedented rate.
There seemed to be countless needles stabbing her on her temples.
The pain was almost maddening.
Yan Tao's eyebrows and eyes are as cold as winter frost and snow.
She suddenly stood still, no longer avoided, and stood in place coldly and faintly.
Let the countless chains swing around her, slowly approaching and approaching again.
Yan Tao's flirtatious and long peach blossom eyes were full of quiet and cold colors, which faintly fell on the face of the man in black opposite.
Four eyes are opposite.
The man in black felt cold at the bottom of his heart for no reason.
There was a chill under the soles of the feet.
He seemed to look into the eyes of an ancient fierce beast that was really annoyed by people.
The young man's eyes are clearly cold and clear, without any emotion.
But the deep cold makes people afraid and panic.
The man in black panicked inexplicably.
Immediately shouted: "lock him!"
When the fifteen people around heard the speech, they immediately acted as ordered.
16 BLACK chains, one after another.
All locked on the boy.
That bracelet is too wide and thick.
The 16 chains almost completely wrapped Yantao's whole body.
Yan Tao stood where he was, but his body trembled involuntarily.
In my mind, the pain of mental power being stripped away almost drives me crazy.
The beads of sweat like soybeans fell from Yan Tao's forehead and hit the cold black chain.
Just, it hurts again.
Yan Tao's handsome face didn't feel any pain, but his face became more and more pale.
Her hands crossed the black chain and lifted slowly from the gap.
Thin fingers continue to print, layer after layer, one after another.
The white finger almost left a shadow in the air. It was as fast as lightning.
In front of Yan Tao, the pale golden light was more and more dazzling.
She was locked in 16 chains, slightly lowered her eyes, and didn't see anyone again.
Only two hands can move.
Only two hands kept forming virtual seals in mid air.
Her thin lips moved slightly, and she spit out a string of scriptures that others can't understand.
The invisible wind rises from the soles of her feet.
The strong wind blew around the body, blowing the boy's black hair disorderly and wildly.
And in the strong wind, those eyebrows and eyes became more and more sharp and cold.
In the open and messy main control room, 16 people who have trapped Yantao have not completely dispersed their joy. Inexplicably, they feel that an extremely strong wind burst out across the street.
The wind was so strong that they could hardly open their eyes.
Yuan Jing stood in the corner and raised his arm to block the strong wind blowing towards him.
Just now, the fake Yantao, who has always been a spectator in the corner, also raised his eyes in surprise.
How is that possible?
Yan Tao's spirit has been completely suppressed.
He can see.
So, at the moment, where can she put such a powerful spiritual force?
Moreover, in the process of mental deprivation, the more mental power is released, the faster the deprivation speed is.
People will only suffer more.