Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Coldness filled the place, leaving the ice rigid.
Rāhu Xiaoming stood with his eyes firmly shut, like he was asleep.
Li Qingshan approached the ice. As soon as the tips of his fingers came into contact with the surface, a chilling coldness filled his Yin Soul, making him pull his hand back in a hurry. He communicated, “Xiaoming! Xiaoming!”
However, even soul sense could not penetrate this sturdy prison of ice. If he destroyed it by force, he would definitely alarm Ao Xuan.
With a thought, he took two steps back and stared straight at Rāhu Xiaoming in the ice. He brought his index and middle fingers together on his right hand and pressed them against his forehead before swiping downwards. A demonic thought shot out from his forehead, through the ice and into Rāhu Xiaoming’s forehead.
At that moment, the surrounding scenery twisted and changed, receding rapidly. A blood-red land unfurled as galaxies stretched through the sky.
Li Qingshan beamed inside, I’m in!
This was the most basic technique from the Secret Scroll of Inner Demons. Normally, it was not particularly useful. Controlling inner demons was about being unpredictable and catching the enemy off-guard. Posing around in front of the enemy was simply foolish, but it was extraordinarily effective at a time like this.
“This should be Xiaoming’s sea of consciousness, but where is he?”
Li Qingshan cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out, “Xiaoming!”
His voice echoed through the vast land. As soon as he called out, a familiar voice rang out from behind him, “Turn around!”
Li Qingshan turned around. A boy stood on top of a huge boulder with a slingshot drawn, pointing it at him.
When he turned around, a pellet whistled past his face. Li Qingshan was unfazed. He asked, “Why have you turned small again?”
“You idiot, this is my sea of consciousness. How did you get in here?”
If it were not for the fact that Rāhu Xiaoming possessed great confidence in his mental disposition, he basically would have suspected he had developed demonic thoughts because he was in dire straits.
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