The fairy bone stone flew halfway and suddenly stopped strangely in the air. Qingyu and others looked at Zhuang Yu suspiciously.

Zhuang Yu stared at the hovering fairy bone stone and blinked, "It wasn't me who made it, but there was a strange force blocking it. I could not make it move forward even if I tried my best to cultivate myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qingyu, Jingbing, Huahu and others secretly issued spiritual power to push the fairy bone stone, but the fairy bone stone remained motionless like a rock in the rapids.

Long Ping was surprised to see this. She first walked to Lang Xing and put her hand on Lang Xing's wrist to find out that there was no spiritual power to operate. Then she frowned and said to everyone, "And all have their spiritual power."

Everyone knew how to put away their spiritual power, and then everyone frowned and looked at the immortal bone stone that could hang in the air without any support.

Lang Xing smiled slightly and said, "Look carefully." The most hard and hard fairy bone stone then burst open and broke into a bunch of black smoke.

"Is it really useless spiritual power?" Rui Bing asked Master with a look of surprise. Although her cultivation level could be determined, she really couldn't believe that such a thing would happen. Everyone turned their attention to the Immortal Concubine Huayu.

Zhixia frowned slightly and nodded slightly. Although she knew that Lang Xing was using the power of thought, the power of thought that was so powerful still shocked her.

"It's really useless to have any spiritual power." Long Ping gave a clearer answer. After saying that, she looked at Lang Xing slowly retreating to Xianyu with a serious expression, from standing in the last row to standing in the first row.

Lang Xing looked at Zhuang Yu and the others with funny eyes and said, "If you don't see clearly, you can try again. If you think the Immortal Bone Stone is not hard enough, you can change to something else. It doesn't matter if you throw out your spiritual treasures, as long as you are willing to do so."

Qingyu took out a soft silk thread, raised it high and asked, "Is this OK?"

"What is it? Why can't I see anything?" Lang Xing asked with a smile on his eyes.

Everyone's eyes were straightened because they clearly saw that the faint silk that Qingyu was holding suddenly disappeared. The scene was exactly the same as being transformed into invisible by powerful magic power, but there was no fluctuation of spiritual power.

Qingyu was stunned for a moment before she let out a scream like a sting of a scorpion. She retreated back in horror, knocking the light rain sitting behind her.

After the chaos, there was silence. The timid Su'er, Lan Yin and others were trembling slightly involuntarily.

Lang Xing opened a bright smile and looked at Jiangxiao with a squinted look, "Little frog in the well, how is my Taoism better than those you have ever heard of?"

Jiangxiao, who was full of horror, suddenly became angry when he saw him like this and said annoyedly: "You are hiding so deeply. You don't even tell me. You are so good!"

Lang Xing hurriedly smiled and said, "It's not that I'm hiding it from you, I just realized it recently, and I didn't have time to tell you."

Jiangxiao's trouble made everyone feel a little more at ease. Long Ping asked, "What kind of magic power is this?"

"The power of thought." Lang Xing replied with a smile and looked at everyone and said, "I just mentioned breaking the consensus of the cultivation world. I showed this move to prove it. The cultivation world takes spiritual power as orthodox, and the others are regarded as wrong paths. In fact, this is a big mistake."

As soon as he said this, Jing Bing interrupted with an itch and said, "Can your power of thought be used to fight against the enemy in the face? How powerful can it be?"

This is a question that everyone wants to ask, so no one blames her for being too talkative and all look at Lang Xing with eager eyes.

Lang Xing sighed helplessly and scolded Jing Bing: "What a fool. Asking this kind of question is to lose the foundation and end. The more detailed the question, the less promising it. Whether it is spiritual power or the power of thought, it is just one of many powers. In addition, there is also the power of thought that you have heard. I won't say much about the others. What I want to tell you now is not to take the consensus of the world of cultivation as the ultimate principle. As for the details of the power of thought, you can talk about it later. Compared to the improvement of the vision, it is really a little bit. You can't even tell the difference."

Jing Bing was scolded and pouted, but no matter how the other party said it was all the uncle. She could only bear it in such an occasion. Jiangxiao glared and said, "We admit that we are stupid. We can't compare with your smartness. Can you keep it less indifferent?!"

Lang Xing laughed and pointed at Jiangxiao and said, "Then I will let you understand carefully." Before he finished speaking, Jiangxiao was already silenced and collapsed.

Long Ping ascended into the air, and the holy glory of a monk who turned into a feather was blooming outside. He said to Lang Xing with some embarrassment: "I also want to experience it myself, I don't know if it's abrupt."

Lang Xing looked at her with a smile, but no action was seen, and Long Ping had fallen.

The field fell into silence again, and everyone realized that they were witnessing strange things that were unprecedented, which was really enough to subvert the cognition of the world of cultivating.

After a while, Nuandong asked Long Ping: "Can you not resist that kind of power with your cultivation?"

Long Ping looked at Lang Xing with deep fear in his eyes, not daring to answer this question easily.

Lang Xing smiled and said to her: "It's okay, they are all close people, but it's okay."

Then Long Ping said to Nuan Dong: "Cultivation is completely useless. I can only wait to be slaughtered when facing such an attack."

Everyone was so serious that if the cultivation level was useless in the face of such an attack, then the person who mastered this power would be the nemesis of the monks. The results of everyone's hard cultivation were a joke. This kind of blow was too heavy. No wonder he always said he was afraid of shaking everyone's heart of Tao.

Nuandong squinted at Lang Xing. Of course, she wanted to experience it herself, but as a senior sister, she had opportunities, so she could bear it for the time being. The main reason was that she felt that Lang Xing had leaked such a big secret was a bit hasty, and she could no longer add fuel to the fire.

Lang Xing smiled at her, Nuan Dong immediately started to urge her cultivation, and then she burst into tears and fell down.

"Is there any foolish person who loses his money?" Lang Xing asked with a smile.

Before he could finish his speech, everyone opened the divine light of protecting his body. Even Shen Qing couldn't help but want to figure out how strong his mind was.

The screams were heard, leaving only the thin-skinned Su'er and Lan Yin.

Su'er's face turned red in embarrassment, while Lan Yin bit her cherry lips in a daze.

With Lang Xing's happy laughter, the two of them also exclaimed in surprise.

When everyone recovered, Lang Xing looked at them with a quiet look and said, "At this moment when he has a high understanding, he should have realized that the power of thought is higher than spiritual power, that is, the world of spiritual power that specializes in spiritual power is actually only at a lower position."
Chapter completed!