Everyone couldn't help feeling palpitations when they saw the monks unable to resist.

Everyone has seen that this spoon ignores all defenses, and at the moment of its whereabouts, no one can stop it.

Every time it falls, a bruise will be left on the monk.

This level of damage seems insignificant and can be accepted by even mortals, but if you accumulate a small amount, it will be quite terrible.

Especially when even healing is ineffective, it means that these slight trauma will become more serious and worse, and will eventually threaten life.

Although this process will be very long, it may take hundreds of millions of hits or even more than one billion.

But there is no doubt that even if you cannot heal your wounds, hundreds of millions of minor injuries will eventually kill the monk.

"Impossible? It has no magic power at all. What is driving it?" an immortal said inexplicably.

No one can answer it. Everyone has excellent eyesight and powerful senses. It can be seen that this spoon is moving out of thin air.

At this moment, Bai Ge arrived.

He teleported to the scene, Gu Yu and others hurriedly lowered their heads and said, "Baidi!"

"Well... I know everything." Bai Ge stared at the spoon and hit the monk one after another.

He immediately confirmed in his heart: "It must be a containment."

He also tried to use a unified force field to restrain it, and there was no doubt that the spoon was still unswervingly hitting the target.

There are potentially knocking on the face, head, shoulders, chest, vest and even arms.

The monk twisted his body and tried to avoid fragile places.

When he saw Bai Ge coming, his eyes were filled with hope again: "Baidi! Save me!"

Bai Ge asked, "How can you be sure that it won't stop? Could it be able to speak and tell you that you must knock you to death?"

The monk held the blow and shouted, "It's just like this! It's giving me despair! It's tormenting me! It's just to use insignificant harm to pile me to death bit by bit... and slowly knock it to death!"

Bai Ge pondered and said to himself: Do you still have psychological oppression?

Seeing the monk's Xu Yi's gaze, Bai Ge thought about it and directly put the spoon into his mind.

"Parse it, bell!"

However, the next second, the spoon that appeared out of thin air hit the monk's head again.

"Ah! Useless, White Emperor!" The monk couldn't laugh or cry. He felt that he had committed a crime in his previous life.

"Bang!"

"What the hell is this...why does it hit me...who am I?"

"Bang!"

"Why...why! Why is it me?"

"Bang!"

"Stop knocking! Fuck it! Don't knock it soon!"

The monk shouted for a while, and suddenly shouted wildly: "Disable troops!"

He abandoned his body on the spot and a soul flew out. This time he did not spit it out, but directly broke through the sea of ​​qi.

This means that he can never go back, and it is a helpless move. He has had enough.

Thinking that he would not be able to practice in the future, he could only be smashed constantly, and his skin was broken, his face was disfigured, and he could not bear to live. He became ruthless in his heart and simply gave up his body.

"I'm not going to become an immortal!" As soon as he roared out, he heard the nightmare sound.

"Bang!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

I don’t know how hateful this spoon is. Even though he only had his soul left, he was still hit by a forcefully in the next second.

It is impossible to hide it from the soldiers because of the dismissal, and the spoon is tirelessly falling down.

The sound was like a death knell, reminding him every second: Never end!

Even the pain of the soul is even more unbearable. He will be unable to bear it after just a few strokes.

At this moment, he regretted it very much and felt that it would be better to use his body to resist. After all, he is a cultivator with thick skin and thick flesh, full of energy and spirit. The physical torture is actually completely tolerated.

But now, the soul is hit and a little bit of pain will be sensitively amplified to the extreme.

Because the soul will not have the ultimate self-protection of the brain, and pain is not felt through hormone secretion. As long as it is painful, it will be painful to death.

Obviously, every tap of this spoon will inevitably make people feel pain.

"Ahhh!" The monk's soul fled east and west, and was chased by a spoon.

Every time it falls, it takes at most one second, no matter how he flies, he will never disperse!

The hundreds of monks watching the monks on the field felt so heartbroken.

Originally, the body could last for decades, but now it's better, the soul may not be able to hold on for a year.

"Tsk tsk..." At the same time, Bai Ge has already understood the characteristics of this spoon.

At this moment, there was a spoon in his mind, which he had collected.

But it's useless. In the real world, there is still a spoon, persevering and knocking the man to death slowly.

The bell said: "Depending on the characteristics, the tap of this spoon is force majeure and cannot be stopped no matter what."

"Once it is chosen as the target, you will never die and persevere in the face of the other party until you die!"

"Whether it is the escape of light speed, the movement of momentum, or the transfer of time and space, even the difference in dimensions, the transition of dimensionality... it will chase it and appear next to the target, performing force majeure strikes!"

"Its strikes ignore the absolute damage of defense and cannot be cured. According to the target's ability to withstand, its damage will also increase in proportion. In short, it will definitely hurt the target, but it will not hurt very much. It will definitely hurt the target, but it will not hurt very much. Under the slow and long attack, let the target move towards death at a speed of 'squirming'."

"No matter how resistant the goal is, no matter how tenacious the vitality of the goal is... If a year is not enough, ten years will be, and if a decade is not enough, a hundred years will be. Even if you hit the end of the world, you will have to kill the target."

"The target who is infinitely hunted will feel its despair, the kind of despair that is not too much every time, but persevering and persistent. The psychological pressure felt by the target is a kind of malice, and it is inexplicably malice that must die."

Bai Ge immediately took a breath of cold air.

This containment was the least useless thing he had ever seen, but it was extremely terrifying.

"Master, this thing is a perpetual motion machine. If you add a robotic arm to it and connect a mechanical work system, its waving can do work infinitely and drive the machinery..." said Lingling.

"It's useless!"

Bell said: "Because it must catch up with the target within one second, if the pursuer escapes at sub-light speed, it will chase at sub-light speed faster. And because it will never stop, even if it is connected to a heavy object, it will inevitably drag the heavy object to the place where the pursuer is... In other words, it is a 'horse' that ignores energy consumption and movement mass. This 'horse' can theoretically drag out a light-speed carriage..."

Bai Ge said speechlessly: "We can all jump, what's the use of sailing at the speed of light..."

Lingling said: "Yes, I have tried my best to consider its purpose, but it seems useless... After all, we are no longer the weakest, and the containment will definitely do more harm than good for us."

"You said it can even ignore the dimensional pursuit, but why did a second appear after I took it into my brain?" Bai Ge asked.

"In fact, it can be destroyed, because it is only force majeure during the tapping process. When you knock it once and then briefly open the distance, it can be destroyed. But it is useless, because it will definitely appear again on the next tapping."

"It is not just an object, a spoon is a manifestation. Whether it exists in the world or not, it will not affect its effect. The target being chased must die! This is destined that even if it is destroyed, it must ensure the phenomenon of 'spoon knocking'."

"Because the medium of brains and reality only controls you, the spoon cannot travel between the two places, so it is regarded as destruction."

"Although it is not actually destroyed, but exists in the brain, it is necessary to continue chasing it with perseverance, so the spoon will definitely be chased within the specified time. If it is really impossible to catch it, a second spoon will hit the target. The slowest thing is, it must be kept once a second!"

Bai Ge sighed, it was simply incomprehensible.

I will never stop until I die, and I will never stop until I die, and I will still have to die.

Because of the specificity of the brain, there was an extra spoon in this containment.

"What are the conditions for it to choose to hunt down the target?" Bai Ge asked.

Lingling said: "In a certain range, random, that is, whoever is not lucky nearby deserves it..."

Bai Ge was stunned suddenly and looked up at the soul that was in pain. He saw a small part of the soul of the monk who was knocked to pieces.

The monk seemed to collapse. At the same time as his realm began to collapse, his magic power surged abnormally, and his soul exploded in an instant.

"No! He self-destructed!"

This man was still persisting the previous second, but suddenly felt dead the next second, and he caught his self-destruction off guard.

Bai Ge, who thought that he would be selected as the next target of his luck, was a little unconfident in his luck, hummed the song as soon as possible.

"bgm!" He suddenly activated the bgm he got from Goethe. Its main function was nine times more blessings for luck.

However, almost at the same time, the bell said, "Do not do this!"

The next second, with the blessing of nine times of luck, a spoon hit Bai Ge's head.

"Bang!"

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Chapter completed!