บท 900: The weight of the crown (4) _1

"Chi ..."

The moment Lu Xin pressed his hand on the sword-wielder's forehead, a massive surge of mental energy exploded forth, threatening to tear the sword-wielder's entire body apart.

The massive and solid mental power seemed to contain infinite power and was like a flowing liquid.

The moment they touched each other, an infinite power exploded.

Lu Xin could even feel the flesh and blood on his palm being sliced off the moment he touched it, leaving only a bare bone behind. Then, even his bones were carbonized before they shattered into pieces. He was reduced to dust.

It was an existence that no one could touch.

Even a glance at it would make one's entire spiritual framework scatter and go completely crazy, let alone touch it.

"Here ... I ... Knelt ... I ..."

However, Lu Xin still clenched his teeth and shouted with all his might.

He seemed to hear his voice being dragged out infinitely. Some words were shouted out, and some words disappeared.