Chapter 527: Hard to suppress!

Chapter 527: Hard to suppress!

Depressed.

Lost.

The depressed mood condensed and did not dissipate.

The demonic energy in the sky.

Gradually suppressed.

In the place of enlightenment in Longchang, the face of the green-shirted man who was entrenched was red and ferocious, and the veins on his forehead were surging. The demonic energy in his body was surging and he was trying his best to resist as if he was fighting against something. As the rich and clear air poured into his body, the irritable breath gradually calmed down.

"One breath!"

"Two breaths!"

"Three breaths!"

"Ten breaths!"

The dean of the academy was also whispering above.

After twenty breaths, the resistance struggle gave up, and the green-shirted man collapsed there as if he was exhausted. After a long time, he opened his clear eyes, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot, extremely tired. He also knew everything that had just happened, and his face was full of complex and lonely emotions.

"I lost control!" Chu Xun murmured, his face full of disappointment. He had read so many books and thought that the righteousness would last forever, but he still couldn't resist it. If it weren't for the righteousness of Confucianism and Taoism, and the help of the remaining holy breath of the Saint of Reason, he couldn't imagine what would happen.

The blooming lust, evil desire, desire for destruction, destruction and killing, that was the idea of ​​cruelly slaughtering old friends, madly surged in his heart. If he wasn't trapped here, he couldn't imagine how he would face the various evil desires.

Old friends.

Disciples.

Friends.

Strangers.

If he slaughtered them all when he lost control, and there would be no old friends around him when he woke up, it would be a great blow to his soul, and the black sludge would inevitably take this opportunity to erode his mind, breaking it down bit by bit, turning a living person into a madman who only knew how to kill.

How sad?

He vaguely understood why the great forces outside chose to seal this thing. This was not something that people of low realms should master, and those who possessed this ability did not need to steal the energy of the beast of time. He sighed softly, "Ominous curse...!"

The dean of the academy walked down from the sky. At this moment, he was more concerned about Chu Xun's mental state. This kind of tyranny was suppressed again and again, but it was never released. It was easy to breed twisted perversion in the deepest part of the mind, even if it was not noticeable on the surface. This kind of loss of control was often exposed inadvertently, which was also the evil side of the curse.

"Chu Xun!" he shouted softly.

"Dean!"

Chu Xun also looked weakly.

The dean of the academy looked at Chu Xun with his blue eyes, and a powerful spiritual force invaded; and Chu Xun's consciousness instinctively condensed into a star barrier as a protection, but Chu Xun dispersed the star barrier, knowing that the dean of the academy would not harm him, and the powerful spiritual power swept through his mind, but did not find any trace of evil thoughts.

This made the dean of the academy feel extremely heavy. He didn't know whether the evil thoughts were hidden too well or Chu Xun was really not born. He fell into silence for a while. After a good chat, he said, "Call me first if you feel uncomfortable!"

"Okay!"

Chu Xun forced a smile.

After taking a few short breaths and regaining some strength, he picked up the scriptures that he had not read yet with his right hand. Now the only thing he could do was to read books. The more he read, the thicker the poetry and books in his chest, and the purer the noble spirit; he didn't know if it would work, but this was the only thing he could do.

"Alas!"

After the dean of the academy walked a short distance away.

He turned around and looked.

Seeing the young man in blue shirt reading.

He sighed in his heart.

Even the despair born after knowing the origin of the black sludge was not as serious as this. Chu Xun lost control again and again, but now he could still suppress it with the noble spirit left by the Saint of Reason. What if he couldn't suppress it and lost control one day? What if he accumulated it for a long time and didn't vent it with him?

That kind of powerlessness.

It made him decadent.

He also realized why the Ji family left so determinedly.

This is an unsolvable situation.

…

Reading scriptures.

Reading books.

Writing reviews.

Boring and tedious.

But it seems to be the only thing he can do.

This area has long been banned, even the dean of the academy rarely comes here, and these scriptures are like the few things he can do in his life.

So.

Day after day.

I don't know how time passes.

And the outside world.

It is also changing in a turbulent way.

The Qin Dynasty swallowed up the power of Zhongzhou as before, and with the swallowing of Tianyan Daotong, the gap between it and Yuhua Dynasty disappeared, the contradictions between the two increased day by day, and small-scale melees broke out frequently, and the situation in Jiuzhou fell into a complex situation with intertwined roots.

Daozhou.

Ruzhou.

Chenzhou.

Huangzhou.

Although there is a connection between them, it is much weaker than before, as if a crucial fuse is missing in the middle, causing the connection between the parties to suddenly fade.

In these years.

Time.

It also passed silently.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

In the blink of an eye.

It has been three years since Chu Xun was imprisoned in the holy land of Longchang for enlightenment. With Chu Xun's loss of control at the end of the first year, the subsequent academy's ban increased. Except for the scriptures that can enter this area, it has almost completely turned into a prison. This situation continued until the end of the second year.

The demonic energy in Chu Xun gradually calmed down, and the number of outbreaks became weaker and weaker. Until the third year, there was no outbreak of demonic energy in his body. It was completely calm, and the intensity of the ban was weakened.

"Swish!"

Now.

A figure appeared in the sky above this holy land. It was naturally the dean of the academy. He looked at the young man in green below. The aura of righteousness was so strong that he had completely suppressed the evil spirit in his body. He also showed a little relief and relaxation. Even though he felt that all this was too dreamy, he still felt that it should be so.

Academy holy land.

Righteousness.

Plus a strong mind.

Could it be that such a pure practitioner could not control this beast of time and space? Even if there was an ominous curse, recalling the loss of control at the end of the first year and the loss of control for a whole year in the second year, each outbreak required the help of the academy holy land, and even the quasi-emperor of the academy showed up to suppress it. Isn’t it amazing enough?

"Dean!"

The man in green below naturally sensed the person coming from above, put down the book in his hand, and said gently with a gentle and mellow smile on his face: "Three years!"

"Yeah!"

The dean of the academy nodded.

For three years.

Confined here.

Never seen anyone.

"I feel much better, I want to go back to the Wasteland!" Chu Xun said calmly. In the past three years, he has been studying the scriptures of the academy. His mind has been tempered, and he misses the Wasteland more and more.

"Leave!"

The dean of the academy whispered softly, his serious face was slightly hesitant, and thinking back to the fact that he had not been eroded by the devil's energy for the third year, he stared at Chu Xun's eyes calmly, and a strong spiritual force invaded.

Chu Xun cooperated very well and dispersed the "Primordial Spirit Star", allowing the dean of the academy to sweep through the depths of his soul, but the latter did not feel any residual devil's energy, and when he withdrew his consciousness, a brief shock and dream appeared in his eyes.

Solved?

There is no solution to this.

Ji family.

Shenzhou continent.

The ominous curse that even the powerful practitioners of the major forces in the outside world were powerless to resolve was just like this?

A bit of fantasy was born.

Somewhat unrealistic.

But thinking of the ferocious demonic energy that frequently erupted in the second year, if it weren't for the righteous spirit of Confucianism that had been condensed in the academy's ancestral land for thousands of years, Chu Xun would have lost control long ago. He also felt that it was natural for this to be resolved.