Me and My Cold CEO Wife Chapter 1951 1940: Dual Chanting

Humans are not machines, no matter how calm one's state of mind is, they cannot erase ntal fluctuations.

To truly achieve total detachnt, perhaps only an Immortal Buddha can do that.

Moreover, with the violent aura exuded by the Black Dragon, it doesn't look like it has a state of total detachnt.

"Why is this happening?"

At this mont, Ning Fan's pupils constricted. He felt another surge of ntal waves, and these spiritual powers were locking onto him tightly.

"Could it be dual casting?"

Recalling the ntal influence effect brought by the Black Dragon's chanting, Ning Fan cursed, "Damn beast, what a despicable trick."

At this mont, Ning Fan understood everything.

The Black Dragon's real killing move wasn't the soothing chant he imagined.

The Black Dragon's chant was actually an auxiliary magic.

Although he didn't know the specific effects of this magic, it must be related to the mind.

This is also why the Black Dragon didn't have any ntal fluctuations even when taking damage.

Under the effect of this auxiliary magic, all ntal fluctuations were forcibly smoothed out.

And during the chanting of the auxiliary magic, the Black Dragon secretly brewed a real attack magic.

The Black Dragon had been casting two types of magic simultaneously, one in the open and one in the dark.

It was just that the celestial phenona were so astonishing that Ning Fan always thought the Black Dragon's chanting magic was to attack him.

Even realizing this, it was too late for Ning Fan to respond,

since the Black Dragon's spiritual power had locked onto him, indicating the magic was ready and could strike at any mont.

"Fuck!"

Ning Fan shouted in anger and disappeared from his original spot.

Being deceived by a beast today was an enormous humiliation for him.

This kind of intellectual suppression was the reason for Ning Fan's desperation.

At an extre speed, Ning Fan's figure continued to leap in the air,

attempting to widen the distance and shake off this spiritual lock.

But on the ntal level, such a lock is not easily dismissible by spatial distance.

No matter how far he escaped, the Black Dragon's spiritual power was entangling him like a relentless bug.

At this mont, Ning Fan suddenly stopped, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn bug, crawl and wail under my power."

"Run away. At least it adds a little fun."

"I will give you the most luxurious funeral."

...

Looking at the tiny black dot fleeing frantically ahead, the Black Dragon felt a wave of satisfaction in its eyes. If it could speak, it wouldn't mind saying a few parting words.

In the aid of the auxiliary magic, the ntal pressure had been lifted.

But the dragon language magic in a murmur would lose its effect once spoken aloud.

The Black Dragon certainly wouldn't commit such a low-level mistake.

"Die, damn bug."

Just then, the magic power within the Black Dragon vanished instantly, along with a noticeable slimming of its appearance. Its obsidian-like scales lost their shine.

Despite feeling powerless, barely managing to stay afloat, the Black Dragon's sole complete eye glead with a ruthless satisfaction.

"Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation!"

If possible, the Black Dragon really wanted to shout this, but now it could only revel in it silently in its mind.

But the next mont, the Black Dragon's satisfied expression vanished, its gaze petrified as it stared blankly ahead.

...

"Since I can't escape, I'll drag you down with ."

The determined Ning Fan no longer chose to flee but turned back toward the Black Dragon, and during his flight, a streak of white light raced in the opposite direction.

"Whether Mary lives or dies depends on her luck."

Ning Fan smiled bitterly to himself. Even he couldn't guarantee his own survival in the next mont.

A dark expression flickered montarily, and Ning Fan gritted his teeth, "I refuse to believe your attack has a friend-foe recognition function."

Ning Fan had another thought: with the Black Dragon's massive form, it would bear the brunt of a Forbidden Spell.

Looking at the ever-enlarging lizard face and particularly noting the Black Dragon's round pupils, Ning Fan felt a wave of triumph, laughing boldly, "Big lizard, you didn't expect to co back, did you?"

Ning Fan's ntion of the big lizard once again successfully enraged the Black Dragon.

"Damn bug, I will swallow you."

The Black Dragon was montarily stunned; in its rage, it accidentally spoke its mind aloud.

Then the Black Dragon's pupils shrank. Since it spoke and there was no magical backlash, it ant the magic had already ford.

Seeing Ning Fan a re ten ters away, the Black Dragon frantically beat its wings, mobilizing its magic power to escape and widen the distance between them.

But it seed too late...

Due to the magic tide, the raging winds finally stopped, and the low-hanging clouds vanished.

The clouds of dust stopped floating and began to fall like raindrops; the sky turned clear again.

Bright skies, fair weather, and long-lost sunlight poured down freely, lighting this area into brilliant gold.

Ti seed to stop at this mont, turning the scene into the most beautiful landscape photo.

If the atmosphere in the photo were better, it could be called perfect.

In the "photo," Ning Fan wore a ferocious cold smile, while the other main character looked panic-stricken, with less than ten ters between them.

At this mont, a clear, lodious ding sounded in the quiet space.

Like a Heavenly Sound, it seed a kind of signal, followed by continuous crisp cracking sounds.

The frozen "photo" shattered like cracked glass, spreading countless spiderweb-like lines.

With a crisp snap, the "photo" on the verge of breaking shattered completely.

As the "photo" disappeared, the sunny sky instantly turned dark.

In the play of light and shadow, countless blood-red lightning bolts appeared out of thin air, then cut through the sky, rushing toward Ning Fan.

Ning Fan had no idea what had just happened,

he only felt the sky shift from cloudy to clear, then back to cloudy.

As the sky turned darker than before, Ning Fan saw the blood-red lightning striking toward him.

Unable to summon Spiritual Energy to shield himself, Ning Fan exhaled in relief.

Because all the blood-red lightning bolts missed, none of them struck.

And they were very poorly aid, each one landed more than ten ters away from him.

"Flashy nonsense."

At that mont, a strange red light suddenly flared up in the dark space.

Countless red lights covered the sky, looking both eerie and terrifying.

Seeing the source of the red light, Ning Fan finally understood why the lightning missed and diverged so far.

These blood-red lightning bolts weren't ant to kill; their real purpose was to construct a large-scale magic formation.

The lightning hit the ground and moved with lightning-fast speed, sketching a crimson magic formation in the blink of an eye.