Chapter 192： The coercion of the soul power of 3 people (3) (1/2)

Under this pressure, Wang Feng felt that his soul power absorption had become much faster, and his body's muscle fibers were repeatedly compressing and consolidating themselves.

At this time, feeling Wang Feng's spirit power was lifted, Dream Machine was a little relieved.

Has he finally used his soul power?

However, after the sixtieth level, the increase in coercion at each level is far stronger than the previous level!

After the soul power is cultivated, the gap between the first level will be bigger and bigger!

Immediately afterwards, the Dream Machine began to continue to increase the pressure of soul power, gradually increasing level by level.

Instead, he felt that he was under the most pressure.

Mengshenji couldn’t imagine that at this moment, he was exerting pressure on a thirty-fourth-level spirit master...

Until the sixty-fourth level.

Wang Feng’s complexion changed slightly, and his whole body spirit power ran wildly to resist this pressure, but the terrifying spirit power pressure, like waves of tsunamis, threw on him, stirring the space around him, every In seconds, he seemed to have endured countless ruthless slaps.

”Xuan Ming Jia!”

Wang Feng quietly released the Xuan Ming armor and attached it to the surface of his upper body, no one noticed.

What's interesting is that Wang Feng discovered that under the pressure of this terrifying soul power, the control of Xuanming thorn seems to have become more rapid!

When he was happy in his heart, he turned his attention away, while allowing his body to automatically run the soul power to resist, while controlling a trace of soul power, he carried out subtle control of the mysterious sting.

One... two... fifty... sixty.

‘Fuck, in this state, the control over the number of Xuanming thorns has increased, as expected. It's no wonder that Xiao San's Eight Spider Lances can be perfectly controlled in this situation... This time, let's control hundreds more! ’

For the first three hundred roots, Wang Feng used it for five months, and the next two months averaged one hundred roots a month. As the control of soul power became more sophisticated, the number of controls was rapidly increasing.

Now, under the pressure of this spirit power, it has soared!

Moreover, this kind of control is undetectable.

It is like the levator ani exercise, which is to tighten the chrysanthemum and exercise the **** sphincter.

You stand next to someone else and perform dozens of levator movements unknowingly. Others can't notice it at all...unless the other person has opened a fluoroscopy, you can clearly understand the movement of your internal muscles.

The same is true for the three Mengshenji Spirit Douluos, unless they can see through and see the spirit power flow in Wang Feng's body clearly, can they see Xuanming Jia and Xuanming Thorn.

In this way, Wang Feng quickly increased his control over the number of Xuanming thorns in this situation.

At this time, Wang Feng's spiritual consciousness was all controlling the subtle soul power, pouring into the Xuanming thorns, performing micro-control.

On the outside, horrors appeared on everyone's faces.

”Xiao Feng, this kid... isn't it a use of martial arts? He has almost reached the 67th rank of soul power!”

Zao Wou-ki looked at him in a cold sweat, at level sixty-seven, even if he was in the position where Wang Feng was, he would be a little uncomfortable, he must use his martial arts.

Mengshen Ji didn't dare to increase the pressure of soul power.

Because of further improvement, he needs to possess the spirit of martial arts to ensure the subtle control, otherwise, if he is not careful, the pressure of spirit power will crush the opponent to death!

”Stop it for now...”

Zhilin also saw that a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. There was no way. At this point, they really didn't know the limit of this monster captain.

If you keep pressing it down, what should I do if something goes wrong?

However, at this moment, Wang Feng opened his eyes in a daze:

”Why don't you continue?”

”...” Everyone.

Wang Feng felt that the speed of controlling Xuanming's thorns had slowed down, and then he came back to his senses, as if the opponent's spirit power could no longer be overwhelmed.

At this time, the controllable number of Xuanming thorns had increased to more than 400.

However, as soon as he recovered, Wang Feng felt a terrible pain all over his body, as if he was suffocating his breath.

”Ma De, I just focused on the control of Xuan Ming thorn... I didn't feel it...”

Wang Feng shed a cold sweat, ”It's almost reaching the limit... However, the higher the limit, it may be able to inspire meteor tears... Even once! But if this level of coercion rises, I am afraid I can't bear it, but if there are three The sixty-seventh-level spirit power pressure should be just right.”

No way, the increase in the pressure of each level of spirit power behind is too huge.