Chapter 239 (1/2)
On the square in front of the gate of the ethereal college, the dark crowd is still crowded in front of the tall stone tablet, but there is no excitement at the beginning. The ranking on the stone tablet has not changed much, and some people who started early are still in front.
Liu Yan also some boring crowded in the middle of the crowd, staring at the stone row number, dare not leave, no matter what the result, he will be here until the wind son Mo out.
Fengzimo, however, is still climbing step by step, and seems to be even slower. He has reached more than 400 steps. The pressure from the top of the tower has made fengzimo feel obvious pressure. Now he has to lift his whole soul power to withstand the pressure, but the climbing is less than half of it. Behind it, it is more difficult.
Fengzimo is constantly surpassed by others, and has been ranked at the bottom. His cultivation is not dominant. Almost everyone who surpasses will give him a point of ridicule and disdain. A little pause, the wind son Mo looked up at the top of the tower, full of shadows, even the top of the tower is submerged in the crowd.
Raise foot again, the wind son Mo stepped on the next step, a dull pressure let him have a kind of vomiting impulse, wind son Mo a little thought, in the sea of consciousness in the sacrifice of zhenhun bell, his spirit consciousness of the sea firmly protected. Sure enough, that kind of uncomfortable pressure feeling suddenly disappeared. Comfortable spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, the wind son Mo continues to start to step.
At 550 steps, the pressure reappeared again, and fengzimo set up a zhenhun clock outside the first one, and then continued to climb as fast as before. At this time, the previous fast climbers slowed down, but it seems that they can't bear the pressure. Fengzimo is not like others. He wants to give some disdainful eyes to see those who are surpassed by him, but ignores their existence and keeps climbing step by step.
At 720 steps, fengzimo tried his best to sacrifice the fourth level zhenhun clock, but the terrible pressure still penetrated in, and fengzimo had to sit cross legged. The people in front of fengzimo are already very sparse, less than 100 people, and many people are also sitting on the steps, struggling to resist the authority of the tower top.
On the way up, he may be hurt by the power. Fengzimo combs his experiences since he stepped into the world of practitioners, thinking about how to deal with the current problems. Since he has come, it's not fengzimo's style to give up for the first time.
After thinking for a while, fengzimo thought that since the oppression of Tongtian tower was aimed at the spirit, he had to find a way from the cultivation of the spirit. At the time of a cup of tea, fengzimo's eyes suddenly brightened. Although there was no record in the second half of Liuhe day's menstruation, fengzimo always had the same truth.
In terms of energy cultivation, with the continuous improvement of the realm, that is to say, the process of continuous consolidation of energy, can the spirit energy do the same? Compress, solidify, make it produce qualitative change, and this Tongtian tower is the best environment. Fengzimo thinks about the time he went to school on earth. Gas can turn into liquid under enough pressure.
This is fengzimo's style. Although he also has Lu yadaojun's knowledge, he doesn't know much about the cultivation after the divine realm. It is because of his ignorance that he is fearless. If other practitioners who have practiced for thousands of years do not dare to make such a move to their own soul sea awareness easily, an carelessness may be the destruction of sea awareness and become an idiot.
Fengzimo sinks his mind into the sea of knowledge. Under the four soul bells, fengzimo's sea of knowledge has been condensed into a ball with the soul bead as the center, like a tiny cloud. From the space ring, Ge Hongyan took out a pill that GE Hongyan gave him last time before he was robbed, wrapped it in his mouth with energy. Then, suddenly removed the outermost of the town soul clock.
The pressure suddenly tightened, covering the clouds from all directions, squeezing the clouds crazily. Fengzimo felt as if he had been hit by several high-speed trains at the same time, and as if ten thousand steel needles had penetrated into the spirit. The pain could not be described in words. Wind son Mo a bite the tip of the tongue, forcibly keep their own Lingtai, leave a trace of clear, lest be this pain pressure faint.
Just when fengzimo was about to bite his tongue, the cloud group finally changed a little and shrunk a bit. It seemed that it was through effective contact area to reduce the influence of prestige, and gradually adapted to the pressure, and the pain gradually dissipated. Let oneself slow a little bit, the wind son Mo once again removed a Zhen soul clock, just adapted to the pressure of the cloud group was hit again, the wind son Mo mouth a tight, a blood from the corner of the mouth overflow, he still bite his tongue. The cloud shrank again, withstanding the pressure. Wind son Mo is to feel a burst of weakness, as if his soul to be detached.
As soon as the energy is shocked, fengzimo swallows the prepared pills into his stomach. The spirit energy of RUSI is released slowly and flows into his sea of knowledge. Then he feels that he has recovered a little. With the energy flowing in, the clouds become more solid and a little larger.
When the pain disappears, fengzimo removes another soul clock. This time, the clouds can't resist the pressure and begin to atomize. Then they slowly gather into water drops and wrap around the soul beads. When the last trace of energy is atomized, fengzimo suddenly feels light all over, and the strong pressure disappears.
After removing the last layer of zhenhun clock, fengzimo still didn't feel any discomfort. Fengzimo stood up and moved his hands and feet. This comfortable feeling wanted to roar, but watching the Tongtian tower climbing up and down, he had to resist the impulse. Take a deep breath, then expel the turbid air in the chest, and lift your legs to continue climbing.
Fengzimo didn't feel the passage of time, but his practice had actually passed for two days. But the people in front of him didn't change much, and they didn't move forward a few steps.
Fengzimo's speed is still the same as before, climbing step by step, in his opinion, there is no difference. But other people don't think so. Compared with their already extremely slow speed, the speed of fengzimo can be regarded as extremely fast at this time.
Wind son Mo saw an acquaintance, is staring at him, Prince Longqing.
”You... How did you do it?” Prince Longqing asked suspiciously.
Although Prince Longqing's question was vague, fengzimo certainly understood his meaning. He didn't answer. He just stretched out his hand, pointed to the sky with his index finger, and continued to climb up with a smile.