People’s potential is often forced out.

It depends on whether the pressure is too high.

Internal pressure, external pressure, active or passive.

In a crisis of life and death, it is undoubtedly the greatest pressure in the world.

If you go further, you will be born, but there is no way out.

This is a single choice question without choice.

This is the real death approaching. There is no difference between illusory reality in consciousness.

The Maple Leaf Valley completely turned into a sea of ​​fire. The hot temperature made the sky seem to be twisted.

The flame tongue with its teeth and claws is like monsters that choose people to eat, swallowing and spitting out the storm of flame that can turn people into ashes.

A transparent cover was built around the three people in the flames. The three people's clothes were swarming, and the true energy was released, and such a cover was built, like the film sticking to the eggshell. It was very thin. Although it was extremely tough, it needed continuous support from the true energy. However, it was in the current situation of the three of them. This true energy cover would be broken at any time. At that time, they would be swallowed by the boundless sea of ​​fire and melted at high temperatures. At that time, there would be no bones left and completely turned into gray.

They found a way to break through.

In fact, strictly speaking, it is not too difficult. As long as you calm your mind down, you will soon realize it.

Illusionists are known for their strong mental power. Illusionists who have reached the Grandmaster realm can only be described as horror.

The illusion is the world they built with their spiritual power.

This world does not exist in a physical way, with time but does not occupy space, and directly acts on the spiritual level of human beings. In other words, what is seen in this world is not the human eyes, but the heart, the brain, and the spiritual consciousness.

Everything you see and feel is controlled by the master who created the illusion.

If you are trapped in an illusion and want to break through, unless your mental power is stronger than the master of the illusion, it will be simple. With a spiritual storm, the illusion can be broken. But the problem is that illusionists in the Grandmaster realm are not only perverts, but also extremely rare minority existences in the world.

They are both top powers and members of the peak human group of the world, but no one of the side masters can guarantee that they can win a master who is good at illusion in a single fight. Their mental power is afraid of everyone. Mental power is often hailed as an invisible knife by the cultivation world. The master of illusion can truly kill invisible and veritable shadow killers.

Only the master of illusions can create rich plots. It is of course impossible to simply use mental power to break the illusions created by such existence.

But since this illusion is designed for the students to try, there will definitely be weaknesses. Just like the array eye of the formation and the back door of practical software.

Like the ones like the ones that seem to be dead ends, there is actually a trace of vitality. Vitality is the weakness. As long as you find that point, you can leave the illusion and return to the real world.

For Tang Ning and the others, this point is to increase the limit.

For example, their current mental power is 1, so just improve one square and turn 1 into 2.

But knowing is known, it is difficult to implement it. The possibility is almost zero, otherwise it would not be an extreme increase.

For threatenists, it is the most difficult to improve their mental power, because its energy origin is the primordial spirit. The primordial spirit is the condensation of mental power. Enhancing mental power is actually equivalent to condensing the primordial spirit and enhancing the primordial spirit.

There have always been two ways and methods for thrillers to cultivate their souls.

First, it is repeatedly tempered by relevant methods, such as Tangning’s Fox Hunting Chapter.

Second, it is to use a large number of genius treasures related to tempering and purifying mental power.

In today's world, there are many people using the second method. Because the secrets of mental methods related to practicing mental power are extremely scarce. No matter who owns them, they should be hidden as treasures.

There is only one lucky person like Tang Ning in the world, and there is no other semicolon.

The sixth-generation Living Buddha granted the secret method, and he was lucky that day, but he was not so lucky at this time. His difficulty was not only high, but also more than a little bit higher.

After he understood the Fox Hunting Chapter, he wondered if it was because the Living Buddha had an undissipated consciousness when he taught this method, which led to a large increase in his spiritual power. The spiritual consciousness was adjacent to the transformation and evolution. Once it evolved, it would be a spiritual consciousness, which could be transformed into the spiritual consciousness of the sea and the sky. It is unique to the master.

Evolution from "spirit" to "god" does not only require insight and background, but more importantly, it requires opportunities. If the opportunity is not available, things that will come naturally will be hindered.

Take Tang Ning for now for example. He may have enough understanding and background. But his chance is definitely not at this moment. This is something that cannot be explained clearly, but he just knows it. And he also knows that this is his own limit improvement!

The true qi cover is compressed inward, and the three of them are tightly connected together, sitting cross-legged with their back to back. The true qi interacts, forming a small-scale true qi circulation.

Although there is a true qi shield that is known to be unafraid of water and fire, the burning sensation is not completely isolated, and the burning pain on the skin becomes stronger and stronger, and it is almost baking.

At this time, Tang Ning suddenly spoke up and asked the two behind him, "I have a way to get you two to leave here first, but you need your cooperation."

“Empression?”

"Transfer the power?"

Although life and death are imminent, Xiao Fei and Luo Yifei still have the heart to joke. They were afraid at first, but now they are like this. They are not afraid of being afraid to the extreme. Anyway, they are all going to die together, and there are people to accompany them as vegetatives. If they can’t escape or escape, they can accept it. Extreme improvement or spiritual improvement, it is simply an impossible task. Go to hell!

I felt relieved because I was not afraid. I didn't understand Tang Ning's meaning for a while.

"I mean, no joke. I have a way to improve your mental power by one level." Tang Ning said again. His tone was rapid and there was no time. The true qi shield could break anytime and anywhere, maybe dozens of seconds, or ten seconds later. Without waiting for the two of them to reply, he said quickly: "I need you two to believe me unconditionally and let go of their respective spiritual consciousness!"

To let go of all consciousness to outsiders is equivalent to handing over your life to the other party.

...

A village in southern France. This is a strange place with a climate that is at least three or four months apart from the outside world. It is winter and spring coming, and the coldness of early spring is biting. It is still late autumn, and there are still mature crops in the fields.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the heavy dark clouds were pressing very low, but they were not still, but rolling faster and faster, covering the sky with darkness, which could swallow everything and crush everything.

In the distance, this dull and depressing black is connected with the half-human-tall artemisia and the golden autumn harvest crops with full grains. The black clouds and the golden ears of the grains are two heavy colors, with a huge color difference, and a strong visual contrast, which is both contradictory and harmonious. But it reminds people of the kind of fullness that is broken after hunger.

A bumper harvest of food is a gratifying thing. There are grains, land, and food, which means that many people can die less. The intrigues and deceptions in the upper class have nothing to do with the people, and this is the same in both the East and the West. Richness belongs to people with good fortune. Speculators use their lives and family survival to make a fortune and bet, in order to make a name for themselves, for power, wealth and status.

No matter whether you win or lose, the result is definitely a mountain of corpses. If you win, look at other people's corpses. If you lose, the corpses are themselves. There is no right or wrong, it has nothing to do with justice and justice, and it has nothing to do with benevolence, righteousness and morality. It only depends on the outcome and the outcome. What most ordinary people want is very simple. They only seek happiness for their family and a stable and peaceful life.

The rumbling thunder was raging with lightning flapping its teeth and claws, rippling into the sky.

The trees on both sides of the rural dirt roads swayed, the branches swayed violently, the leaves rustled, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger with a strong wet feeling. A heavy rain seemed to be coming.

The autumn wind is bleak.

The coming autumn rain is even more desolate than the storm that cracks and storms that rage the earth.

Dozens of black cavalry lined up in neat rows without any signs. This was a disgraceful or shameless march. They stood quietly, only the black cherry blossoms on their hats and helmets were pulled by the wind and rain. There were dents on the dark armor, broken gaps, cracks of all sizes, and traces of smoke and fire. Most of the people's armor was stained with blood. They should have arrived here after a fierce battle. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, these people appeared in broad daylight, and they would have thought that the ancients had traveled to modern times. The armor style and weapons they held, the temperament and expressions they showed were obviously ancient knights a thousand years ago.

Their faces were expressionless, and the wind and sand were blowing, but their eyelids didn't blink. As the most mysterious executors of the Holy See, everyone was elite. They knew that in the blink of an eye, they might be able to influence the victory or defeat of a battle, or they might decide whether to avoid an arrow shot from the oncoming arrow. Their faces were hard, and they were frozen green in the autumn wind, like steel cast iron, without any vitality, exuding a cold and cold atmosphere, like ghosts coming out of hell.

The leading Yiqi was in his thirties, tall and strong, wearing fish scale armor that was the same as his subordinates. It was pitch black as ink, with exquisite workmanship and close links. Each semi-circular ovate armor piece really looked like fish scales. Obviously, it was hand-made by professional craftsmen who were good at ancient skills. It was hard and strong, but not stiff. Although it was a full-body closed armor, it was exquisitely designed and did not affect physical activity. It was extremely resistant to strikes and protection. It took at least three years to make a pair of armor, and it had to be a senior craftsman with superb ancient skills, so it was not energy-produced. But dozens of knights were wearing it, and it was impossible to standardize one for everyone.

The face under the eaves of the helmet was very fierce, with thick and thick eyebrows, ring eyes, wide nose, and a beard that was not long under the jaw, like hard needles piercing out of the skin. He drew his sword from his ribs and pulled out of the horse at the same time. The man walked slowly forward with his hand on his back, with his back facing forward, and the blade turned forward, and the tip of the knife moved the ground and made a stinging sound. The deep ravines drawn from the ground were getting longer and longer.
Chapter completed!