That night, Wei Curcuma lay in bed, unable to sleep at all, so he simply tried to meditate.
After a night of silence, he only needed a few minutes to enter the deepest meditation. He had already understood that the blackness was the self, and the self was the amorphous blackness.
Many complicated thoughts came to mind, including the terrifying Bing Jie Xian, the campus under the sunset, the watercolor painting, and the feeling of drawing out a sword and wielding it.
The darkness unconsciously changed its shape in response to such thoughts during meditation. When Wei Curcuma came back to his senses, he found that it had turned into a thin, translucent black shell.
This was somewhat similar to the characteristics of the girl's soul pressure that he felt in high school, but it was not exactly the same.
In fact, even now, he has not been able to guess what the abnormal method is, but he can feel the fluctuation of soul pressure.
This thin structure seems to be something formed after imitation.
This is a release of soul pressure, but the released soul pressure forms a unique optical structure that allows all light to be deflected and refracted in an incredible way, thereby making the things wrapped by the soul pressure of this structure become Dark and unobtrusive.
Wei Curcuma looked at the second method he created out of thin air quite speechlessly, and silently opened his eyes.
The sun of a new day has risen outside. Most of the night has passed unconsciously in his meditation, and it is now half past six in the morning.
Li Shengruo, who was dragged by the water and wind team for practical training, was said to be no less intense than himself every day. He was lying tiredly on his bed at the moment.
Wei Curcuma didn't look at him, and he didn't even look at the morning sun among the trees outside the window.
He was looking at the tips of his fingers.
There, he reversely strengthened the condensed soul pressure and released it.
Soul pressure should be colorless and transparent, with only feelings.
But according to the ten different soul feelings of most people, they will also have their own special colors.
For example, cyan usually appears in the flowing soul essence, and warm colors such as orange and red generally appear in the fiery soul essence.
Black is the most common color of true soul essence.
The soul pressure reinforced by Wei Curcuma's reverse strength does not belong to any type. Because it is extracted from the body, it is extremely pure and does not have any properties.
But at this moment, the tips of his fingers seemed to disappear and dimmed.
That's because these pure soul pressures are arranged in a special structure that prevents light from shining and deflects all light.
If you look carefully, you can still see some dim shadows, but at first glance you will ignore them, and their presence is extremely low.
This is the new method developed by Wei Curcuma, and he called it [Dark Clothes].
It can be said that it is an extremely useless method. It consumes an extremely huge amount of soul pressure, and if you want to maintain the effect, you need to continuously output soul pressure. The larger the area covered, the amount of soul pressure consumed every moment will become A sudden increase in proportion.
In addition, between the truly elite and the abnormal, they rely more on the feeling of soul pressure than vision. This [Dark Clothes] can only deceive vision at the optical level, but cannot cover up the soul pressure. trace.
It consumes a huge amount of soul pressure, and it only covers the vision, but not the soul pressure. This is tantamount to covering one's ears and stealing the bell, which can be called a strange flower in the world of waste.
But such a useless method is exactly the most suitable for Wei Curcuma!
In terms of the amount of soul pressure, he is a patient with the most severe symptoms of soul overflow syndrome in history. He has nothing else but enough soul pressure.
In terms of being unable to cover up the soul pressure, it would be even more fitting. Wei Curcuma has no soul pressure in his body at all!
The soul pressure forming the structure will change its nature, so there is no soul pressure fluctuation, and naturally there is no soul pressure in his body that is covered up.
In other words, [Dark Clothes] is complete stealth for Wei Curcuma!
"It's broken! I'm invincible!"
Wei Zeshu raised his fingers in surprise, watching the morning sunlight break into countless prisms on his fingertips covered with [Dark Clothes], and finally disappeared. He shouted excitedly.
Li Shengruo on the side hummed and wrapped the quilt around him and turned over. He was used to his roommate talking nonsense every day.
This excitement lasted until Wei Curcuma went to Baiye Pavilion for breakfast in the morning.
He enthusiastically repeated these excited words to Yu Zhiyu, who happened to meet him at the table.
Today, Yu Zhiyu was uncharacteristically wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt, proudly exposing her fair and round shoulders and neck. Her lower body was matched with her favorite red skirt. This outfit looked very refreshing, and It's a bit elegant, and it's her favorite black and red color scheme.
"I'm invincible!"
"What's wrong with you?"
Yu Zhiyu pulled Liang Cai, and Liang Cai held the little dog, one big and one small, with pea-eyed eyes. Together with Li Shengruo, who looked slightly tired, his four pairs of eyes looked at Wei Curcuma like a fool.
"No, I'm really invincible. Let me show you."
Wei Curcuma raised an index finger to prove that he didn't even listen to what she said and directly started to strengthen in reverse.
Soon, there was no soul pressure fluctuation in his hand, but he seemed to be dragging some light cloth with one hand, pulling it towards his arm.
Nothing happened, but Wei Curcuma was so tired that she gasped for air.
"..."
Liang Cai and the puppy man blinked, as if they still didn't react. Yu Zhiyu held his forehead with his hands speechlessly, feeling like a fool for waiting for Wei Curcuma to do something, but Li Shengruo was a little surprised. raised his eyebrows.
"Ha...ha...I'm so...why are you consuming so much energy...? Wait a minute, the soul pressure I just reverse-strengthened and extracted is not enough... ."
Wei Curcuma's inexplicable operation turned him into a fish deprived of oxygen early in the morning. He gasped for air for a while, holding on to the table and raising his index finger to express his wishes to his friends. Wait for him.
Soon, he adjusted his formation again, and with a slight sway of his right hand, the broken light flashed across his arm, and his entire right hand disappeared in an instant.
As if a dim shadow flashed past, Yu Zhiyu felt something erratic like a shadow touch her forehead, but she couldn't see what it was, and she couldn't sense it with her soul pressure.
The broken light prisms appeared again, and the light was refracted by them into magnificent colorful light. After waiting for a few tenths of a second, the light refilled the black area around Wei Curcuma's right hand, and his right hand was revealed again.
His index finger had been placed on Yu Zhiyu's forehead without knowing when.
"This is my newly developed thing, I call it [Dark Clothes]."
A small drop of cold sweat slipped quietly down Yu Zhiyu's back. As the person involved, she knew very well what had just happened.
He couldn't feel the soul pressure at all, and his vision couldn't capture any light. Wei Curcuma's right hand was like a dim shadow, and when he reacted, he had completed all the movements.
If he wanted to kill himself, how many times would she be killed as a delinquent in Zhengwu and other towns just now?
This useless method is exactly the key to making up for Wei Curcuma's shortcomings!
