The biting wind blew over and over again, and everyone's bodies felt like ice penetrated their bodies. Every movement would cause huge losses.
Lin Ming tried to activate the profound energy, but this time he was not burned immediately.
but!
The ghost's hands are following the clues, and the feeling that wants to corrode the body is still alive.
"You can resist for a while, but not for a long time. It's best not to use spiritual energy and mysterious energy."
Lin Ming's thoughts moved slightly, and the spiritual energy and profound energy in his body fell silent, returning to Qi Hai Dantian.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ming switched to various methods.
Divine writings, the strange phenomenon of Ziming swallowing the mysterious, the seven-emotion sword intention, the embryonic form of artistic conception, the ultimate state of the physical body, the breathing method...
The passive effects brought by the divine inscriptions have not disappeared, such as divine power blessing, divine speed blessing, heart eye reflection, etc., they are still as usual.
but!
As long as it involves inducing spiritual energy, all methods will be ineffective.
The strange phenomenon of Zi Ming Tun Xuan is almost equivalent to being abolished.
The Seven Emotions Sword Intent and the prototype of the artistic conception are quite sharp.
The ultimate physical state is still unstable and is not the best choice.
Breathing is the key to connecting the body and mind.
You won’t know if you don’t try it. You’ll be shocked if you try it.
The problem that had troubled Lin Ming for a long time had a slight possibility of being solved.
After reaching the extreme state of his physical body, he was still unable to perfectly control his physical power.
"The prototype of artistic conception, spiritual cultivation, breathing method..."
Several pieces of the puzzle seemed to be slowly coming together in Lin Ming's mind, and some crucial information was about to emerge.
However, there is still one opportunity left.
Anyway, I can’t figure it out!
Feeling depressed and uncomfortable in his heart, Lin Ming shook his head suddenly, his long black hair dancing wildly in the cold wind, like a dragon and a snake taking off.
After staying in place and adapting to the auraless environment for a quarter of an hour, everyone set off again.
Ten feet deep into the ruins, Long Zhan suddenly rushed to Lin Ming's side.
"The space here has been distorted, and the place we walked through just now has been walked through again."
After hearing this, everyone stopped and looked sideways.
Lin Ming pressed his hands lightly to signal everyone to be calm.
"Does this judgment have a theoretical basis?"
"Look at that," Long Zhan took three steps at a time and walked to a square black house with a length, width and height of one foot. "This fist mark was left by me before, but our physical sense has always been there. Move forward and never turn a corner.”
Lin Ming frowned slightly, "Maybe the entire ruins group is a maze?"
After the words fell to the ground, he reflected the surrounding fifty feet with his mind's eyes.
No abnormalities were found.
And with the blessing of the embryonic form of artistic conception, the range of the mind's eye was expanded to the limit - eighty feet.
After waiting quietly for ten seconds, Lin Ming raised his eyes slightly, and a wave of light burst out from his eyes.
"I checked it and found no problems."
Long Zhan opened his mouth, "But I won't admit this fist seal."
"Is it possible that it's an illusion?" Li Lifeng rarely asked.
Lin Ming shook his head and rejected it for a second, "My divine script is quite special, and any illusion is ineffective against me."
Everyone: "..."
Lin Ming's tone was not exaggerated in the slightest, as if he was telling an extremely ordinary thing.
Long Zhan rolled his eyes, "No illusion will be effective. This sentence is a bit too big."
Except for the little guy, everyone else nodded.
Little monkeys and fish Qianqian are no exception.
Lin Ming raised his eyebrows, "Why, don't you believe it?"
Zhao Wusheng patted him on the shoulder, "That won't happen. You are the chief. We will believe whatever you say."
After a pause, she glanced back and said, "Everyone said that, right?"
Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"
The little guy pursed his lips and raised his paws, "What Brother Ming said is true, you all..."
Lin Ming gently pressed its little head and said, "It's okay. That's not the point. The point is what the current situation is."
"To sum up and analyze, the problem we encountered was either that people had changed their positions unknowingly, or that the surrounding buildings had changed their positions unknowingly."
"Both of these situations are either true or false."
"I don't know which one you prefer, but I personally think that first, it is not an illusion, the change is real. Second, our position has not been changed, but these gray and black buildings have been changed."
"Strictly speaking, as we walked along, did you see any building with windows or doors?"
There was no hesitation among the people, and they all answered no.
The corner of Lin Ming's mouth raised slightly, "The building has no doors or windows, so it is unreasonable no matter how you think about it. It must either have a mechanism or have other special functions."
“Actually, it’s easy to verify, but is this verification really necessary?”
After speaking, Lin Ming pulled out the Jingxian Sword and slashed horizontally.
Long Zhan's head rolled down.
Everyone was stunned.
However, the body of Long Zhan, whose head fell off, was very abnormal. Instead of blood spurting out from his neck, ink-colored juice gurgled out.
In the blink of an eye, the headless Long Zhan's body turned into a puddle of black water flowing on the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you have really good eyesight. How did you find it?"
Following the voice, a big black cat walked slowly over.
It looks very cute, but it is too big, three times the size of an ordinary adult.
The half-conscious Long Zhan was wrapped around his tail. He put one paw on his chest and said gracefully:
"Jingchang of a certain family, a third-level worshiper of the Three-Eyed Clan, a captain of thousands, barely a commander. You killed my men, and you happened to pass through my defense area. I can only say... you are unlucky. "
After a pause, its cute big cat face disappeared instantly, revealing its dark-white fangs.
"You just answer my questions. After you answer, I will reward you with the whole body."
Lin Ming did not answer according to Jing Chang's words. He raised his neck slightly, pointed at Long Zhan with his nose, and asked, "Are you going to kill him?"
"That's not possible. Killing people at once is a gift. I have a grudge against you, so I can't let your friend go away happily."
Jing Chang stuck out his blood-red tongue and licked the cat's mouth.
"Besides, his bloodline is a bit special and his blood is very sweet. I have to take good care of him."
At this moment, Lin Ming rushed out boldly, his Jingxian Sword moving straight forward.
Jing Chang nimbly dodged back a few steps, a humane smile appeared on his face, "Don't move, if you move again I will kill him."
"Then I can only say goodbye to Brother Long Zhan."
Lin Ming increased his speed and rushed forward as if he was flying.
"Follow me, don't hesitate, avenge Brother Long Zhan!"
After everyone heard this, they took action without any hesitation.
The next moment, a chill rose from his tailbone and went straight to his brain. Long Zhan woke up from his semi-coma state.
"I can still save you!"
He exclaimed loudly, and at the same time, the blood in his body surged, stimulating the phantom of the eyes.
This time the stress response was just enough to prevent Jingchang from twirling his tail.
Long Zhan's whole body was restrained, his face was swollen red, and his voice was stuck in his throat.
"Swords have no eyes, so be careful."
