Imagination is the most powerful force here.

But in order for this imagination to become power, there is another premise, that is, to have a strong mental power to match.

Wu Han, the prison owner of Prison 208, has just ended a ten-year dream, not the ten years in the dream, but the ten years in reality.

He was originally a monk of the Seven Realms, and because he was good at practicing the method of physical training, his physical body was also stronger than that of ordinary Seven Realm monks.

At this time, after ten years of sleep, his body has also aged correspondingly for ten years, and these ten years were originally nothing for a Seven Realm cultivator, but here, he can be regarded as dedicating ten years of spiritual power to the Wandering Management Center, and he has never stopped.

Wu Han also has a special thing about it, he has not given up cultivating his own techniques and realms, even if he is in hell at the moment, he is trying to improve himself by all means.

That's what sets him apart from others.

Ordinary people come in here because the comfort and desire to sleep, and the premise that you can become stronger by relying on your imagination will waste your practice.

What he could only get with all his might now only needs a thought to construct in front of him, so it doesn't matter if he is true or not, he is in this hell anyway, and it is comfortable, how can he desperately practice his original mission.

This is human inertia.

Wu Han also has it, but there are very few.

He will be sleepy and confused, but over the years, he has always maintained the habit of refining his body, as long as he does not refine his body for a day, he will have an inexplicable panic, and this panic can only be calmed down through the most vivid refining of the body.

Therefore, it can also be said that refining the body is to stabilize his true heart, and even so, he has resisted fatigue and sleepiness and persevered until now.

He raised his hand.

A circle of gossip diagrams looms under the palm.

He waved his palm and gave it a gentle push.

The red leaves on the ground also moved.

It's like a dream.

Stepping away from the left foot, the spiritual element was full, and the spiritual veins that had not moved for a long time were instantly opened, and the stiff body that had been sleeping for a long time was gradually unsealed and gradually began to recover.

From the first realm, it has been pushed all the way to the seventh realm.

He had already run more than 780 sets of palm techniques in a row, his face was ruddy, his breath was steady, his gray hair had begun to turn black, and his sleepy eyes were slowly dispelled with his alchemy.

This is a natural flexibility, the body that has not moved for ten years has also been gaining momentum for ten years, and those dormant cells and muscles have gradually recovered to their peak, and there is still a momentum to rise.

He, broke through.

The Eighth Realm.

Ten years of waking up from a dream and breaking through the eight realms.

Smiling, Wu Han felt that the so-called "potential" that had been stored in his body for ten years had not been consumed, and there was still a surplus.

So, again.

He cut off the spiritual veins in his body, and shattered the strong muscles he had trained for hundreds of years, seeing the blood constantly clash in his body, Wu Han gritted his teeth, and used a special sect secret method to break his root bones inch by inch.

This body of a strong man who has been tempered for thousands of years is destroyed.

"Oh!!"

Wu Han's mouth was bleeding, and there were constantly blood foams flowing out of his ears, mouth, nose, and eyes, and the whole person looked particularly awkward and terrifying because of the broken muscles and bones.

But Wu Han held on.

With his shattered body, he began to writhe, slowly swallowing a set of body refining movements.

Like a toddler, be extra careful.

However, a miraculous scene also happened, his body was repaired little by little, little by little.

It was by no means his mental imagination.

Rather, his body instinctively repaired itself, and in the process, it gradually became stronger, every cell, every muscle, every inch of bone, and every centimeter of skin transformed, far more than a hundred times stronger than before.

Another full thirty sets of body refining methods came down.

He has completely repaired himself and completely completed his transformation.

clenched his fists and raised his head with a smile: "Nine realms." ”

And it's not just the Nine Realms.

He could faintly hear some muffled sounds.

It was the voice of the Heavenly Dao.

If he could hear some clear words, even if it was just a few words, he would be able to break through again.

Above the Nine Realms.

It's an immortal.

He was only a little away from the Immortal Realm.

The Nine Realms are complete.

"Try my Scourge Fist again. ”

This is his main Dao technique, one punch, condensing the spirit element in his hand.

Facing the dark sky, he exhaled, his muscles were full, and his clothes were torn by the high bulge, and his muscles and knots looked like a mountain of muscles.

Towards the sky, this punch was struck.

The fist wind broke through the air, as well as all the obstacles, making a thunderous sound, and circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spread.

Then, the sky opened.

This is definitely not imaginary!

It's definitely not a dream!

This is definitely not broken by Wu Han's punch!

Because, he saw a terrifying Kunpeng bird break through the sky.

No, that's not the sky, that's the ceiling.

Peeling back layer by layer, it was concrete and cables.

"That's... What?"

The prisoners of the 208th floor of hell under his jurisdiction all woke up, some howling excitedly at the sky, some complaining that the person who made such a big noise couldn't sleep, and some obviously sensed that something was wrong and began to run off into the distance.

Wu Han's body moved.

A huge pit was left underfoot.

The powerful body jumped up, and at the same time, an incredible force was condensed in the body, and there was even a vision of a demon beast running from his side.

These were not conceived with spiritual power, but were the result of his own solid cultivation and magic.

Under the strong wind pressure, the strong body was slightly distorted, the muscles were displaced, the tendons twitched, and finally saw the huge black feathers of Kunpeng.

His punch, which has condensed the strongest strength in his life so far, finally can't hold it anymore.

I can't even leave a fist mark.

With an internal injury, he fell into the ground at great speed.

"Oh my God!, is that the prison master!?"

"Woe Source Evil Fist! That's right, that's Wu Han Prison Master!"

"You see, he's been fanned away!!"

"Has even he been defeated?

"This big bird! No, no, are those black crows crows?!"

"They seem to be coming at us!"

"We are under the protection of the management center, don't be afraid, illusions will not harm us. ”

"No, no, no, it's from above! Look, 207 Prison is broken! It's real!"

"Run, run, run!"

When the wind pressure generated by the Kunpeng flapping its wings directly blew them away, they finally stood out, this is not an idea, it is real!