Wedge: Pressure is the driving force, either overwhelmed or broken

The sky was already faintly bright, and a white figure fell off the high platform, and the white-haired young man got up and smacked a few times, and then climbed the platform again. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info a night on the stage, Chisheng Hitomi has already climbed the sixth stone platform, and now he can memorize twenty golden threads one after another, but this high platform is a pit, at this moment he is standing on the fourth stone platform, in front of him is twenty tadpoles writhing at the same time. If one by one the lines start to be drawn, even if there are twenty more, he has the confidence that he can write them down without falling. But when he stood on the seventh-order stone platform, the twenty golden threads in his eyes moved in unison, and in a very small range, twenty small tadpoles shuttled back and forth in the air, which was even more chaotic than chaos. How could he sort it out, only to find a thread a little, and to follow this line to look down, interspersed with countless gold threads. It's like remembering one and ignoring the other. The eyes alone can't keep up, let alone memorize. And there are seven stone platforms in front of them, if they are all like this, I am afraid that there will be dozens of tadpole-like gold threads. The red pupils on the stone platform were dazzled, his head shook, and after a while, he fell down the steps with a golden star.

"Seventeenth," Hitomi Akasheng whispered, and then stepped up the steps again. After a few breaths, a white figure fell off the stage again, "eighteenth", "nineteenth", "twentieth, twenty-first, twenty-second ......". "Forty-eighth time", after speaking, he was about to step up again, "That's right, Uncle Tian", Chisheng Hitomi stopped, "Boy, you finally have a problem", Uncle Tian asked, there was some ridicule in his tone, since last night to now, Chisheng Hitomi is still talking to him for the first time, and other times even if he takes the initiative to ask, Chisheng Hitomi does not pay attention, like a madman. "Well, Uncle Tian, you said that if there are countless birds flying overhead, how can I see the trajectory of each bird's flight clearly", Chisheng Hitomi described, tadpoles are more appropriate, but he can't say tadpoles, because there is no such thing in the Star Source Continent. Uncle Tian groaned slightly, "I definitely can't keep up with my eyes", "Yes, no matter how many times I look at it, I will be dazzled every time", Chisheng Hitomi felt the same way, "Since you can't see it, you don't need to look at each one carefully", Uncle Tian said. "Don't look carefully?", Chisheng Hitomi twisted his eyebrows slightly, expressing doubt, "Look at this stone", Uncle Tian rolled up a stone with his consciousness, and as soon as his mind moved, the stone flew down behind another big stone. "Is there something wrong", Hitomi Chisheng still didn't understand, "The stone just fell behind another stone, right", Uncle Tian said, Hitomi Chisheng nodded, "But how do you know that it fell behind the stone, and you didn't see its trajectory behind the stone."

Uncle Tian's words were like an initiation, which made him suddenly open, yes, why do you have to see the complete trajectory of each line, after seeing so many line outlines, it is much easier to speculate that his trajectory is much simpler than seeing the completeness. "Haha, Uncle Tian, sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy", Chisheng Hitomi laughed and stepped on the stairs, leaving Uncle Tian alone messy, for what is ginger, this question has been bothering him for a long, long time. Chisheng Hitomi stepped on the seventh-order stone platform again, and got the guidance of Uncle Tian, this time there was finally a little progress, although it was difficult to guess a line, but it was much easier to jointly speculate with the lines related to it, so in less than a while, the trajectory of the entire twenty lines was clear to him. Even before the twenty golden threads were completely delineated, he stepped onto the eighth-step stone platform, and after standing on his feet, he turned his head to look, and then showed an expression that was indeed so. Because seventy golden threads appeared in front of his eyes, these golden threads had begun to be drawn, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, his secret thinking opened, the lines in his eyes were intertwined, and the thoughts in his mind flashed, as long as he guessed the trajectory of a line, he immediately blocked it into his memory, followed by the next one. After a night of consciousness training, Chisheng Hitomi can already achieve forty or fifty uses, if someone told him that someone can use two hearts and two purposes, he is convinced; everyone says that he can use one heart and three purposes, he will have doubts; if he uses four uses one heart and four purposes, he will not believe it at all, let alone use one heart for forty or fifty purposes, I am afraid that he will directly think that it is a neurosis. But now that I have indeed done it, the so-called multitasking is to have more consciousness.

"It turned out to be a piece of dragon scales", Chisheng Hitomi smiled slightly, and then stepped up, if anyone could see the picture in the square, they would be surprised, because when he stepped on the ninth stone platform, the lines in the square were still intertwined, and there was no recognizable sign, but after a while, this intertwined thread gradually became clear, and it was a shining golden dragon scale. Above the ninth order, everything changed, and it began with a one-day golden line, which did not move and shimmered. This light came into view, as if waiting for the stage for the first time, and a sense of consciousness came to me. One by two, as if testing his limits, after reaching the seventieth article, each additional one, the oppression in his brain almost doubled. Article seventy-five, Chisheng Hitomi frowned slightly, Article seventy-eight, he felt his body weak, Article 80, his eyes were protruding, he could only barely stand, by Article eighty-three, he could no longer stand, the whole person was half-kneeling on the stone steps, at this moment he had Venus in his eyes, but his consciousness was still there; Article eighty-five, he could no longer see anything, blood was overflowing from his nose and ears, and the shouts of Uncle Tian sounded faintly in his ears, he opened his mouth but could not say anything, because the number of gold threads had increased to ninety, and at this moment his mind was blank, only his subconscious supported his breathing and heartbeat。 The golden thread was still slowly increasing, and with each additional one, the breathing of the red pupil became larger and weaker. It wasn't until the ninety-fifth that Hitomi Akatsumi completely lost consciousness and rolled all the way down the steps to the ground.

When he woke up, it was pitch black in front of him, and a chill hit his back, and he sat up, and it turned out that it was already dark. "Uncle Tian, I've been sleeping until now?", Chisheng Hitomi stared, until now he was still dizzy, "Yes, you slept for two days, and there was no movement until just now, I thought you would have to sleep for a few more days", "What, I slept for two days!", Chisheng Hitomi was surprised. "Okay, don't be surprised, you can take a look at your spiritual power tree first", Uncle Tian's voice sounded, and Chisheng Hitomi sat down cross-legged to check his spiritual power tree. "How can this be, how can my spiritual root be ......", Chisheng's eyes protruded, and his spiritual root disappeared completely, and there was not a single one left. "Congratulations, white-eyed boy, now you are a junior mystic", Uncle Tian's voice sounded, "Uncle Tian, didn't you say that all mystics are spirit masters, now I don't even have a spiritual root, you are cheating on me", Chisheng Hitomi had a bitter face, and almost cried loudly. "Haha, don't blame me first, you try to use your spiritual power", Uncle Tian said with a smile, "The spiritual roots are gone, will you still run out of spiritual power", Chisheng Hitomi threw a punch at will in disbelief, and the spiritual power in his abdomen surged, and sure enough, the spiritual power gushed out from his abdomen until the fist. Chisheng Hitomi was shocked, and hurriedly checked his spiritual power tree, but it was still the same, there was no spiritual root. "Uncle Tian, what the hell is going on", Chisheng Hitomi can only ask Uncle Tian now, "Haha, the spiritual root of the secret magician, you can only see it if you want to see it", obviously it is rare to see Chisheng Hitomi deflated, so Uncle Tian is also very happy.

Chisheng Hitomi hurriedly paid attention to the spiritual power tree in his abdomen, and unconsciously a wisp of consciousness swept by, and countless dense spiritual roots sprouted from his abdomen, and one by one he connected to the trunk of the tree. When his consciousness left, these spiritual roots disappeared again. "It turns out that this is the secret magician, it seems that I can't make a secret technique in the future", Chisheng Hitomi muttered to himself, now his spiritual root has become a spiritual root of consciousness, if the consciousness does not break through, I am afraid that the spiritual cultivation will not be able to break through. "Since it's already like this, let's finish this step", Chisheng Hitomi was a little helpless, this time it can be said that he went up to the small rectangular square at the mouth of the gourd without any hindrance, looked back at the fourteen steps, and sighed in his heart, these short fourteen steps made him inexplicably a mystic, and he still hasn't understood it. Just in his trance, the floor in front of him suddenly rose, and three more stone slabs appeared on the rising stone slabs at some point. Each slab is rectangular in shape, about 40 centimeters long, 25 centimeters wide, and about 3 centimeters thick. At this time, the thickness of the angular border, the slate is concave by one centimeter on both sides, forming a border with a thickness of three centimeters. The two sides that are only one centimeter thin in the middle are blank, but there are three words written on the top of it - Bai Nian Ming Monument, Chisheng Hitomi picked up the other two, and the three stone slabs are the same.

"Bai Tong, what you have in your hand is the Bai Nian Ming Tablet", Uncle Tian asked, "Well, Uncle Tian, what is the use of these three small stone tablets", Chisheng Hitomi picked up one and raised it to Uncle Tian, "This is the carrier of the secret technique, it can engrave the secret technique of the idea outline within the hundred paths." Ordinary junior mysticists, there are no more than fifty ideas, so this Bainian Ming Monument is the universal and most affordable secret art carrier, and the reason why a Ming character is added is because if the secret technique outlined by the secret magician is successful, the Bai Nian Ming Tablet will make a soft sound, and therefore it has become the preferred carrier for all people who have just stepped into the secret art production to constantly test their ideas", although Uncle Tian does not know the specific situation of the secret magician, but he is still very clear about these public things. "Then how to use it", Chisheng Hitomi heard of it for the first time, let alone use it, "I don't know, you enter spiritual power to try", Uncle Tian is not a secret artist, so naturally he doesn't know how to make secret arts. Chisheng Tong glanced at him in disbelief, but he still did it, after all, he didn't have any choice, his mind moved slightly, the spiritual root in his abdomen condensed, and a wisp of spiritual power merged into the stele. Because he was spreading his palms, Bai Nian Ming Tablet used his five fingers to support and input spiritual power at the same time, and five points appeared on the tablet, and with the input of his spiritual power, the five points became larger and larger.

Bai Nian Ming Monument, Chi Sheng Tong thought in his heart, "What", Chi Sheng Tong was dumbfounded, because the five points where his five fingers touched were like condensing with the input of spiritual power, and finally they became the four words of Bai Nian Ming Monument. He finally understood why the spiritual root had become a consciousness condensation, it turned out that the secret art of sketching needed spiritual power support, but it basically only required a very small amount of spiritual power, so with the spiritual power absorption speed of the spirit master, it could be completely consumed. And Chisheng Tong was stunned, and the spiritual power entered in his hand was broken for a moment, and at this moment, when he entered the spiritual power, the stone tablet in his hand was like solidified molten iron. Chisheng Hitomi tried a few more times in disbelief, but the result was still, "Uncle Tian, how is this ......", Chisheng Hitomi looked up at the small square where Uncle Tian was sealed, and before he could ask anything, a vision protruded in his eyes. Uncle Tian also glanced at him suspiciously, and saw that he was stunned, so he didn't interrupt him. From Chisheng's point of view, he could only see four of the eight pillars, the two closest to him and the other two adjacent to these two. The remaining four coincided with the four in front of him because of the symmetry, and he had not seen any visions before, but at this time, the huge pillar that bound Uncle Tian was like a transmitter, and countless golden lines flew out from around that pillar, and intertwined around the eight pillars into a large cage that was not ventilated. This is the same as when he was on stage before, presumably this is the mental cage that trapped Uncle Tian's consciousness, which is not surprising, what shocked him was that there was actually a gap between the two pillars closest to him.

Yes, there is indeed a gap, and the interweaving of the golden lines around it can be said to be impassable, but there is actually a gap on both sides of this pillar, which looks like a door embedded in a cage, and this door is the opportunity for Uncle Tian to come out. As for the way to open this door, it is in the Bainian Ming Tablet in his hand, I am afraid that it is necessary to make a secret technique that exactly matches this door of thought, and only after using spiritual power to stimulate this door, can this door be opened. Thinking of this, he withdrew his gaze, and his pupils gradually glowed. "With such a bright smile, what did you see this time", Uncle Tian asked, Chisheng Hitomi smiled unchanged, and told Uncle Tian what he saw and speculated. "What!!!You found a way to save me out, haha, white pupil boy, it's really you", Uncle Tian was very excited, "Eh, Uncle Tian, don't be excited, you tell me what is going on first", Chisheng Hitomi raised the stone tablet in his hand, "Why did I wander for a moment, the spiritual power was interrupted for a moment, and then it was useless to input the spiritual power no matter what", "It's over, I wasted an opportunity in vain", Uncle Tian regretted it. "Uncle Tian, what are you talking about, don't sell it", Chisheng Hitomi asked, "This idea carrier can only be used once, and no one can disturb it when sketching the secret technique, the reason is that the spiritual power input cannot be interrupted, blame me for not reminding you, so I wasted an opportunity", Uncle Tian regretted it incomparably, now there are only two chances, waiting for a thousand years, and now everything is pressed on these two opportunities, and he is an old antique like him is also panicking at the moment. "What, Uncle Tian, my first time, it's gone like this", Chisheng Hitomi didn't have any empathy at all, but instead regretted his first secret technique.

"Huh, ......", collected his thoughts, Chisheng Hitomi exhaled deeply, saying that there was no pressure, how could it be possible, this was something he had never been exposed to, two chances, whether he could rescue Uncle Tian or not, it was really just a thought.

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