Human potential is often forced out.

It depends on whether the pressure is high enough.

Internal pressure, external pressure, active or passive.

Being in a life-and-death crisis is undoubtedly the greatest pressure in the world.

Further is life, but there is no way back.

This is a multiple-choice question with no choice.

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

Maple Valley was completely turned into a sea of fire. The blazing heat made the sky seem to distort.

The tongue of fire with its teeth and claws is like a monster that only chooses people to eat, swallowing a rolling stream of flame that can turn people into ashes.

A transparent cover was propped up around the three people in the flames, and the clothes of the three people were bulging, and the true qi was released, and such a cover was forcibly propped up, like the membrane attached to the inside of the eggshell, very thin, although it was extremely tough, but it needed a steady stream of true qi support. But the three of them are in this situation, this true qi cover will be shattered at any time, and then they will be instantly swallowed by the boundless sea of fire, smelted at high temperatures, and at that time, there will not even be any bones left, and they will completely turn into ashes.

They found the way to break through.

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

An illusionist, known for his strong mental power. Illusionists who have reached the Grandmaster Realm, their spiritual power can only be described as terrifying.

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

And this world does not exist in a physical way, it has time but does not occupy space, and acts directly on the spiritual level of people. In other words, it is not the eyes of people who see the world, but the heart, the brain, and the spiritual consciousness.

What is seen, what is felt, everything is controlled by the owner who created the illusion.

If you are trapped in a fantasy world, you want to break out. Unless the spiritual power is stronger than the owner of the illusion, this is simple, a spiritual storm, the illusion can be shattered. But the problem is that the illusionists of the Grandmaster Realm are not only perverts, but also extremely scarce side beings in the world.

He is also a member of the world's top power, the pinnacle of the human race, but no side grandmaster dares to guarantee that he can win the grandmaster who is good at illusion in the heads-up. Their mental power is feared by all. Spiritual power is often praised as an invisible knife by the cultivation world. The Illusion Master can truly kill people invisibly, a veritable shadow killer.

The only illusion that can create a rich plot is an illusion master. It is of course impossible to simply use spiritual power to break through the illusion created by this kind of existence.

But since this illusion is designed for the trial of the students, then there will definitely be a weak point. It's like the eye of the formation, the back door of the practical software.

It seems like a dead end like now, but in fact, there is still a glimmer of life. And vitality is that weak point, as long as you find that point, you can leave the illusion and return to the real world.

For the three of them, this point is on the limit of improvement.

For example, if their current mental power is 1, then they only need to increase 1 block and turn 1 into 2.

But if you know it, it will be difficult to really implement, the possibility is almost equal to zero, or it will not be the limit of improvement.

For thaumaturgists, mental power enhancement is the most difficult, because the origin of its energy is the primordial spirit. Yuan Shen is the condensation of spiritual power. Improving spiritual power is actually equivalent to condensing the original spirit and improving the original spirit.

For a long time, there have been two ways for thaumaturgists to cultivate the primordial gods.

First, it is repeatedly tempered by relevant mental methods, such as Tang Ning's fox hunting chapter.

Second, it is to use a large number of genius earth treasures related to refining and purifying spiritual power.

In today's world, the second method is often used. Because the secret books of mental methods related to the cultivation of spiritual power are extremely scarce. No matter who owns it, it is hidden as a treasure.

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

The Sixth Living Buddha granted the secret method, and he was lucky that day, but at this time he was not so lucky. His difficulty is not only high, but more than a little high.

After his spiritual power was thoroughly comprehended by the fox hunting chapter, I don't know if it was because when the Living Buddha taught this method, there was a consciousness that had not dissipated, which caused his spiritual power to grow a lot. It is unique to the Grandmaster.

Evolving from the level of "spirit" to "god" requires not only understanding, heritage, but more importantly, chance. If the opportunity is not met, things that should have come naturally will be blocked.

Take the current Tang Ning as an example, the understanding may be enough, and the background may be enough. But the opportunity that belongs to him is definitely not at this moment. It's something that can't be explained, but he just knows it. And he also knows that this is his own limit improvement!

The true qi mask compressed inward, and the three of them compacted together, sitting back to back. True Qi interacts and forms a small-scale True Qi cycle.

Although there is a true qi mask that is said to be not afraid of water and fire, the burning sensation is not completely isolated, and the burning pain on the skin is getting stronger and stronger, and it is about to be baked.

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

"Empowerment?"

"Transmission?"

Although life and death are imminent, Xiao Fei and Luo Yifei still have the heart to joke. I was scared at first, but now it's like this, and I'm not afraid to the extreme. Anyway, if you want to die together, you will have someone to accompany you when you are in a vegetative state. If you can't hide, you can't escape, so you accept it. Extreme ascension, or spiritual ascension, is simply an impossible task, to hell with it!

My heart is also relaxed because I am not afraid. I didn't understand what Tang Ning meant for a while.

"I mean really, no kidding. I have a way to raise your mental power. Downing said again. And the tone is short, and there is no time. The True Qi Mask may burst anytime and anywhere, it may be after dozens of seconds, or it may be more than ten seconds or a few seconds later, and without waiting for the two of them to reply, he said directly and quickly: "I need the two of you to believe in me unconditionally and let go of your respective spiritual consciousness sea!" ”

If you let go of all the knowledge of the sea to outsiders, it is equivalent to putting your life in the hands of the other party.

……

A village in the south of France. It's a peculiar place, with a climate at least three or four months away from the outside world. Outside, winter is going to spring, and the cold of early spring is biting. It's still late autumn, and the fields are still growing ripe crops.

The sky was gray and gloomy, and the heavy dark clouds pressed very low, but not static, but rolled faster and faster, and the black pressure covered the sky, which could swallow everything and crush everything.

In the distance, this dreary and oppressive black and half-man-tall artemisia grass and the golden autumn harvest crops of full-grained grains are united. The black of the dark clouds and the golden yellow of the ears of grain, the two heavy colors, the color difference is very large, and the visual contrast is strong, which is both contradictory and harmonious. But it's reminiscent of the kind of belly fullness that comes after hunger.

A bumper harvest of grain, a gratifying thing. There are valleys, fields, and grain, which means that many people can die less. The struggle for power and profit in the upper class has nothing to do with the common people, and this is the same in both the East and the West. Great wealth and nobility belong to those who have a good life. Speculators gamble with their lives and the survival of their families, in order to get ahead, for the sake of power and wealth.

Win or lose, the result is absolutely a mountain of bones. If they win, look at the bones of others, and if they lose, the bones 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. However, what the vast majority of ordinary people want is very simple, they just want their families to be happy and have a stable and peaceful life.

Rumbling thunder tore the sky wreakfully with teeth and claws of lightning.

The trees on both sides of the dirt road in the countryside swayed, the branches shook violently, the leaves rattled, and the wind with a strong dampness blew stronger and stronger, and a heavy downpour was coming.

Autumn wind, bleak.

The coming autumn rain is more bleak than the crackling storm that ravages the land.

Dozens of black horsemen lined up in a neat queue without any signs, and it was a dishonorable or disgraceful march. They stood silently, only the black cherry blossoms on their hats and helmets were torn by the wind and rain, and there were dents and broken gaps in the dark armor, as well as large and small cracks, as well as traces of smoke and fire, and most of them had blood stains on their armor. They were supposed to have arrived here after a pitched battle. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, these people would have appeared alive in broad daylight, and you would have thought that the ancients had traveled to modern times. The armor style on their bodies, the blades they hold, and the temperament and demeanor they show are obviously ancient knights thousands of years ago.

Their faces were expressionless, and their eyes were blinded by the wind and sand, but they didn't blink their eyelids. As the most mysterious executor unit of the Holy See, each of them is an elite. They know that in the blink of an eye, they may be able to determine the victory or defeat of a battle, and they may all decide whether to dodge or not to dodge an oncoming arrow. Their faces were stiff, frozen blue in the autumn wind, steel-cast iron, lifeless, exuding an icy and cold aura, like ghosts from hell.

The leading one is in his thirties, tall and sturdy, wearing the same fish scale armor as his subordinates, the color is as black as ink, the workmanship is exquisite, the links are tight, and each semi-circular ovoid armor is really like fish scales. Obviously, they are all hand-polished by professional craftsmen who are good at ancient skills, hard and sturdy, but not stiff, although it is a full-body closed armor, but the design is exquisite, does not affect physical activity, and is extremely resistant to blows and protection. It takes at least three years to make such a pair of armor, and it has to be a senior craftsman with ancient skills, so it is impossible to mass produce it, but these dozens of knights are wearing it, and it has reached the point where it is impossible for everyone to have a standard configuration.

The face under the eaves of the slightly turned helmet was very fierce, with thick horizontal eyebrows, ringed eyes, a lion nose and a wide mouth, and a short beard under the jaw like hard needles piercing the skin. Drawing the knife from under the ribs and dismounting at the same time, the person walked forward slowly with the knife in his backhand, the blade was shiny, the back of the knife was forward, the edge of the knife was facing backwards, the tip of the knife slashed the ground and made a stabbing sound, and the inch-deep ravine drawn by the ground became longer and longer.

It's desolate, there's no people in sight, the wind is blowing harder, and a storm is coming.