Chapter 46 is foggy

Cultivation itself is a process of developing the brain, just as ordinary people can only use about 7% of their brains, and cultivators will use their brains more and more.

10 percent, 15 percent, 20 percent, and so on. Wang Ming's utilization rate of his brain is now about 9 percent, and the higher he goes, the more difficult it becomes. At the highest level of cultivation, the development rate of the brain is only about 80%.

As for why, Wang Ming himself doesn't know, but it's a little certain that if you want to gain more powerful power, you must further develop your brain, and then combine it with other drugs and so on to make your cultivation go to the next level.

The beginning of cultivation originates from the sea of suffering, and the sea of suffering is located at the head. Once the bitter sea is opened, a large amount of life essence will be released, and its own strength, speed, and perception will increase.

For example, Wang Ming at this time, his strength is enough to be compared with Liu Decheng, who has been cultivating for decades, although this Uncle Liu is not able to cultivate the essentials, he has also cultivated a pair of steel and iron bones.

The energy in Uncle Liu's body was almost boiling, and his qi and blood were extremely vigorous, surging to the extreme, comparable to the power of a dragon and tiger. Even so, Wang Ming's current strength of qi and blood surpasses that of Uncle Liu.

Perception is like divine consciousness, and in the absence of the use of divine consciousness, one's own instinctive ability to react is the ability to perceive. For example, Wang Ming can now listen to the six roads without using any cultivation, and he can see all directions, and any small fluctuation around him, Wang Ming can feel it clearly.

As far as the raindrops that took the rainy day are concerned, Wang Ming has been able to clearly capture their tracks.

In the metaphor of Wang Ming's current life, if there is a mosquito or a fly behind him, he can see the swing of the mosquito's wings clearly, as if it is fluttering in front of his eyes, and he can see clearly, as if everything in the world has slowed down in front of him, this is the ability to perceive.

Without using the use of divine sense, perceptual ability is a kind of human instinct, which belongs exclusively to the cultivator.

Wang Ming probed the patient's brain, and after exclamating it, he further explored.

After bypassing those intricate neuronal links, Wang Ming went straight into the long knife and ran in the direction of the bitter sea.

Although this person has not cultivated, and the sea of suffering has not been opened, that place still exists, whether you have opened it up or not, just like whether you love it or not, I am here.

A large amount of fog suddenly surged in his brain, Wang Ming had a feeling of visiting a maze inside, Wang Ming remembered the location of the bitter sea clearly, he originally thought that he should be familiar with the road, but he didn't expect Wang Ming to turn around inside and see nothing.

And the fog is getting bigger and bigger, and gradually the fog turns black, and faintly, Wang Ming can still hear the roar, like a ghost crying wolf.

"It's getting more and more interesting, and I want to see what's in there." Wang Ming increased the transmission of divine consciousness, and gradually formed a phantom image of Wang Ming in the patient's mind.

"Wang Ming, what's wrong, do you see something?" Seeing Wang Ming close his eyes for a while, Uncle Liu asked anxiously.

"Wang Ming, what do you see, but you are talking!" For a long time, Wang Ming didn't respond, and Xu Lixun couldn't help but ask anxiously.

Just as Uncle Liu was about to ask another question, Wang Ming replied using his divine sense: "I'm probing the patient's brain, and I'll tell you if I find something." ”

"This is—" Xu Lixun looked at Wang Ming with curious eyes like a child, he obviously didn't see Wang Ming speak, why did this voice look like Wang Ming was standing in his ear and speaking.

"I know, this is the transmission of divine consciousness, I didn't expect that I actually saw the legendary transmission of divine consciousness today." Liu Decheng burst into tears with excitement.

"Great, Divine Consciousness Transmission, I didn't expect that I would ever see the Divine Consciousness Transmission one day-it's really good-"

Uncle Liu couldn't do it excitedly, hugged Xu Lixun, and said in a choked voice.

Xu Lixun was actually very excited in his heart, but after all, he was a person who had seen the world, and he didn't cry as excitedly as Liu Decheng.

just hugged Liu Decheng and said: "Now, I really believe it, buddy, I believe all the strange things you told me before!" Believe it all! ”

Wang Ming, who was in the patient's mind, shook his head helplessly. He still knows the things outside very clearly, the two old men hugged each other and cried bitterly, Wang Ming always felt infinitely affectionate, which made him helpless.

At this moment, an extremely strong hissing sound came from inside the black mist. It's like the screaming of a demon in the depths of hell being whipped in oil.

Wang Ming focused all his attention here, and no longer paid attention to the affairs of the two old men outside.

The roar grew louder and louder, and the hell grew more and more exhaustive. Wang Ming looked at the black mist, he didn't go in for a long time, he wasn't sure what would appear inside, although now, Wang Ming had a trace of strength.

But after experiencing the events of the past few days, Wang Ming also knew that this world was not ordinary, and it was not as he imagined.

The black mist grew thicker and thicker, almost liquid-like black vapor. The roaring gradually stopped, which made Wang Ming feel uneasy.

Completely exposed, like prey on the savannah. When lions catch their prey, they crouch in the grass, and those prey are still there enjoying the sun, food and water before they know the danger is still approaching.

"It's coming, no matter what, you have to go in and have a look." Wang Ming gritted his teeth and galloped forward, and his whole person was instantly covered by black mist.

The black mist is still getting thicker and thicker, and the range is gradually expanding, when Wang Ming has not entered, it only occupies less than one-third of the entire brain, and now it has exceeded two-thirds, and the speed of expansion is getting faster and faster.

In the black mist, Wang Ming couldn't see anything clearly, even if he increased his divine sense, Wang Ming could only see the distance less than two meters in front of him.

"I wonder what's in here?" Wang Ming moved his steps cautiously, not daring to move too much, "I have to be careful, after all, the enemy is dark and I am clear, and if I don't pay attention, I will be doomed!" ”

It's strange to say, just now outside, the roar was terrifying, but now there is no movement at all.

There is evil everywhere in this, what the black mist is, this Wang Ming is not clear. After so many years, Wang Ming had seen such a strange black fog for the first time.

The black mist seemed to exude a hint of fishy odor, a familiar smell. Wang Ming frowned, as if he had thought of something.

"That's right, that's what the patient's face smells like, but it's not as strong as the outside!"

"It seems that if you want to cure this patient, if you don't figure it out, it still won't work."

The sacred mission as a doctor made Wang Ming determined, since he had promised to cure him, he naturally had to go all out.

"I don't care what's in it, I'm going to find him out, his grandmother's, I still don't believe it, there are still diseases in the world that my Wang can't cure!"

Wang Ming made a move with his right hand, and five silver needles appeared in his hand. Wang Ming slowly dispersed his divine sense, turned into five parts, and attached them to the five silver needles.

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