The pain reached the point of numbness, but Zhen Cheng let go instead. The milky white gas did not appear, and Zhen Cheng was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die. If his consciousness could control his body at this moment, Zhen Cheng would like to smash the Tianling cover with his palm and commit suicide.

The feeling that life is worse than death, Zhen Cheng deeply realized it at this moment.

The machine spirit black corpse did not torture Zhen Cheng anymore, looking at Zhen Cheng and looking at the misty Mud Pill Palace, the anger in his heart was slowly replaced by calm.

"Your Divine Sense is not strong enough, and you have inadvertently added a little bit of Your Divine Sense, so we have the opportunity to communicate directly with words! Do you want to learn how to increase your consciousness? The old voice of the black corpse rose again, and after thinking about it, he obviously came up with a condition that Zhen Cheng wanted the most now.

Right! It's a condition! He certainly won't teach in vain.

"I want to learn! What are the conditions? "There is no free lunch on Shijie, at this moment, is there any other more haode choice?

"Cheerful people! Nothing to say. Your sense is strong, and we can communicate more in the future! This method is even the rent of my living in your mud pill palace! The black man's voice suddenly became very sincere, and Zhen Cheng was not allowed to hesitate at all.

"Rent? You're humorous! Then you can talk about this method! Zhen Cheng was also unceremonious, improving his divine sense and exercising his spiritual power, which is something that a cultivator dreams of.

"Listen up! There are thousands of cultivation methods for divine consciousness, and there is only one that is suitable for you now. That is to use the soul power here to cultivate divine sense! ”

Soul power can cultivate divine sense? This is the first time Zhen Cheng has heard that soul power and divine consciousness are not the slightest connection? Isn't soul power the liliang of nothingness? Consciousness is just an extension of the mind. Use soul power to cultivate divine consciousness. This first sentence aroused Zhen Cheng's interest. Zhen Cheng didn't rush to speak, he restrained his mind and listened carefully.

"The Mud Pill Palace is a repository of soul power, and it is also the birthplace of divine consciousness. Do you see the white mist? Zhen Cheng wanted to nod, but then he suddenly realized that at this moment, he could only speak, but he had no body. At this moment, I should be the white mist, right?

Hei Yan seemed to have returned to antiquity, his voice was empty, he didn't even look at Zhen Cheng, and continued: "This smoke is your soul power. It is the positive energy after the refinement of the power of light. Ordinary light power can't enter the Mud Pill Palace. And the divine consciousness also exists in this space, and that is your current virtual body! ”

"Void body?" Zhen Cheng subconsciously wanted to raise his hands, and suddenly saw his ethereal palm, small like a grain of rice, but it was clearly presented for a few seconds, and then turned into a white mist.

"The stronger your divine sense, the clearer your body will be now! The more things you can control in this Mud Pill Palace. This mud pill palace is like a huge room, now you don't want to open the window of the room, even the room temperature, light and sound can't be indulged.

"What's the use of this divine sense?"

"Ignorance! What is the use of divine consciousness? "The illusory figure of the black corpse is constantly trembling, as if it is looking up to the sky and laughing." The powerful divine consciousness in the universe can directly control the enemy's body movements and launch attacks. ”

"Use your divine sense to directly control your opponent's actions! How is this possible? Zhen Cheng exclaimed.

Zhen Cheng was surprised not by whether there was such a guy in the universe, but whether the black corpse would directly control his body in the future.

"Remember, every time you have a sharp pain from the Mud Pill Palace, you have to try to endure it! That milky gas, you have to try to absorb as much as you can! This will strengthen your present void of consciousness. However, there is one thing to note, that is, the sentence ......" said a few words to zuihou, and his voice became softer and softer, and zuihou couldn't hear what he said at all. Zhen Cheng suddenly felt very tired, and the voice was getting farther and farther away from him.

Zhen Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt the real shijie that he hadn't seen for a long time.

His hands were still in a cultivation posture, but the clothes on his body had become hard due to the repeated impregnation of sweat.

With his hands stiffly put down, Zhen Cheng turned to use the pre-perception inward vision again, but found that he couldn't even activate the inward vision at the moment. Slowly stood up, and in an instant, the world was spinning, and the headache was splitting.

After more than half an hour, Zhen Cheng finally slowly got up from the bamboo bed. Moved his body, rested against the wall, picked up the clear water that Wu Xin had prepared earlier, and drank it all. The feeling of headache still lingers, which is several times stronger than the pain when you wake up the next day after being drunk.

Outside, it was already bright, but it smelled cloudy. The light outside the wooden house is slowly dimming, is it going to rain in the daytime? Zhen Cheng didn't want to go outside to confirm, he just wanted to have a good night's sleep, and unconsciously fell asleep again.

When the sun was three poles, Zhen Cheng woke up under Wu Xin's push. The pain in his head was reduced a lot, and Zhen Cheng looked at Wu Xin with a dull look in his eyes, not wanting to get up.

"Did you wet the bed?" Zhen Cheng opened his eyes, and Wu Xin's heart fell to the ground. I worried all night last night, and I fell asleep at dawn. It was almost noon, Wu Xin really couldn't stand it anymore, and carefully woke Zhen Cheng up. Seeing that Zhen Cheng was wet all over his body, Wu Xin joked mischievously. "I'll get you hot water and take a good shower!"

Wu Xin left happily, but Zhen Cheng was still lying on the bed in a daze, motionless.

The sunlight was waving in the room, and the dust on the roof was visible. A sense of powerlessness came from the depths of his soul, Zhen Cheng wanted to get up, but he was so powerless.

Zhen Cheng was sure that his face must be ugly. A feeling of loss of energy made Zhen Cheng weak.

Time passed minute by minute, and Zhen Cheng tried to recall everything last night. Clear and profound, Zhen Cheng can be sure that what happened in the Mud Pill Palace last night was not illusory, but a living reality.

Recovering a trace of strength, Zhen Cheng raised his hand and carefully touched his head, there was no blood, let alone a gap. But Zhen Cheng was sure that the Black Death Weapon Spirit was hiding inside.

After Niu Wazi and the others arrived in the second village, they made several large wooden barrels in order to take a bath. After Wu Xin helped Zhen Cheng get it done, Zhen Cheng lay down in the big wooden barrel.

After Wu Xin went out, Zhen Cheng quietly soaked in hot water, last night, how many times he sweated, and how many times his clothes dried, Zhen Cheng couldn't remember.

Some symptoms of colds appeared, which in Zhen Cheng's impression, were as few as morning stars, and there were only a handful.

In my memory, only during the winter vacation of my freshman year, because I was frightened by the wild boar essence, I had a high fever for a few days, of course, it was precisely because of that fright that I had the ability to pre-perceive, and my life quietly changed.

In the following days, although I experienced a lot of life and death, I never seemed to have ever been sick and cold.

But this time, Zhen Cheng really experienced the power of a cold, his limbs were sore, and he was weak even when he opened his mouth to speak.

"It's a little hot!" Zhen Cheng took a bath, and after Wu Xin cleaned up the house, he found that Zhen Cheng was lying on the cleaned bed again. Stretching out his warm little hand, he asked with concern, "Do you want to take medicine?" ”

"No!" Zhen Cheng wanted to laugh bitterly, but there was no expression on his face. Since cultivating ancient martial arts, Zhen Cheng has taken any pills. I ate a lot of nutritious items.

Cultivating white jade, when he took Huang Yiyi up the mountain this time, Zhen Cheng put it at Nangong Wan'er. If the cultivation of Bai Yu is here, then what is this little cold of his own?

"If you want something to eat, I'll get it for you!" Although Zhen Cheng tried his best to hide it, Wu Xin could still feel Zhen Cheng's pain. It's distressing, but it can't be shown on the face. Since noon yesterday, Zhen Cheng has drunk a few glasses of water, and Wu Xin thoughtfully suggested, "I'll buy you some hot dog meat and drink some rice wine, so that you will have strength!" ”

After Niu Wazi and the others got up in the morning, they went to the scene of Jindanmen Dabi. At noon, Wu Xin asked for leave from the Eighth Ancestor and ran back to take care of Zhen Cheng.

"No, you don't! I just want to sleep, you go and get busy! Zhen Cheng turned his head to look at Wu Xin, barely squeezed out a smile and asked, "How is Liu Gang's matter handled?" ”

Killing Liu Gang is not a big deal, but the way to kill Liu Gang will definitely cause some people to be dissatisfied. Liu Gang's strange way of death will definitely reach the ears of the ancestors, with the timid and fearful ancestors of Jindanmen, how can they not figure it out?

"The Eighth Ancestor came to the door with Liu Qiang last night! Niu Wazi sent them away with the black sleeves of that robe! Then Liu Qiang said that you use poison, Niu Wazi cooked meat and bones in front of them, with the sleeves of the black Taoist robe, and fed them to the dogs in the yard to eat, the dog is fine, and the eighth ancestor will be fine! ”

Zhen Cheng's painful forehead twitched into Sichuan characters, and his head suddenly hurt and he was confused.

"That's not right! It's the Eight Ancestors who are fine! The dog is okay too! Seeing Zhen Cheng's crying and laughing appearance, Wu Xin seriously corrected his imprecision in his words.

Wu Xin deliberately made himself laugh, a high-achieving student in the Department of Economics and Management, and he couldn't even understand what he said. Zhen Cheng smiled cooperatively, but that smile was uglier than crying.

"Then you rest, I'll get you something to eat!" In Wu Xin's opinion, Zhen Cheng was tired when he dealt with Liu Gang yesterday, and Liu Gang would die so miserably, he had already asked yesterday. After sweating, taking a bath, and eating something, Zhen Cheng estimated that he would be fine.

Thinking of doing it, this is Wu Xin's character. Although Zhen Cheng said that he would not eat it, Wu Xin did not agree. Without waiting for Zhen Cheng to refuse again, Wu Xin had already closed the door and left in a hurry.

In the empty room, Zhen Cheng was left alone. In the emptiness, Zhen Cheng felt lonely, and suddenly, like a child, he was a little homesick.

Speaking of home, Zhen Cheng was a little dazed. Although the courtyard house in Yanjing has been renovated, is it still a home? The cabin in the mountains of Province Z has not been lived in for two or three years, so will there be small animals hiding in the house, is that home?

Hanqian City, the country-style restaurant that made its own career is still there, is that home?

After thinking about it, Zhen Cheng suddenly found that he didn't know when he started and lost his home.

Zhen Guo was established in a daze, and he assumed the responsibility of guarding Huaxia State, and nuclear-powered aircraft seemed to have become his home.

Home should be stable; But I rarely enjoy it.

Thinking of nuclear-powered aircraft, Zhen Cheng thought of those women in Zhen Guo. Nangong Wan'er, Sun Shaobo, Lin Mengwei and others, when they are not around, do they also think that they are like this and want a home?

Zhou Yubing will never come back, and Ouyang Xuan'er is also very lucky. Where did Bai Lingsu go, it might take a long time for him, should he get married and start a family?

Thinking disorganized, emotions are messy. Without waiting for Wu Xin to come back, Zhen Cheng fell asleep tiredly.

PS: I was so busy last week, plus I had a cold, and I almost broke off! Thanks to the brothers for the flowers, it gave the master the passion to fight and persevere, otherwise the master really doesn't know if he will persevere! The school affairs are very temporary, and any parent or leader will be gone in eight hours! At the end of the month, one day, the rural boy exceeded 7 million words! Brothers have flowers, don't keep them, throw them away if you can, and top them if you can. Although there is no guarantee that 10,000 words will be updated every day, in February, the master also changed 200,000 words! It's been two months, and the Master almost doesn't know what the Flower Award is, whether it's rewarding the Master, or encouraging the Master to do more tomorrow, it's up to the brothers! If there are flowers, smash them, and they will be cleared tomorrow!