Chriss?

Among the many elites of the Carey family, the first one to resist the pressure here and plan to surpass Fang Mingwei would be Chriss.

Looking at this beautiful woman in surprise, her forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

The amount of exercise just now didn't leave her sweat stains, but at this moment, under the pressure here, she couldn't control the changes in her body.

The corners of Fang Mingwei's eyes jumped slightly, if it was in terms of physical ability, he would definitely be out of reach.

However, Chris's spiritual power was only at the ninth level. Can a girl with a ninth-level spiritual power surpass herself?

Fang Mingwei's eyes slowly lit up, the hesitation and reason in them had all disappeared, and what was left was that unwavering gaze.

However, Fang Mingwei is not the kind of inflexible antique, since he has made up his mind, he must give full play to his strength. Then, the soul power that is his strongest reliance and backing naturally needs to be used to the maximum.

The spiritual power in his mind began to boil, turning into two filament-like spiritual powers, and slowly began to contact the heart of the Tianyi Clan and the soul of Ek.

The next moment, the momentum on Fang Mingwei's body suddenly changed.

A violent and ferocious aura instantly emanated from his front to the surroundings.

However, the first to bear the brunt was not someone who was creating pressure in front of him, but the red-haired beauty beside Fang Mingwei.

This pressure came strangely, and people with a little less mental strength didn't want to resist it at all. Chrissy was able to go this far, and it was really her limit.

At this moment, not to mention that you want to move on, even if you want to stand still in place, it has already consumed all your energy.

Originally, with her strength and will, she could barely do it for an hour here, but she was rushed by the sudden murderous aura on Fang Mingwei's body, and her heart suddenly raced, and her body was like falling into an ice cellar.

His body shook slightly, and he immediately fell unconscious.

Fang Mingwei's eyes were quick, and he hugged the crumbling body beside him, and at the same time slowed down the ferocious murderous aura.

Since they used their spiritual power to connect the two souls in their minds, they naturally shared part of the mental pressure, which made Fang Mingwei feel relaxed.

He looked back, good fellow, and the people behind him were sweating profusely, as if they were suffering some unbearable pain.

He laughed to himself, if it weren't for those two souls who shared some of the pressure for him, he was afraid that he would have to become one of these people.

Behind him, Zhang Runshui, Yuan Ning and He Linglong actually stood side by side, and the distance between them and himself was one step away.

With a roll of his eyes, Fang Mingwei stuffed the unconscious Chrissy into Yuan Ning's arms. The most outstanding beauty doctor of the Academy of Sciences was stunned for a while, and finally withdrew from this mental pressure contest in anger.

However, her unwilling eyes before leaving made Fang Mingwei feel creepy for a while.

Yuan Ning withdrew from half of the open space, the pressure on her body suddenly disappeared, she took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Fang Mingwei, if you can't walk into the gate today, let's go back and see......"

Fang Mingwei, who was trembling all over his body, and his physical skills were far inferior to those of Tyrannosaurus Rex, his eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and the strong bursting aura was surging again, and it spread out unscrupulously to the surroundings.

Zhang Runshui and He Linglong behind him hated each other at the same time, but they were rushed by this cold air, and they had an inexplicable fear of Fang Mingwei, and they opened their mouths, but they didn't dare to scold.

Fang Mingwei's sleeves moved slowly, he held his head high, and strode forward with half of the mental pressure shared by the two souls in his brain.

Suddenly, the distance of more than ten steps in front of him had been shortened by more than half.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone behind them looking at Fang Mingwei were full of admiration and admiration, even Yuan Ning, who was menacing just now, was no exception.

They had all experienced the power of this pressure firsthand, and knew that the closer they got to the door, the more unbearable it became.

Even Chris, who had the strongest spiritual power among them, couldn't support it after only walking a third of the way, but Fang Mingwei, who was still panting like a cow when he was going up the mountain, actually walked out of two-thirds of the distance in one go, and he was twice as far as them.

This kind of strength has completely convinced this group of arrogant elites.

But at this time, Fang Mingwei's strength was at its limit again. Although there are two powerful souls as backing, but these two are just souls after all, and being able to share part of the power is also their limit, if they continue to exert pressure, Fang Mingwei even has a terrible premonition that these two souls will dissipate.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Mingwei kept trying to divide his spiritual power, and gradually, more than two hundred subtle spiritual lines pierced into the center of the two hundred and eight newly collected souls.

The powerful pressure was distributed to so many souls through the transmission of spiritual threads. Although their strength could not be compared to that of Eke and the Tianyi Clan, they were superior to the large number of people, and their role was not inferior to that of the souls of the two masters.

As soon as his eyes lit up, Fang Mingwei was full of fighting spirit again, and walked forward step by step.

Behind him, the eyes of a group of people were full of admiration, and they looked at Fang Mingwei quietly, full of admiration for this young man with an "unyielding" will.

Approaching the gate step by step, but when he was three steps away from the gate, Fang Mingwei stopped again.

Unexpectedly, the souls of more than 200 people combined still couldn't cope with this powerful mental pressure.

looked at the gate that was close at hand, but Fang Mingwei just didn't dare to rush forward. Reaching out and touching the small laser gun on his waist, I wonder if using the laser gun to open the way is cheating?

Steel teeth gritted angrily, and suddenly, he took out his laser gun, fired it to its maximum power, and under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone behind him, he fired seven or eight shots in succession.

There was a loud bang, and how could that ordinary wooden door withstand such a powerful impact.

In disbelief, the wooden door cracked open from it, and countless debris flew into the sky.

"Oh my God......"

Several lamentations sounded from behind Fang Mingwei, and Zhang Runshui, Schneider and the others involuntarily let out a slight moan.

This is the residence of Marshal Wang, and it is also the place where he lives.

When this marshal personally inspected everyone's qualifications, he dared to shoot with a laser gun, Fang Mingwei can be said to be the first person in history.

Coincidentally, Zhang Runshui and the others gave up the ** to continue moving forward at the same time, and they quickly retreated. At this moment, there is only one thought in their hearts, and that is to get as far away from that madman as possible.

Fang Mingwei didn't know what was happening behind him, and after he smashed the gate with one shot, he let out a bad breath in his heart. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed that the pressure around him had increased greatly, and the invisible power seemed to suddenly become substance, squeezing towards his mind.

Before the gate broke, that mental pressure was evenly distributed in the open space in the courtyard, even if Fang Mingwei kept advancing, it was only passively strengthened.

But now it's different, as if stimulated by that shot, this pressure finally took the initiative to attack.

The powerful power pierced into Fang Mingwei's mind in an instant, like a big vertebrae beating around in his mind, making it difficult for him to control himself.

Fang Mingwei held his head in his hands, only to feel that his head was getting worse and cracked, his body was shaking, and he was almost about to fall on the spot.

Schneider, who was in the distance, looked at him worriedly, and was about to come to the rescue, but was pulled by Zhang Runshui. Schneider's face changed several times, and finally gave up.

There was a constant roaring sound in his head, and it was like countless flies buzzing inside, Fang Mingwei's face was miserable, even if it was shared by many souls, he couldn't hold on.

Just as his face turned hideous and he wanted to scream, a subtle wisp of spiritual power pierced a stubborn place in his mind.

More than a month ago, when Fang Mingwei was kidnapped, he used the power of the soul vortex to absorb all the spiritual power of a one-night stand.

However, with his strength at that time, he had only digested a small part of his power, and most of the rest of his power had turned into a stubborn white point of light that stayed in his mind.

It is precisely because of this white point of light that the recovery speed of his own spiritual power is far faster than that of ordinary people, and whenever he is exhausted, this white point of light will always release some spiritual power, allowing him to continuously get new spiritual power to replenish.

And now, when he was under infinite pressure, the white point of light moved again.

A large amount of spiritual power was released, just like a river embankment that had been washed away by a great flood, and countless spiritual powers surged out. The seemingly endless force filled his mind in an instant.

The waves are turbulent and the world is turned upside down...... The mental pressure from the outside world became vulnerable in the face of this huge force, and almost no resistance was completely driven out of Fang Mingwei's mind.

Under the impact of massive energy, a wave of incredibly intense pleasure filled his body, every hair, every bit of skin, and every cell were jumping happily, and they did not hesitate to convey the best passion and pleasure.

(To be continued)