(); Overcoming rigidity with softness is the best way.

The gathering of spiritual power that had been deposited on the ancient battlefield for many years was stirred up, like a monster that had been sleeping for many years was awakened and rushed towards the enemy who harassed it, Chang Ming.

Chang Ming formed a soft net of spiritual power, firmly and gently blocking it out, and at the same time infiltrating more spiritual power into it for dialysis and decomposition.

Although the forty-nine methods in the inner building of the Feng family are more skillful, they can still find a certain pattern when combined. Chang Ming's own understanding of spiritual power is based on the soul structure, so if you combine theory with practice, counting the entire Heavenly Dome Continent, there are few people who can surpass him in the mastery of the soul structure!

Layer by layer, layer by layer, Chang Ming became more and more aware of how the monster in front of him was composed.

Over the years, a large number of wills deposited on the ancient battlefield have been broken down into countless fragments, some of which cannot be fused have disappeared, and others that have been repeatedly accumulated have slowly gathered together, forming a single paranoid spirit. It is integrated and inseparable from the entire ancient battlefield, and has become the inherent soul of the ancient battlefield.

With each Organ War, this spirit grows stronger, and at the same time, it in turn affects all those who participate in the war, making them more susceptible to certain emotions.

In the final analysis, what Chang Ming is facing now is actually the will of the ancient battlefield!

It stands to reason that this will is paranoid, singular, and incommunicative. It has no reason, and it attacks whoever disturbs it. Its attack is actually a kind of forcible fusion. Just like a big fish eating a small fish, this will is too strong. It naturally wanted to devour everything it could get its hands on and that was powerful enough.

But in the process of contact, Chang Ming found out. In the depths of these fragments, somewhere, there was a strange fluctuation. It has a certain regularity, slowly undulating, like the breath of a real life. Even, from there, a certain light of reason came, which made Chang Ming have a feeling, as long as it went deep enough. He can communicate with this will!

This is undoubtedly an adventure. This will is the sum of the spiritual power of the ancient battlefield for 10,000 years, and its strength can be imagined, it is almost unmatched by human beings. Chang Ming can only defend passively now, and all the temptations are carried out very carefully.

If he wanted to go deep into the depths of this will, he would need to spend more mental power, which would invisibly weaken his defenses.

After weakening his defenses, he was really able to retain his mental power. Aren't you swallowed up by this powerful will?

He didn't hesitate for long. He will have to go through countless terrible battles in the future, and if he admits defeat at this time, what will he do in the future?

He instantly made up his mind to turn his current spiritual power from defense to fusion, and invade the will of the ancient battlefield in reverse!

Then. In the eyes of the grass sword girl and other companions outside, Chang Ming's body suddenly underwent a terrifying change.

At that moment, he felt as if he had lost his life, his face was extremely gray, and his breathing became vague. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground. His eyes were blazing and he was looking ahead. At this moment, he relaxed from his sitting position. The shoulders seemed to be pressed down by an invisible weight, and the whole person was slumped. The most important thing is that his eyes have changed from clear and powerful to chaotic and empty, as if he has lost his soul!

The female fowl was frightened and pounced on it and shouted, "Master, what's wrong with you, master?"

They knew that Chang Ming was fighting against an inexplicable force before, and now that he suddenly became like this, could it be that the battle was lost and his spiritual power was destroyed?

Before she could get close to Chang Ming, a soft force blocked her and threw her aside. Although the female bird looks like a beautiful girl in her twenties, she is actually a ninth-order beast, this pounce is her impatience, seemingly peaceful, but in fact, with amazing power, it is extremely difficult to stop. But this soft force was far more powerful than hers, and with a slight block, she couldn't control her body and stumbled to the side.

Uncle Hai frowned and shouted, "Don't move! Don't disturb him!"

The female bird hadn't reacted yet, and the grass sword had already understood. His face was happy, and he rarely opened the golden mouth: "You mean that the master is still fighting?"

Uncle Hai didn't speak, and the female bird finally understood, she glanced at Chang Ming apologetically, and stayed aside more vigilantly.

Uncle Hai blocked the female bird, ignored the two strange beasts, and just stared at Chang Ming tightly, his face was surprised and happy, and there was some vague worry. He muttered silently: "Good boy, you really dare to do it......" His muscles tensed without a trace, ready to shoot at any time, it can be seen that Chang Ming's current situation is really not an ordinary crisis!

There was no problem with his judgment, Chang Ming was indeed in extreme danger now.

There was a crazy adventurous spirit in his bones, and when he suddenly attacked, he gritted his teeth, and only left a small part of his spiritual power in his physical strength, and stubbornly guarded the little clarity in his heart, and all the remaining spiritual power was injected into the body of the ancient battlefield will, and became one with it.

The will of the ancient battlefield is composed of countless wills over tens of thousands of years, with a certain order in the chaos. Chang Ming dived all the way in, just to find the deepest order in here.

Directly perceiving the situation around you by your mental power will only make you more sensitive. At this moment, Chang Ming's spirit was directly in contact with all kinds of emotional turbulence, and a large number of fragmentary thoughts and feelings were injected into his consciousness, shaking him strongly.

It is that people have feelings, and people's feelings are very susceptible to the influence of other people, resulting in violent fluctuations. You can also feel sad when others cry, and it is easy to infect others when laughing happily...... This is usually the case, not to mention this kind of direct contact.

Gradually, these emotions penetrated into Chang Ming's will, merging with his original spiritual power, as if they had become his own emotions.

Outside, his expression began to change, sometimes hideous, sometimes angry, sometimes calm, sometimes sad.

As the name suggests, the ancient battlefield has been a battlefield for tens of thousands of years, and the negative emotions here are far greater than the joy. So most of the time, Chang Ming's expression was gloomy and violent, as if he would stand up at any time and tear everything around him apart.

The grass sword girl looked at him nervously, and Uncle Hai was also tense, ready to make a move at any time. But no matter how Chang Ming's expression changed, he always sat on the ground, sitting firmly, without even a trace of shaking.

As time passed, Chang Ming's expression gradually softened and began to become peaceful. Uncle Hai's face showed surprise, his lips squirmed, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

At this time, Chang Ming firmly guarded himself under the will of the ancient battlefield, and even began to adapt to its existence. His willpower was so strong that it was like a reef in a rapid, firmly rooted in the depths, and the waves could only pass by him, and could not change him in the slightest.

At the same time, he is still diving in, he wants to unravel the many impurities bound to this will, and find its deepest essence!

The torrent passed by him, coming with strong emotion, and then moving away. Chang Ming maintained his inner clarity and stability, and worked hard to find it.

The will of the ancient battlefield is like a huge cocoon, and all the outside is wrapped in sedimented spiritual fragments, this cocoon seems to be infinitely thick, no matter how you explore, you can't find anything else.

But Chang Ming firmly believed that there was something else, otherwise, it would not have existed for so long, and it would not have become so powerful. There must be something that ties it together!

I don't know how long it took, Chang Ming's body shook, and his expression suddenly emptied. Grief, despair, anger, excitement, and even the last peace disappeared completely, and Chang Ming's expression became a hollow, nothing.

The female bird didn't dare to touch him casually anymore, and asked nervously, "What's going on?"

Uncle Hai's body relaxed, he snorted, and turned around: "The kid has the ability, and he is lucky, he has found the right master!"

He casually found a stone and sat down, and didn't stare at Chang Ming anymore, as if he didn't care about what was going on at all, and as if he knew everything.

Chang Ming felt it!

After a long time, washed away by countless fragments and chaotic wills, he finally reached the core of that thick cocoon and felt what was buried in the depths.

It was a huge aura of determination and chaos. It seems a little strange to put these two words together, but this is indeed Chang Ming's biggest feeling.

Its essence is very heavy and firm, almost unshakable. But it's very quiet now, like it's sleeping. It has an innate attraction that attracts all the free wills of the ancient battlefield. Since it itself is asleep and does not say anything, these free wills take its place and behave as if they were its essence, in a state of great confusion.

What Chang Ming captures now is its essence. It was warm and steady, with a faint pulsation, with only a slight movement at long intervals. As soon as Chang Ming's will touched it, an extremely peaceful feeling immediately came over him, making him want to fall asleep with it.

This was just a momentary feeling, Chang Ming quickly controlled himself and came to his senses. His mental power turned into a soft blanket, clinging to the core of this willpower, gently "caressing" it.

In this continuous stroke, the will moved somewhat, and the frequency of ups and downs was noticeably faster than just now.

At this time, the chaotic will outside was still tearing Chang Ming's spirit, Chang Ming was unmoved, and continued to contact this core will.

After a long time, the surroundings suddenly calmed down! The chaotic air currents that were violently tearing at the surrounding air suddenly disappeared, and a huge will suddenly descended, suppressing all chaotic consciousness!

The thick fog of the ancient battlefield had been torn like a rag, but at this time, they slowly gathered, getting thicker and thicker. In the end, the white mist formed a huge human shape on the ancient battlefield, it gathered and dispersed, and the loud voice resounded in the minds of several people present with resonant echoes: "Who is coming, why do you want to alarm me?"

Chang Ming slowly opened his eyes, looked at the huge fog shadow in front of him, he smiled slightly, and introduced himself: "My name is Chang Ming, I am the one who woke you up!" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read. )

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