"Qiu Hai, you were slaughtered for five days and five nights by being pressed on the chopping board, and the blood was not dried, and it was still alive, which made our hearts even more unbalanced. A silver bell-like voice reached Feng Ming's ears.

Feng Ming looked back and saw that it was Yanran who came to his side.

Feng Ming looked left and right at Yan Ran, looked up and down, and even made comparisons, making Yan Ran uncomfortable, accompanied by creepy.

"Yanran, you're so lucky!You're so lucky to let you escape!" Feng Ming's face showed a wicked smile, and a look of conspiracy failed.

These words made everyone else confused, and they all stared at Feng Ming.

"It's good luck to have escaped, what do you mean by that?" asked Yan Ran, a little anxious and a little scared.

"I was going to arrest you and leave you speechless, but I didn't find you, it's a pity!" Feng Ming said regretfully.

"It's a pity?" Yan Ran really couldn't understand what he meant.

"Just now you were at the bottom of that stairs, that look is really funny, all of them are all naked! I think this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity should not be missed, take advantage of the slippery one, catch one of them, lest she always say that I talk nonsense, and give me a clean slate! The fact that you have a lot of boobs and flesh can't run away! It's a pity! It's a pity!" Feng Ming showed regret that his treacherous plan had not succeeded.

Yan Ran was so angry that she trembled, and after being stunned for a while, she screamed: "You little whore, dare to peep at us, sisters, let's go together!"

Yan Ran grabbed Feng Ming, and the other three beauties were ashamed and angry when they heard that they were being seen through by Feng Ming, and they also rushed up and pressed Feng Ming on the stone steps and beat him violently.

"Little whore, which eye peeps? Sister dug it out and stepped on it as a bubble!"

"I didn't see anything, there were five of them, except for the four of you, I don't know who the other was, they were far away, shrouded in white mist, and they couldn't see anything. Wronged, great wrong!"

"Really didn't see anything?"

"I swear to God, I really didn't see anything, this time I really didn't do it! ”

Others have also proved that there is indeed a white mist blocking the view.

The four beauties secretly breathed a sigh of relief: if all the spring light leaked out, they would not be ashamed to death. Fortunately!

"I'll let you go this time, and if I dare to have bad intentions next time, I will never let you go!" The four beauties were still angry.

"It's all two legs, two hands, one shoulder and one head, what's the difference?

The others laughed.

"You're still talking nonsense! Ouch! Ouch! Why does my hand hurt so much?"

Four beauties suddenly cried out in pain.

The person who was beaten did not cry out in pain, but the person who hit him did cry out in pain. Can you have a sense of morality?" Feng Ming loudly denounced justice.

"Qiu Hai, what are you hiding on your body? Look at our hands! Ouch! My beautiful little hands!

Eight white lotus-like arms stretched out in front of Feng Ming, beautiful and smooth, but the eight small hands were very bad, swollen like buns.

"It's not good for you to be reasonable! No wonder people often say, 'Only women and villains are difficult to raise,' and this time I have a deep understanding. I was beaten like a sandbag by you on the ground, and now I am covered in bruises. Oh my God, where is the axiom?" Feng Ming was extremely aggrieved, and he opened the clothes on his chest to examine the injury, "Look at this place...... Why are there no scars? Where are the injuries?"

I saw that the skin on Feng Ming's chest was smooth and flat, without any redness and swelling, as if the four beauties had not beaten the pink fist at all.

The others felt incredible: the punches of the four beauties were absolutely genuine, although they did not use the real yuan, but after all, they were practitioners, and they had survived all the steps except for the penultimate step in the second level, and those punches should not be underestimated. And Feng Ming also didn't use True Yuan to resist. Now they are unscathed by the beatings, and the beaters are injured by the shock. Feng Ming's body was unimaginably strong. You must know that the four beauties are all martial emperors, and women are not allowed to shave their eyebrows.

Seeing that he was not injured, Feng Ming hid behind Lin Feng with a smoke, and asked with concern: "Big brother, why are your ears red and red? Is there something wrong? Junior brother has some healing elixir here." ”

"No problem! No problem!" Lin Feng looked a little flustered, and then taught Feng Ming a lesson, "You are not a small boss, you are still a big fool, like something!"

"Big brother has taught me a lesson, and I will definitely pay attention to it in the future. Let's go, let's go, let's go! The four dominatrix are coming again, let's hide first. Feng Ming pulled Lin Feng and headed towards the six thousand and one steps.

"What's going on?"

Feng Ming was surprised when he stepped on the six thousand and one steps, neither attractive, nor windy, nor did he feel any other pressure.

"You'll know what's going on up there. Lin Feng saw Feng Ming's inquiring gaze, and said as he stepped up.

"Divine Consciousness Attack!"

After stepping a few steps, the two looked at each other and exclaimed in unison.

"This is a big problem! This level can't solve the problem even if you teleport. Lin Feng said in shock, "Divine Sense, for the Fengyun Continent, is too mysterious, there is neither a cultivation method, nor a systematic application method, but it is just a gift from heaven, and it is improved with the ascension of the realm. This level is actually a divine consciousness attack, and this level is probably ......"

Lin Feng didn't dare to say it, the result was really not good, and it made people shudder.

They're really in big trouble this time. Not only them, but also the martial artists of the entire Fengyun Continent, their cognition of the problem of divine consciousness is also half a claw. Divine consciousness has always been shrouded in a veil of mystery that makes it impossible to see through. I have never heard of the method of cultivation anywhere, and the method of using it is also very superficial. Countless ancestors have studied it, but the divine consciousness is too mysterious and extremely fragile, and if you are not careful, it will disappear. Therefore, divine consciousness has become a mysterious spokesperson in the Fengyun Continent.

What's even more troublesome is that once the consciousness is injured, its repair is not a matter of one or two months, it is a long process, and the repair speed is infinitely slow. Because it's purely self-healing, the injured person can only wait.

Generally speaking, an injury to the divine consciousness means the end of the path of martial arts. Because the injured person wants to repair his consciousness, I don't know which monkey year it is, and all the good time has been wasted.

Therefore, when everyone perceived that this level was an attack on the divine sense, their faces were all pale, and their faces were as dead as ashes.

In the first two levels, I dared to gamble, but this level didn't even have the basic conditions for gambling, because I didn't dare to hurt my divine consciousness at all.

If you want to break through, the only way to "put it to death and live later", this truth, everyone understands, and no one who can rush here is talented. But the question is to solve the problem of "how to live" after "putting it to death", and the question of how to give birth is precisely the problem that they cannot solve. Manpower is sometimes poor, and it is appropriate to describe their current mood.

And staying where you are also won't solve the problem, and there is a talisman behind you. If it's slow, the amulet will kill people. Therefore, everyone can only bite the bullet and go up and take one step at a time. And the heart is uneasy, just like fifteen buckets of water, seven up and eight down.

At this time, Feng Ming did not look like other people who were mourning, there was no sadness or joy, and his heart was very peaceful.

There is no other reason, he has to pass this level very easily, and he still holds a thing against the sky in his hand - the flower of the other side. This thing works wonders for preventing the Divine Consciousness from attacking and repairing the Divine Consciousness. However, repairing the divine consciousness is only effective for him, and when others use it, the flower of the other side does not even react, but as long as he is in the flower of the other side, no matter who it is, he can avoid the attack of the divine sense. Therefore, Feng Ming is not worried about the lives of his other brothers and sisters, if it is really a last resort, he can only cheat and send everyone up with the flowers of the other side.

Feng Ming told Lin Feng what he thought in his heart, and asked Lin Feng to tell the others, especially telling Lin Feng to warn others not to forcibly rush through the level, and to temper their divine sense according to their ability, so as not to leave behind lifelong regrets.

Subsequently, Feng Ming went up on his own, Feng Ming's divine sense is incomparable to others, although when others broke into the Martial Emperor, they got a gift from heaven, and their divine consciousness turned into a divine sea, but compared with Feng Ming's divine sea, it is a small thing.

The word "sea" in Shenhai is just a good name, and it gives a good wish, hoping that in the future, the space of divine consciousness will be as vast as that sea. When you first enter the Divine Sea, the divine atomization liquid is just a pool of stagnant water, but don't underestimate this stagnant water, it can be said to be a world of difference compared to the misty divine consciousness of the Martial King, and the two are not on the same level at all.

One consciousness is in the form of a mist, and the other is a fog that turns into liquid, and the "fog" and "liquid" are absolutely not comparable. The Martial King broke into the Martial Emperor. The Divine Atomization Liquid is one of the important symbols, which is one of the reasons why the strength of the two is far apart.

When I first entered the Shenhai, my divine sense was already able to see things outward, up to a range of ten miles, with grass and trees, fluttering and falling leaves, all of which were clear and clear at a glance. However, the consumption of the divine consciousness is still quite large, and the recovery is like a snail crawling. Therefore, under normal circumstances, a martial artist will not release his divine consciousness at will.

The Martial Emperor who first entered the Divine Sea, the Divine Liquid was compared to a pool of stagnant water, and the Divine Sea of Feng Ming was a pond of water; when he first entered the Divine Sea, the scope of the Divine Consciousness was ten miles, and the Divine Consciousness of Feng Ming had reached a range of thousands of miles, and the difference between the two sides was a hundred times.

When Feng Ming reached the 8,500 steps, he began to feel pressured, while the rest of the people didn't dare to rush forward anymore when they reached the 7,500 steps, and they all chose to sit down and adapt to the divine sense attack.

The two sides have opened a thousand steps, not that the gap between them will be so big, but one side has no scruples to rampage, and the other side is jealous and cautious, so the number of steps that have been pulled apart by the two sides is so huge.

After Feng Mingpan sat down, he felt as if there were countless extremely sharp invisible daggers in the Divine Sea, stabbing around, or cutting vertically and horizontally, as if they were about to stir up the Divine Sea. The pain came over and on. This pain is slightly different from the pain caused by physical trauma, which comes from the mind, from the depths of the heart, and the pain is deep in the heart.

The most fragile in the body of a warrior is the divine sense, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as fragile as tofu. Now, thousands of daggers are turning over the river and the sea in the sea of gods, and the pain can be imagined. Sweat rolled down Feng Ming's cheeks on his face, and Feng Ming only "hummed" twice, and then never hummed again. Feng Ming had experienced too much pain, and he had already trained his nerves to numbness.

Whether a person howls out of small pain and great pain can tell whether a person is tenacious, but if the pain has made people worse than death, and the pain is not alive, it is not appropriate to use whether or not to howl to measure whether a person is tenacious. Because howling at this time is not a sign of cowardice, but a means of self-anesthesia. In this case, you can still endure it, either you are not a human being, or you are dead. At this time, it is to see if you can maintain a wisp of clarity, which is a miracle, and it can create miracles.

Feng Ming only snorted twice in the face of the pain that was worse than death, which had proved that his ability to withstand pain had reached an unimaginable level, and for this alone, he had already created a miracle.