"Roar—"

Hiding among the leafy branches, Lin Yuming looked at the scene below where the wild wolves pounced and killed each other, but there was no trace of blood, and the initial surprise in his eyes gradually turned into a smile. He didn't expect that the spiritual impact that was just unleashed by the previous inspiration would have such a great effect.

Just when the previous few wild wolves couldn't find the murderer because of the inexplicable tragic death of their companions, and began to be irritable, Lin Yuming launched an ordinary version of the mental impact on one of the two wild wolves arguing and roaring with each other, such a mental impact was not enough to kill, the wild wolf was confused at the time, and gradually fell into a violent mood, mistakenly thinking that his companion was attacking him, and suddenly became furious, launched a counterattack, and disemboweled his companion with a blow, and died tragically under his claws.

After that, the wild wolf pack began to riot, some sober wild wolves launched an attack on the wild wolf who was the first to do it, and some wild wolves who were also in a frenzy began to attack their companions around them, and the scene gradually fell into chaos, and some strong wild wolves who looked like leaders wanted to control the situation, but they couldn't do anything after all.

More than fifty wild wolves began a full-scale fight like this, and the culprit hiding in the tree, Lin Yuming, looked at the scene he had caused, slowly closed his eyes, and continued to recover his spiritual power, thinking about what the scene he was about to face would be after that.

Under the rendering of the roar of the wild wolf, the bloody fight was slowly going on, and some wild wolves stared at a pair of blood-red eyes, mercilessly waving their claws and biting at their companions, regardless of the obstruction of some sober companions beside them, as if they had not noticed the pain, until they tore their prey to death and turned into a little gray light.

But these wild wolves that fell into a rage were still only a small part of the wolf pack, and their numbers were gradually decreasing under the cooperative siege of their sober companions, Lin Yuming gradually discovered some special individuals in the wolf pack under the induction of spiritual detection, that is, some leaders who were slightly stronger than ordinary wild wolves, they stood behind their companions and roared continuously, as if they were commanding their opponents.

One, two, three......

There were only three, Lin Yuming thought silently in his heart, carefully experiencing the spiritual power in his body that was slowly recovering, and when the spiritual power had recovered enough to be able to launch an enhanced version of the spiritual impact, the sound of the incantation sounded from Lin Yuming's mouth without hesitation, and after a while, the soul crystal staff waved, pointing directly at one of the three wolf leaders.

"Whew-"

There was no unexpected situation, the leader of the wild wolf fell down with a scream, turned into a little gray light, and disappeared into the air, and a group of wild wolves led by it suddenly began to panic, and some wild wolves who were already attacking their companions in a frenzy took advantage of the momentum to attack, and scattered the leaderless wild wolf pack.

Fighting, devouring, some of the originally awake wolves watched their companions fall one by one, and their sober consciousness gradually began to become irritable, and their eyes gradually covered with a layer of blood red, and began to attack their companions beside them, the scene looked more and more uncontrollable, and the remaining two wolf leaders howled anxiously, trying to calm the chaos of the wild wolf pack.

"Roar—"

There was another miserable howl, and the leader of a wild wolf fell again inexplicably, at this time there were not many wild wolves who could notice the situation of the leader behind him, and the companions around him became furious one by one, and they could attack themselves at any time, and the destruction of this group of wild wolves had become irreparable.

......

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yuming looked at the open space under the tree, the chaotic wolf pack had shrunk to a battle between more than ten wild wolves, and the last wild wolf leader on the periphery was staggering down, in the angry and unwilling howl, his eyes finally shot towards the side of the big tree, and seemed to have sensed Lin Yuming's existence, and he had a deep resentment towards this culprit who disturbed his race, and gradually turned into a gray point of light.

"Don't blame me, it's just an imaginary cultivation, why do you have to do it so realistically......" Looking at the resentful eyes of the wolf leader, Lin Yuming's whole body trembled, and the glimpse before death seemed to remain in his heart forever, which made Lin Yuming palpitate and sigh.

The fight between the wild wolves gradually subsided, and the last two remaining wild wolves held each other against each other, covered with all kinds of scars and scars, but there was not a trace of blood flowing down, and the oppressive atmosphere was filled with an extremely strange feeling, and the sound of thin gasps spread between the two wild wolves.

Roar -

A howl of despair, madness, and madness finally shattered the peace in front of him, and one of the wolves could not hold back the anger, and suddenly pounced on the last wolf in front of him, perhaps a companion, or an enemy, because the scars on his body were so many that it was terrible, causing its pounce to appear trembling, not very fierce, but with a tragic aura.

The other wolf was in a similar condition, his scarred body seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment, raising one of its front paws to try to fend off the fierce pounce of the same kind.

A little gray light rose, and the last victorious wolf collapsed to the ground, weak, a pair of blood-red eyes gradually returned to normal, and the body covered in scaly wounds trembled slightly, as if it had no strength left to lick its wounds, if nothing else happened, it would have been starved to death here, or the wounds would rot, and finally die.

Suddenly, the wolf's whole body suddenly became agitated, as if he felt something, a pair of half-closed eyes looked to the side, under a large tree with lush foliage, as if a human figure gradually came to its side, a faint sigh sounded, and a cold pain came from the neck.

......

Looking at the corpse of the wild wolf that gradually turned into a gray point of light under his feet, Lin Yuming's hand holding the short sword trembled slightly, the tragedy of the previous fifty or sixty wild wolves killing each other had been deeply reflected in his mind, although there was not too much blood, but the tragic aura still made Lin Yuming, who had not seen much life and death fighting, tremble.

Without giving Lin Yuming much time to think, the huge spiritual energy surged up again, the feeling of dizziness came again, and between the changes in the scene, Lin Yuming was once again sent to a strange imaginary space......

Lin Yuming didn't know how long it had been, how many imaginary cultivations had passed, Lin Yuming only knew that his strength was growing with his imaginary cultivation, and at this time he had already come to a bottleneck, and between the waves of his palms, a layer of faint gray spiritual power would appear on the surface of his palms, and as long as he made a slight breakthrough, he would be able to step into the realm of the spirit controller.

In the other three hypothetical cultivation rooms, Huang Hao, Nie Bingbing, and Mo Han also sat cross-legged on the futon in the cultivation room, closing their eyes and meditating, Huang Hao and Mo Han had serious eyes, as if they had encountered some huge enemy, while Nie Bingbing was slightly relaxed.

In the next moment, what the three of them didn't know was that they opened their eyes almost at the same time, and they all seemed to whisper a sentence in their mouths: "It's like this, it can be like this......"

......

In the hall, Yang Zheng clasped his hands on his chest, leaned on the side of the crystal pillar, looked at the four silver-white doors, and could not see the expression on his face, and sometimes looked at the white ball of light on the crystal pillar, at this time the ball of light has been countless times smaller than when everyone in the seventh squad saw it for the first time, the original head size of the ball of light is now only the size of a fist, and every time Yang Zheng sees the ball of light, the expressionless look on his face will reveal a trace of worry, at this time he has understood the meaning of the soft ball of light, that is, it led to the Chuanya periodThe reason why the 'machine' was spurned by the gods was that it was necessary to activate the machine - energy.

Imagine that after the cultivation room was activated, this ball of light would flow all the time, and the feeling that this ball of light gave Yang Zheng seemed to be similar to the existence of spiritual power, but he was sure that this was not spiritual power, its thickness was more than one realm higher than spiritual power, and a cloud of energy the size of a head could be worth several times the amount of spiritual power.

However, such a huge amount of energy, after the activation of the imaginary cultivation room, the consumption rate is still so fast, Ling Yang Zheng has to sigh, no wonder the gods will spit on this 'mechanical' civilization, if these energy sources are extracted from nature, then it will not be long before the entire world will gradually be destroyed because of the development of the 'mechanical' civilization.

At this time, two days and two nights had passed, during which Yang Zheng had also conducted some research from the large 'mechanical' system that he had gone to not far from the hall, and after returning in vain, he continued to wait, focusing on cultivation, occasionally waking up to see the consumption of the energy light ball on the four gates and the crystal pillar.

Smack.

With a slight click, one of the four silver-white doors slowly opened, and a pretty figure gradually appeared from behind the door, Nie Bingbing stroked his long silver-white hair, the blue light in his eyes flowed, and he swept the situation in the hall, and saw that only Yang Zheng was leaning against the crystal pillar, and said with a cheer: "I was really the first to come out, haha." ”

Yang Zheng looked at the silver-white gate as soon as the sound sounded, and when he saw Nie Bingbing coming out, he didn't say anything to hit her, and asked, "How is the situation inside?"

Nie Bingbing listened to Yang Zheng's inquiry, put away his smug expression, and said: "It's very peculiar, this imaginary cultivation room invented by the Chuanya people is very special, although I feel that the increase in the spiritual power in my body is only one order, but it is more of an increase in combat experience, by the way, Captain Yang, how long has it been since we entered the imaginary cultivation room?"

When Yang Zheng heard Nie Bingbing say that his spiritual power had increased by a full order, a trace of surprise had already appeared on his face, looking at Nie Bingbing's confused expression, wondering why Nie Bingbing, as a spirit master, couldn't even grasp the most basic things like time, and replied, "It's only passed...... Two days. ”

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