This gate is naturally just an illusory gate, and it is impossible to detect it with the naked eye, and it can only be detected through the mind.

But it's bigger than any real gate!

As high as dozens of zhang in size, Tang Feng stood in front of it as small as an ant, and countless esoteric patterns and words flowed around the door, and a sense of vicissitudes of life came to his face, which made people breathless.

Looking back, there was a long corridor behind him, connected to an exit, which was where his mental power broke in.

It seems that he must open this door before he can explore the mystery of the divine soldier.

But after all, this is not a real door, it is impossible to smash it open with something, and this door is so huge, even if it is really smashed, it may not be able to smash it open.

Standing outside the door, Tang Feng stared at it, trying to find some clues from the patterns and words on the door, he observed very carefully, and did not let go of any corner, but what disappointed him was that these patterns and words were so mysterious that they could not be understood at all, let alone find any secrets.

I don't know how long it took before Tang Feng sighed and gave up the idea.

Since it's too soft, it can only be hard. This gate must be the result of a magical power, and if you want to defeat this power, you only need to have a stronger force.

What Tang Feng can rely on now is only the power of his own mind.

To put it bluntly, the power of the mind is the power contained in a person's spirit, which is an invisible and qualitative power. Why are those masters often just a glance, can make some people with low strength vomit blood, be seriously injured or even directly killed? That is because of the power of the mind, the power of the mind of the masters is strong enough, and through the power of the mind, it interferes with the breath of others, ** and even life.

It's a suspenseful thing, but it's real. Murderous aura can also be regarded as an extension of the power of the mind, a kind of mind power that ignores life.

The power of the mind is powerful, and the benefits that can be brought to cultivators are innumerable, allowing cultivators to avoid interference from the outside world on themselves, break through their own bottlenecks faster, and be strong to a certain extent, without even worrying about whether they will go mad.

And to exercise the power of the mind, only through the accumulation of time, the improvement of experience and through various tribulations.

Tang Feng is now just a mere Yellow Rank top-grade, and although his mental power is stronger than that of cultivators of the same level, it is not much stronger.

But things have come to this point, and Tang Feng is really reluctant to give up on him, so he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he should give it a try.

Staring at the gate, Tang Feng gritted his teeth and slammed into the door with all his mental strength.

"Boom!", Tang Feng even felt that his eyes were black, and a pain from the depths of his soul came over in an instant, this pain was unbearable at all, and it hurt to the extreme. The power of the mind that broke in almost collapsed and returned to the main body, Tang Feng endured it for a while, and finally calmed down.

At the same time as Tang Feng's mind collided, the huge gate that seemed to be impregnable actually shook violently.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Tang Feng still had palpitations for a while. To use the power of one's mind to hit the giant gate, it is simply to risk one's life, once the power of the mind is damaged, this is not a year and a half of cultivation can be cultivated, at best, Tang Feng may become a fool and idiot in the future, at worst, from now on he will no longer have any consciousness, although the person is still alive, but he can't do anything, he is a living dead.

But this giant gate actually shook just now, which was really unexpected by Tang Feng, and it also made him see a glimmer of hope, which was finally a good thing.

Giving up halfway is not Tang Feng's style, through the impact just now, Tang Feng can also know that as long as he carefully controls his mind, there should be no big problem when he hits, as long as he can survive the unbearable pain, if he can't survive, then it will be a real disaster. But Tang Feng has confidence in himself, this is not arrogance, but self-confidence.

After resting for a while, and after the pain in the depths of his soul disappeared, Tang Feng slammed into the giant gate again.

Still the same as just now, a tidal wave of pain hit quickly, and the giant gate shook violently.

This kind of pain is not ten times more severe than the pain of refining the body last time! Only the strongest willpower can endure this inhuman torture.

After a while, Tang Feng hit it again.

In this mysterious space, he continued to do this seemingly self-harming behavior, again and again, and the cycle continued! Tang Feng didn't know how many times he had hit, he was in no mood to count at all, every time as soon as the pain disappeared, he would definitely hit it again, without any hesitation.

Gradually, Tang Feng found that when he hit the giant door again, although it was still very painful, it was much better than at the beginning. The pain has decreased, the rest time has become shorter, and the shaking of the giant door has increased.

This is naturally not because he has been numb, but because in the endless impact again and again, his mental strength has gradually become stronger.

I didn't expect to get this kind of benefit here, Tang Feng couldn't help but be a little happy.

The cultivation of the power of the mind is not something that can be decided by human beings at all, and not to mention, no one dares to be so bold and reckless to use the power of the mind to do this kind of thing.

Tang Feng did it, so his mental power became stronger. Among them, courage accounts for three points, means accounts for three points, and luck accounts for four points.

In the end, Tang Feng only needed to rest for a few moments before he could hit again. And the giant gate also looks weaker and weaker, and the amplitude of each shaking is getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, after Tang Feng hit three times in a row, the giant gate slammed to the ground and was slowly knocked open from the outside to the inside. The mysterious patterns on the door flowed rapidly, gathered together, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hahahaha!" Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud, but in this space, only his own mind existed, and no sound came out at all.

After such a long time, I finally killed this huge gate that stood in the way.

A moment after the giant door opened, Tang Feng followed suit.

It was snow-white and empty, and to Tang Feng's surprise, there was nothing. There is no ground, no space, no end, it seems very strange.

After wandering around the space for a while, I looked back at the giant door, which had become smaller than the eye of a needle.

Could it be that there was nothing in this place in the first place? Knocking on the door is considered to be recognized by the divine soldier? Tang Feng couldn't help but guess like this.

But if that's the case, why is there such a strange space here? If the divine soldier has already recognized the master, it is impossible for him not to feel it at all.

Now this situation is strange and bizarre everywhere, and being in this kind of space really makes Tang Feng shudder.

After wandering for a long while, Tang Feng still didn't find anything. Going further, Tang Feng didn't dare to go, if his mind was lost in this space, it would be too much to do.

Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly heard a faint voice.

Tang Feng couldn't help but be stunned, and rushed towards the place where the voice came from. The speed of the mind is extremely fast, it is just an intangible and qualitative thought, and the mind can act after a lifetime of thought. Even so, Tang Feng spent half a stick of incense before he slowly approached the sound.

The voice was very clear, it sounded like a woman's voice, mixed with bursts of whimpering, and this woman was definitely not too big, and the voice sounded more like a child's voice.

When a thin figure appeared in front of him, Tang Feng quickly stopped, gathered his mind, and slowly but vigilantly approached the figure.

The figure was definitely a child, and a little girl, crouching there, with her hands on her knees, whimpering and sobbing as if she had been wronged.

She was wearing a light green palace dress, and her long soft black hair ran down her back and fell to the ground, looking helpless and lonely.

When Tang Feng approached her for several feet, she suddenly stopped crying, raised her head and looked around suspiciously.

When she raised her head, Tang Feng couldn't help but inhale!

This little girl is actually even cuter than Tang Mengmeng, so cute that it is a little unreal, the two little girls are both born with pink carvings, which makes people can't help but want to knead it, but Tang Mengmeng is real, and she gives people an illusory and ethereal feeling.

In other words, a person like her should not appear in the world at all, but should appear in legends, and any flowery rhetoric in the world is not enough to describe her, and the words added to her are considered an insult to her!

She suppressed her sobs, her shoulders swayed from time to time, her eyes were full of tears, she stretched out a little baby fat hand, wiped her cheeks with grace, blinked her long eyelashes, and slowly stood up.

Her long hair is ankle-length, and although she doesn't look very old, she gives people a feeling of ice and jade.

Tang Feng's appearance made her vigilant, her mind was not an entity after all, so she didn't find anything, she just stood in place and slowly turned around a few times, and then slowly fixed her gaze on the location of Tang Feng's mind.

Only here did she feel different from other places, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at her, which made her frightened, panicked, and uneasy.

Her brows were furrowed, her face was a little pale, and she asked softly, "Is there anyone?"

The sound is very ethereal, especially in such an empty place, which is even more agile. is different from Tang Mengmeng's children's voice, her voice is more full of weakness and helplessness, which can quite provoke people's desire to protect.

(To be continued)