In the room, the dust on the ground is windless and automatic, and a strong sense of oppression sweeps through the room.

Zhao Zicheng, who was always on guard throughout the whole process, did not hesitate to aim at the middle-aged eyebrows and pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out.

But when it was only an inch away from the center of the middle-aged eyebrows, the bullet stopped in place out of thin air, no matter how it swirled, it was never able to break through the last line of defense.

And whether it was Yu Sheng, or Zhao Zicheng, he didn't feel any energy or law fluctuations during this period.

That middle-aged age is still mediocre!

"For the rest of your life, will you retreat?"

Seeing that the bullet could not penetrate the middle-aged, Zhao Zicheng put away the sniper rifle, looked at the back of Yu Sheng and shouted.

Yu Sheng still didn't make a move, just calmly carried the hammer and looked at the middle-aged.

On the hammer, the six hedrons faintly emitted a faint light.

"Wait."

Yu Sheng spoke softly, arching his body slightly.

Time passed minute by minute, and the middle-aged man was gently hooked from the initial eyelids to the fingers, and the rest of his life, which was close at hand, seemed to have heard the sound of blood flowing in the middle-aged body.

The sound was so loud that it was like a river surging.

Subsequently...

It's the heart.

Every time the middle-aged heart beats, it is like an earth-shattering drum, and just listening to this sound for the rest of his life, he feels that the energy in his body is constantly surging, and his breath is unstable.

"For the rest of your life, retreat!"

Zhao Zicheng's face was flushed, the sniper rifle was on the ground, as a support point, holding on to prevent himself from falling, gritting his teeth and looking at Yu Sheng.

The rest of his life had bloodshot in his eyes, but his eyes were still staring at the middle-aged, as if he was judging and analyzing something.

"You retreat first!"

Due to the proximity of the distance, the feeling of oppression that Yu Sheng suffered at this time was the strongest, and he took a deep breath, barely suppressed his disordered breath, and spoke.

"I... Can... to..."

Zhao Zicheng shook his head hard, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"Retreat!"

"Look at the door, there's too much movement here!"

Yu Sheng spoke again, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Zhao Zicheng was silent, and finally took a few steps back in embarrassment and walked out of the room.

The moment I walked out of the room, the feeling of oppression disappeared suddenly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the rest of his life still struggling in the room, gritted his teeth, turned around, and stood guard at the door, staring into the distance.

"In just half a minute, the strength of my physical body seems to be... It's gotten taller..."

"Even the energy in the body has become more refined..."

After the pressure disappeared, Zhao Zicheng finally paid attention to the situation in his body, thoughtfully, looked at the building where the demon clan invaded in the distance, and found that they were not attracted by this side at all, so he went in again, and closed the door.

Yu Sheng noticed that Zhao Zicheng was going and returning, and he was a little puzzled, and tried to turn his head and look at him.

But Zhao Zicheng no longer had the strength to speak, so he just reluctantly used a sniper rifle as a crutch, step by step, constantly approaching this middle-aged man, and striving to make himself suffer more oppression.

For the rest of his life, if he realized, he no longer cared about Zhao Zicheng, but stared at the middle-aged.

Time keeps ticking.

That invisible pressure in the room is getting bigger and bigger.

When Zhao Zicheng was still ten meters away from middle age, he could no longer approach half a step, and the rest of his life became stronger and stronger as the breath of middle age became stronger and stronger, and he retreated one meter backwards to maintain about four meters.

Faintly, it seems that the breathing of the middle-aged man can already be heard.

He...

It's only one step away from waking up.

Whether it is Zhao Zicheng or the rest of his life, he no longer has the strength to speak, and the energy in his body is constantly compressed, purified, and compressed.

The blood flow rate increased, and the strength of the flesh continued to surge, as if someone had picked up a hammer and forged them as weapons.

It can be said that every second, they are making themselves stronger!

Even Zhao Zicheng already had an illusion, and after he went out, he beat Mu Yu.

Of course, whether this delusion will become a reality is up for debate.

The middle-aged heartbeat became more and more rapid, as if a song had reached its climax, the drum beat became more and more intensive, and the physical tempering effect was doubled again at this time!

Zhao Zicheng couldn't bear it at first, his skin cracked, and blood beads appeared in his pores.

Yu Sheng looked slightly better, but his face was just as pale.

"I... Top... No... Stayed..."

"First..."

"Retreat..."

Zhao Zicheng suddenly unloaded his strength, flew out upside down, and landed on the ground outside the door, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist.

He raised his head vigilantly and looked around, but the figure of the demon clan never appeared, but the building in the distance burst out with a strong demonic aura.

Zhao Zicheng gasped heavily, barely got up from the ground, took out a pill from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and sat cross-legged at the door, combing his own energy, letting it continue to wash in his body like a surging river.

"According to this progress, the energy of the promotion of the six senses will be replenished soon."

"The only thing missing is the perception of the rules."

"As long as I touch the power of the rules, the six senses... In a matter of moments, you're ready to step inside. ”

Zhao Zicheng's eyes lit up suddenly, and when he looked back at the room, he was always sitting on a chair, and his eyes were closed when he was middle-aged, his eyes were already full of shock.

What kind of existence is this guy?

Just that sense of oppression can make your strength soar.

This is something that the Nine Senses of the Terran Race cannot do.

In other words, the Nine Senses of the Terran Race may not be weaker than him, and even in terms of combat, the diversity will be stronger, but the most basic cultivation system itself is completely different.

At least when Jiujue's energy is exhausted, or he is approached by middle-aged people, then for Jiujue, I am afraid that he will suffer from his life.

Of course, if the energy of the Nine Senses wants to be exhausted, this is an extremely difficult thing in itself.

The second-generation ancestor of the human race back then, one person and one sword guarded the city gate, and after fighting for an unknown amount of time, the energy was not exhausted, and finally he just died of exhaustion.

Which is stronger and which is weak, it is up to the benevolent to see the benevolent and the wise to see the wise.

But in general, this kind of physical warrior who pulls the physical quality to the limit may be able to exert greater power on the battlefield.

Don't...

Is this the kind of cultivation method that Yu Mo is looking for?

But if you start cultivating now, will it be too late?