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Chapter 221 Evil Mén

Chapter 221 Evil Mén

Thinking of the Sea Wolf King and his wife, Gong Huaiming remembered the hundreds of sea wolves that were still hibernating in the Dharma, as long as he wanted, he could release these creatures that did not belong to Xinye Star at any time to create a new species in Xinye Star. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gong Huaiming also remembered at this time that there was another demon beast in the Gang Fa Xiang, that is, the silver-backed hideous. Ever since he snatched this demon beast from under his wise nose, he has been throwing it in the Dharma, and he doesn't know what happened to the silver-backed beast.

Gong Huaiming pinched the spirit trick in his hand, and the space stored in the silver-backed monster appeared in front of him, just like the sea wolves stored in this space, it also fell into a long hibernation, and for a while, he couldn't see what its situation was. The place he was in now was too strange for him to dispose of the silverback without figuring out whether it was safe or not.

Gong Huaiming closed his eyes and felt that the concentration of heaven and earth aura in this mountain where he was located seemed to be no different from the outside. In the mountains, there is no sound except the murmuring of running water, and it is dull and uncomfortable.

Gong Huaiming used the water control technique, his fingers pointed towards the xiǎo stream a few steps away, and a spiritual trick hit the stream, normally speaking, at this time, there should be a stream flying out of the xiǎo stream, under his control, but the fact is just the opposite, the stream does not have the slightest movement, how to flow, how to flow, Gong Huaiming's water control technique actually failed.

Gong Huaiming also thought that the spirit trick he played was wrong, and he played another water control spirit trick again, but this time there was no difference from the last time, and there was no movement in the stream.

After trying many times in a row, Gong Huaiming had to admit a fact in frustration, in this mountain, water-related spells such as water control techniques and water condensation into ice techniques had no effect on the xiǎo stream in front of him.

Gong Huaiming walked to the Xiǎo stream, squatted down, stretched out his hands, and picked up some stream water. As soon as the stream left Xiǎo Creek, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cloud of white mist, which rose up and merged into the white cloud and mist in the sky.

The scene in front of him was so weird that Gong Huaiming only felt a little frightened. The first thing he thought of was to find a way to get out of here, but he also thought that even the Eyelid Ring Knife was helpless here, and if he wanted to leave, how easy was it?

Gong Huaiming left an easily recognizable mark on the spot, and then let the Eyelid Ring Knife surround his body, holding a few of the best Xuanbing shield talismans in his hand, he chose a random direction, and searched the past in a heartfelt direction.

After walking for half an hour, Gong Huaiming didn't find any valuable clues, no matter where he went, it was a narrow mountain, the ground of the mountain was a flowing Xiǎo stream, and the sky above the mountain was a white mist that hovered and refused to disperse.

Suddenly, in front of the mountain, there was a bright light. Gong Huaiming hurriedly quickened his pace and walked over, his eyes suddenly felt enlightened, here is a huge mountain, the top of the mountain and the ground are about three zhang apart, and the radius is four or five hundred zhang. In the middle of the mountain is a large open area, very flat, and the ground is paved with pebbles.

At the edge of this clearing are three xiǎo streams that flow in a staggered manner, which together form a triangle, and the xiǎo streams meet at the three corners of the triangle and flow along the direction of the three sides of the triangle.

Gong Huaiming checked in this mountain, but found nothing. The only thing that surprised him was the pebbles, all of which were so hard that even with the Jairus Ring Knife, he could barely cut off one piece of the pebbles, and it was basically impossible to cut them in half with one knife.

Gong Huaiming continued to search in the direction of the flow of the xiǎo stream, and he found many similar empty mountains one after another, their situations are very similar, a large number of pebbles, surrounding the mountains and flowing quietly, to say the difference, is that the area of these empty mountains is large and the pattern composed of xiǎo and xiǎo stream jiāo forks is also different, there are triangles, semicircles, and rectangles, and there is no fixed form.

After several days of turning, Gong Huaiming reluctantly explored the huge mountain hidden deep under the Baoxiao Forest, but found nothing. There was no living creature in it except that he could breathe. Those xiǎo streams come from nowhere, and where they flow, as if they are self-contained, and as if they are closely connected with something.

Although this conclusion made Gong Huaiming very helpless, it also made him breathe a sigh of relief, this may be a Jedi, but it is also a very good place to cultivate. No one bothered, and the concentration of heaven and earth aura was not bad, with such two conditions, outside, there would definitely be countless people scrambling, but now that such a large piece of land, no one is competing with him, and it is completely used by Gong Huaiming alone.

Gong Huaiming decided not to rush out first, but to cultivate here first, as long as the cultivation level went up, he could exert greater power of the Jianhua Ring Sword, and maybe he would be able to break through the white clouds above his head and leave here.

Gong Huaiming found a random place, sat down, turned his heart to the sky, adjusted his breathing, and began to cultivate. As soon as he picked up the "Fan Mén Jue", he felt that the atmosphere around him changed suddenly, and the pressure like a mountain was coming towards him from all directions, and it felt like countless mountains pressing towards him together, which made people crazy.

Gong Huaiming hurriedly stopped, he propped his hands on the ground, panting heavily, his whole body was wet, all of them were cold sweat. After a while, when he was almost recovered, he picked up the "Fan Mén Jue" again, and it was the same feeling as before, and it was the feeling of the mountain pressing on the top.

After trying several times in a row, it was the same every time, Gong Huaiming secretly said evil, he thought about it, changed places, and cultivated again. Bad luck still struck, and that dull pressure would be pressed as long as he cultivated the "Fan Mén Jue". Conversely, as soon as he stopped cultivating the Fan Mén Jue, that pressure would dissipate without a trace, as if it didn't exist at all.

Gong Huaiming returned several places in a row, and it was the same every time. He was extremely suspicious, couldn't he cultivate here at all? If that was the case, wouldn't he be trapped here forever, waiting for death?

Gong Huaiming did not give up, and began to frantically look for a suitable place to cultivate in this complex structure and huge scale.

A month later, when Gong Huaiming was exhausted and about to give up, he finally found a place where the pressure was not so great in the largest empty mountain. This mountain dong is a rectangular mountain dong, and the edge of the mountain dong is four jiāo staggered flowing xiǎo streams. The place enclosed by Xiǎo Creek is a flat clearing, and like other empty hills, it is also paved with cobblestones.

Gong Huaiming experimented many times on this clearing, and finally found that the center of this clearing was the place where the pressure was the highest, and when he cultivated, although the pressure was overwhelming, as long as he gritted his teeth and held on, he could barely endure it.

Gong Huaiming had no choice but to cultivate here. He sat down, entered the cultivation state again, and began to practice the "Fan Mén Jue". He felt like an ordinary person going deep into the sea, the huge water pressure was squeezing him from all directions, the blood flowing in his veins was almost about to spurt out of the máo hole, and it was like countless people hitting every inch of his skin at the same time, with the same hammer and the same force, at a very high frequency, the feeling was very uncomfortable, and he wanted to die.

Gong Huaiming gritted his teeth and endured

If he gives up at this time, he can only be trapped here forever, if he can survive this level, he may be able to improve his cultivation realm, and in this way, there is the possibility of leaving here.

can't bear it, there is only one way to die, forbearance, and the hope of leaving this place, how to choose, Gong Huaiming is clear.

With such heavy external pressure, Gong Huaiming began a half-year penance. At the beginning, when he was cultivating, he couldn't last long at all, at most he couldn't help it with a stick of incense, and he had to end his cultivation and take a breath. Every time he finished his cultivation, he felt like a needle prick all over his body, every bone, every inch of skin, every drop of blood, he was groaning, trembling, and howling......

Sometimes, Gong Huaiming can't wait to end his life here, so he will never have to suffer this crime, but when he thinks of the bright future after successful cultivation, and when he thinks that when he cultivates to the Yuan infant stage, he can become a strong man, and he can rush back to the Great Gong Dynasty to seek justice, he feels that the suffering he has suffered now is nothing.

Whether it is Zhang Min or Xiaoyao, they have all told Gong Huaiming that there are all kinds of risks on the road of cultivating the truth and learning the Tao, and hardship and tiredness are only the most basic and common difficulties.

Maybe it was Gong Huaiming's perseverance and perseverance that played a role, or maybe he gradually got used to the heavy pressure from the outside, and gradually, when he practiced "Fan Mén Jue", the heavy pressure from the outside no longer had any psychological pressure on him. He can cultivate calmly, but external pressure has become a promoter of his cultivation.

As long as you put in, there will always be a reward. When Gong Huaiming was able to calm down and cultivate, he found that the benefits he had obtained were extremely huge. Under the heavy pressure from the outside, his jing, qi, spirit, and body have been tempered and improved to a great extent, especially in qi, which has benefited a lot.

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