Chapter 160: 1 Point
"Xia, stand aside. Didn't I tell you not to interfere no matter what happens?!"
"But Brother Yan, is it really what this old man said? Do you really want to make such a big sacrifice for me? This is too dangerous, I won't let you do it!" Shia shook her head repeatedly, with a look on her face With a horrified look on their faces, several people said in horror.
"Xia, please stand aside quickly. The training is about to begin." Yan Shaofeng said this without any doubt, and then said to King Ming: "Master, come quickly, I can hold on, you Let's start practicing. If I can't bear this little pain, how can I continue on the path of cultivation in the future?"
After listening to Yan Shaofeng's words, King Ming's old face showed a happy smile, and he said coldly to Xia: "Little girl, don't blame me for not reminding you. When I started to practice, if you try to come out to disrupt the situation, you Brother Yan will probably disappear into ashes and I will never see you again, so you'd better carry me with you honestly and don't even make a sound."
After King Ming finished speaking, he didn't even wait for Shia's answer. He suddenly opened his right hand and swung at the heaven-defying magic bracelet. A layer of red plane appeared on the surface of the magic bracelet, which looked like it from top to bottom. It looked like a round table. King Ming grabbed Yan Shaofeng's green Yuanshen light ball with his hand and threw it on the surface of the round table.
"The training begins!"
After King Ming shouted loudly, the black giant hammer in the sky suddenly hit Yan Shaofeng's soul light ball. In just one blow, the light ball was beaten into a pancake. Yan Shaofeng's screams suddenly It broke out, and Shia was so frightened that she cried out, "Brother Yan!"
"Shut up! I told you not to talk." After King Ming scolded him loudly, he ignored Shia's reaction and continued to cast mana-changing hand seals and recite incantations at the hammer. The hammer suddenly seemed to have turned into a kowtow machine. , Gang Fu, whose whole body exuded dark black gray, kept hitting Yan Shaofeng's soul.
Yan Shaofeng's soul had to withstand nearly ten blows weighing ten thousand kilograms every second. The entire ball of light turned into a pancake for a while, then turned back into a ball of light, then turned into an ellipse again, and then again. It was dented again... Yan Shaofeng's screams came one after another, and the sounds continued to come out of the ball of light, like a ghost in a frying pan, and the pain could not be increased.
"You have to try to forget the pain. Otherwise, you won't be able to persist until you finish playing a million times. Unfortunately, I could have used the secret 'Prajna Golden Pill' to help you strengthen your soul and enable you to reach the first level." After reaching the seventh level, the soul becomes even more powerful, but my 'Prajna Golden Elixir' has been used up, which is really distressing." King Ming suddenly said two words that sounded like nonsense to Yan Shaofeng.
"Forget the pain, how is that possible?!"
"It's possible! Your soul is so powerful, and you have understood many changes in profound energy and spirit over the past few days. You can completely use your spiritual power to obliterate pain. If there is no mental pain, the physical pain will naturally disappear. , your soul is being beaten now, it’s just a feeling. You have to try to forget this feeling and let yourself sink into a state of meditation. Only in this way can you persist through a million times of tempering. Refining strikes."
"The soul is nothingness, the spirit controls all things, the mind is calm and I forget about things, and I get rid of suffering and find happiness..." King Ming's words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing through many obstacles in Yan Shaofeng's heart. Suddenly, he touched I came to a hint of spiritual change, and it reminded me of the introductory secret of Jingtianmen's "Spiritual Method".
"I endure, I endure, I endure!" Yan Shaofeng's soul roared fiercely, enduring the endless blows of the hammer. The painful mental power in his mind was like the water in a sponge. , he was squeezed out bit by bit, and he felt that the pain he was suffering was getting smaller and smaller...
"Ding-ding-dang-dang, ding-ding-dang-dang!" Sparks kept rising from the heaven-defying magic bracelet, and the hammer hit the green ball of light fiercely, just like a powerful blacksmith exerting all his strength and never stopping. He struck a piece of pig iron that was red-hot in the furnace. However, where in the world is there such a long-lasting blacksmith?
One time, two times, eight times, ten times...a thousand times, ten thousand times...a day and a night...five days and five nights...
The green ball of light was shot everywhere by the sparks struck by the hammer, but no matter where it was ejected, it would be beaten back by the hammer, as if there was a tracker on the hammer. Gradually, the yellow ball changed from a light yellow to a light red, orange, and then to a deep red...
It felt like the green ball of light had been 'ripened', or like the water temperature was too high when taking a hot bath, causing the skin to shed. And Yan Shaofeng has gone from the initial pain to a kind of dream-like pain. The pain seems to be there and not there, looming. If you say it is there, it will be there. If you say it is not there, it will not be there. Basically, it can be can be ignored.
At the same time, Yan Shaofeng felt that his soul was like a ball of fermented flour, becoming more and more resilient, stronger and more elastic under the constant hammer blows. For example, although the previous spiritual consciousness radiated over a wide area, it was like a light cloud with no mass. But now, after experiencing a blow like a hundred steel-making, it has become as heavy as mercury. Get up faster, more agile, and more weird.
Another astonishing change was the strange little ball in his head. When Yan Shaofeng had just endured repeated blows, the little ball was in the same pain as Yan Shaofeng. He grinned and screamed repeatedly after being hit by the hammer. But when Yan Shaofeng successfully drove away the pain and withstood the blow for half a month, the ball became more and more energetic. Every time the hammer came down, the ball would be flattened once, and then like It bounced up like rubber, then was flattened, and then bounced up again... With repeated efforts, the more frustrated it became, the braver it became, and the evil smile on his face became stronger and stronger.
"I feel that Brother Yan's 'spiritual power' is getting stronger day by day, and his progress is very rapid. What's going on?!" These days, Xia has been protecting Yan Shaofeng's side, and has witnessed Yan Shaofeng's Shaofeng had cried dozens of times because of the pain he had experienced that even an immortal could not bear, when this sentence suddenly came out.
“Bang bang bang!
In Xia's opinion, Yan Shaofeng's soul is like a heart that is getting stronger and stronger, beating more and more powerfully. Strong, full and mysterious spiritual power is flowing in every beat. It is strengthened, forming circular ripples, expanding and expanding infinitely around.
"Although his spiritual consciousness is constantly increasing and has far surpassed that of ordinary ninth-level acquired monks, his profound energy has not yet broken through. However, the enhancement of his spiritual consciousness is not enough to allow him to upgrade rapidly, unless his The soul can be more powerful, so powerful that it ignores the body and profound energy, but in that case, it is very likely that his consciousness, oh, that is what you call spiritual power, will surpass the acquired ninth level and reach the acquired tenth level. However, I still have something missing. Without such a thing, it is impossible for him to reach such a high level of strength!" King Ming scratched his head and jumped anxiously. The meaning of his words was already very clear. Yan Shaofeng's The upgrade is likely to fail, which means that Yan Shaofeng's suffering will all be in vain.