Chapter 192: The Spirit Power Coercion of 3 People (3)

Under this kind of pressure, Wang Feng felt that the absorption of his soul power had become much faster, and the muscle fibers of his body were repeatedly compressing and solidifying themselves.

At this time, when Wang Feng used his soul power, Mengshenji felt a little relieved.

Has he finally used his soul power?

However, after level 60, the increase in pressure at each level is far stronger than the previous level!

As the soul power goes to the back, the gap between the first level will get bigger and bigger!

Immediately afterwards, the Dream God Machine continued to increase the pressure of the spirit power, gradually increasing level by level.

Instead, he felt the most pressure.

Mengshenji couldn't imagine that at this moment, he was exerting spirit power coercion on a thirty-fourth-level spirit master...

until the sixty-fourth level.

Wang Feng's complexion changed slightly, and his whole body's spirit power was running wildly to resist this pressure, but the terrifying coercion of spirit power, like waves of tsunamis, hit him, stirring the space around him. In seconds, he seemed to have endured countless merciless slaps.

"Xuanming Armor!"

Wang Feng quietly released the Xuanming Armor and attached it to the surface of his upper body without anyone noticing.

Interestingly, Wang Feng found that under the pressure of this terrifying spirit power, the control of Xuanming Thorn seemed to have become more rapid!

When he was overjoyed, he shifted his attention. While letting his body automatically operate his soul power to resist, he controlled a trace of his soul power to perform subtle control of Xuanming Thorn.

One...two...fifty...sixty.

'Fuck, in this state, the control of the number of Xuanming thorns has increased, which is really obvious. No wonder Xiaosan's Eight Spider Lances can be perfectly controlled under such circumstances... After this trip, let's not say more than a hundred of them! ’

Wang Feng used the first three hundred sticks for almost five months, and the average of one hundred sticks a month for the next two months.

Now under the pressure of this soul power, it has simply increased dramatically!

Also, this control is undetectable.

It is like levator ani exercise, that is, tightening the chrysanthemum and exercising the anal sphincter.

you stand beside others,

Dozens of levator ani movements before you know it, and others won't notice it at all... Unless the other party opens a scanning perspective, you can clearly understand the movement of the muscles in your body.

The same is true for the three Soul Douluo of Mengshenji. Unless you can see through and see the flow of soul power in Wang Feng's body, you can see the Xuanming armor and Xuanming thorn.

In this way, Wang Feng quickly increased his control over the number of Xuanming thorns.

At this time, Wang Feng's spiritual consciousness was all controlling the subtle soul power, pouring into Xuanming Thorn to carry out micro-control.

Outside, one after another horror appeared on the faces of everyone.

"Little Feng, this kid... Doesn't he use martial spirit? He's almost reached the 67th rank of spirit power!"

Zhao Wuji looked at him in a cold sweat. He was level 67. Even if he was in Wang Feng's position, he would probably feel a little uncomfortable, and he had to use his martial spirit.

The Dream God Machine didn't dare to increase the power of the soul.

Because if he improves again, he will need to possess the spirit to ensure subtle control, otherwise, if he is not careful, the coercion of spirit power will be able to crush the opponent to death!

"Stop for now..."

Zhi Lin also saw that a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. There was no way. At this point, they really didn't know what the limit of this monster captain was.

If you press it further, what if something goes wrong?

However, at this moment, Wang Feng opened his eyes in a daze and said:

"Why don't you continue?"

"..." Everyone.

Wang Feng felt that the speed of controlling Xuanming Thorn was slowing down, and then he came back to his senses, as if the opponent's spirit power could not be suppressed.

At this time, the controllable number of Xuanming thorns has increased to more than 400.

However, as soon as he regained his senses, Wang Feng felt severe pain throughout his body, as if he was suffocating his breath.

‘Ma De, just now I concentrated all my energy on the control of Xuan Ming Thorn… I didn’t feel it…’

Wang Feng was sweating profusely, "It's almost reaching the limit... However, the more the limit is, the more likely it will be able to inspire Meteor Tears... Even once is fine! But if the pressure level rises again, I'm afraid I can't bear it, but if there are three Sixty-seventh-level spirit power pressure should be just right."

There is no way, the increase in the pressure of each level of spirit power is too huge.

Level 1 is the difference.

To put it simply, if level 69 is too high, the body is expected to explode, and the Meteor Tears are too late, and Level 68 is not enough to stimulate the Meteor Tears.

Three sixty-seven levels are just right.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng couldn't help but lowered his voice and said:

"Can you ask the other two seniors to follow the same steps and maintain this kind of spirit power? Help me?"

"..." Everyone.

"Interesting, interesting!"

Bai Baoshan and Zhilin were really shocked by these words, not everyone can bear the pressure of spirit power!

The power of the 67th-level spirit power given by the Dream God Machine at this time is even more terrifying than the sixth spirit ability that Zao Wuji used! This is the coercion of soul power given by Soul Douluo!

three?

Even Zao Wou-Ki would not dare to say that.

The three seniors looked at each other, looked at Wang Feng's firm eyes, and moved slightly in their hearts.

"Come and try."

Dream Nerve said solemnly.

Hearing this, Bai Baoshan and Zhilin no longer hesitated, and two terrifying spirit pressures fell directly on Wang Feng's body!

boom!

A burst of energy swayed from Wang Feng's body, and Ning Rongrong and the others couldn't help but have a little luck with their soul power to resist this overflowing pressure.

Almost in an instant, Wang Feng's whole body made countless crackling sounds of bones.

Under the terrifying pressure, Wang Feng's body instantly entered the limit state!

The golden lotus slowly appeared in Wang Feng's palm.

The meteor tears in the body finally poured out a faint energy flowing through the whole body. This energy is not much, and it is not enough to greatly improve his physical fitness at this time!

But it can increase the level of soul power!

The energy in Meteor Tears is extremely pure! Wang Feng doesn't know what this energy is, but it must be very advanced!

The trickle flowing through Wang Feng's limbs and bones, the kind of comfort, almost made Wang Feng addicted, and couldn't help but blurt out his debut:

"Cool~"

The voice fell.

Immediately, the entire reception room was dead silent!

'Made, why do I feel so familiar! ’

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help thinking.

At the same time, the other three Soul Douluo were really stunned?

Cool?

Are you cool now?

We are three Soul Douluo, the pressure of level 67!

"Hey, his soul power has broken through!"

At this time, the three Mengshenji looked at each other, quickly withdrew their spirit power, and looked at Wang Feng at this time.

Under the influence of the golden lotus, the green mist turned into a golden light, and the golden light seemed to have a faint golden gauze on Wang Feng's body, which was extremely dazzling!

During the flow of soul power, the golden lotus in the palm exudes a faint and soft aura.

It only made everyone in the entire reception room feel a warmth!

"Approaching level 36!" Wang Feng was a little excited!

This time, there were not many meteor tears, because the coercion of spirit power did not make him reach his true physical limit.

(End of this chapter)