Dark Moon Era

  Chapter 732 Collision of Wills

  No one thought that Tang Ling's breakthrough would be so special.

   Not only was forcibly suspended during the breakthrough, but also encountered Tang Feng who had been dead for many years in the world of visualization.

  Perhaps this is not the real Tang Feng, but this kind of meeting and meeting, even preaching and receiving karma, who would not find it strange? In addition, there are some unspeakable sighs?

However, neither Tang Ling nor Tang Feng seemed to care about this. You can say that Tang Feng’s spiritual power may be'premeditated for a long time.' Knowing that sooner or later, it will be in harmony with Tang Ling’s self-will. Under the right conditions, meet in the world of visualization.

  But why is Tang Ling so indifferent? The reasons may be complicated when analyzed. But at this moment, it was because he had been completely immersed in Tang Feng's teaching. This method of self-will training is too magical. Only by Tang Feng's explanation, Tang Ling could fully appreciate the beauty of this method. , And the role that it can play in the future, although it cannot be directly transformed into the most intuitive combat effectiveness, but

However, if this self-will can be tempered to a high level, such as the "Diamond Realm", then in this world, most of the purple moon fighters will regard it as terrifying, and even the most difficult opponent to deal with-the leap , Will be crushed when fighting Tang Ling.

  And this method has a more mysterious effect, but it is not what Tang Ling can understand now, and Tang Feng has no plan to say it. Some things are better to experience by yourself.

The process of teaching and learning cannot feel the passage of time, and there is no way to accurately measure the flow of time in the world of visualization. Long or short, fast or slow, are related to the fluctuation of the spiritual power of the world of visualization, what can be related to it People in this era still can’t understand.

  **

  The vibrant early spring has passed in a blink of an eye.

  Sunny and spring time, the vitality of a winter has been released to the fullest. On the top of the hill outside the hut, the mountain flowers are gorgeous and the grass is green.

  Under the mountain, it has entered the early winter, the dense drizzle is misty, the plants have not withered, and although the greenery has not faded, there is also a sense of bleak and scattered.

  "If it was a former civilization, this should be a small town in the south?" Higan closed the book in his hand and muttered to himself while looking at the world under the mountain.

  Tang Ling is still breaking through. It has been twenty days in a blink of an eye, and it took almost a month. Is it still within the normal range?

  There are no guards here, and there are no polymaths full of experience, so Hiani has no way to get an answer.

  Although his mood was firm, Tang Ling's energy fluctuations disappeared about ten days ago, which really made Bi An very worried.

  Even if he knew that Tang Ling shouldn't be disturbed, Bi An couldn't help but want to open the door and take a look at Tang Ling's state.

  Because of this decision, Bi An discovered a miraculous thing, that is, the egg, the egg guarding Tang Ling's door, can express some self-consciousness to communicate with Bi An the simplest.

  When Bi An stood in front of the door and was about to push the door open, it was the egg that sent out an eager emotion to stop Bi An.

  Although this expression cannot be prevented as a clear language, the conveyance of emotions is very clear, like a complete copy of one person’s mood to another.

  As smart as the other shore is in the blink of an eye, then you can'understand' the meaning of egg, don't go in, definitely not!

  In addition, this egg is afraid that Bi An does not know that this strong will is expressed by it. When expressing this will, the egg is still rolling around at Bi An’s feet, looking a little funny.

  As for the origin of the egg, Hian is of course clear.

  A reborn super-ranked fierce beast, once turned, it is supported by top-rank resources, and the blood provided by Tang Ling to shape it, it must be a very magical little thing.

  So after receiving this information, Bi An didn't hesitate to give up his thoughts.

  But this egg was not at ease, and didn't know what method was used, so that Bi An suddenly felt an unusually strong vitality from the room where Tang Ling broke through.

This intensity is not like a raging fire, but like a plant that has accumulated a winter's vitality. It is so long and thick, accompanied by Tang Ling's'dong dong dong' heartbeat as strong as a drum, still a little bit A little bit becomes stronger.

  Tang Ling's heartbeat

   There was a smile on the corner of Bi An's mouth. She was familiar with everything about Tang Ling, and she was so familiar with it that even her heartbeat could tell that it was Tang Ling's.

  Hearing this voice, Bi An suddenly felt relieved.

"Mysterious little egg, it's really interesting, you just stay here to guard him." Kneeling down, Bi An patted the egg. For some reason, Bi An has been determined at this moment that the egg will hatch, and the time for it to hatch should be After Tang Ling's breakthrough

  What kind of little guy will appear? The other side suddenly looked forward to something.

   However, in the face of the great beauty Bi An's goodwill, this egg seemed to be a little impatient, and once again sent a trace of emotion to Bi An.

  The general meaning of this emotion is also very clear, which is ‘Don’t disturb us’.

"Haha, it's really interesting." Bi An was not angry at all, even very happy. I don't know why the temperament of this little egg inexplicably reminded her of the stubborn and slightly awkward appearance of Tang Ling when she was a child. The eggs are a bit more fond.

  After leaving, Bi An no longer worry about it, it is inevitable to be a little lonely just by being alone on the top of the mountain.

  However, Bi An doesn't care about loneliness. There was a dark time when Bi An wanted to be annihilated, but could not disappear in his memory, so Bi An had long been accustomed to loneliness.

  A regular life, immersed in reading, and occasionally talking to herself, the years staying by Tang Ling's side are also very good.

  **

  "Have you remembered?" At this moment, all of Tang Feng's teaching to Tang Ling had ended.

  In addition to all the content about self-willing the skill itself, all the explanations about the key points of this skill, as well as experience and insights, etc., Tang Feng also unreservedly explained to Tang Ling.

  Faced with Tang Feng’s question, Tang Ling did not react at all, his eyes still seemed to be in a state of absent-mindedness.

Upon seeing this, Tang Feng did not urge anything, but looked at Tang Ling quietly with a warm and soft look. He lit a cigarette, and a wind-swept grassland appeared around him, and then overhead The sky glowing with the warm light of dusk appeared again

  As the cigarette smoke rose up, there seemed to be intermittent humming sounds in the distance. It should be an ancient and vicissitudes of civilization.

   "It's great." Tang Feng squinted comfortably, stroked his stubble chin, and looked at Tang Ling who was sitting on the big rock opposite him.

  He hesitated, got up with a cigarette, hesitated again, reached out to the top of Tang Ling's head, and seemed to want to touch Tang Ling's head.

   "What are you doing?" Tang Ling looked at Tang Feng's strange movements, and asked defensively at this moment.

  Tang Feng’s gentle eyes had disappeared at this moment, replaced by cynical and invisible deepness under normal conditions.

  "Prepare to beat you." Tang Feng answered Tang Ling in this way, with his hands still in the air, but he didn't know why, it seemed to be inexplicably embarrassing.

   "Why?" Tang Ling didn't notice anything at all, but felt inexplicable.

"Because I asked you a question, you didn't respond. You are facing an enemy, how many times do you think you will die?" As he spoke, Tang Feng's hand held in the air suddenly clenched into a fist and knocked at Tang Ling's head. .

   "It's useless." At this moment, Tang Ling immediately reacted. The will that he had just learned, after several attempts of self-tempering, immediately condensed his mental power and formed a defense.

  'Boom', Tang Feng deliberately added an exaggerated voice, knocking his fist **** Tang Ling's head.

  This time, Tang Ling didn't feel any head knocked from his body. He really defended Tang Feng's attack.

He was still a young man. Tang Ling couldn't help but smiled in surprise when he felt this. But thinking of facing Tang Feng, Tang Ling's surprise smile disappeared again. He pretended to be indifferent and stood up. Facing Tang Feng: "I said it's useless, teach me this skill, do you regret it?"

  Provocation, naked provocation, broke out all Tang Ling's dissatisfaction just now.

   Tang Feng didn’t care at all, but a familiar smile hung on his face: "Very good, did you learn it? So now"

Tang Feng prolonged the ending, looked at Tang Ling with deep meaning, and then said word by word: "Give you a certain amount of time. According to the flow of time in this world, it's about a day. You can start to temper your skills. Self-will. After that, you have to challenge me. You know the benefits of winning. But if you lose, you can imagine the consequences, right?"

  Speaking of the last sentence, Tang Feng’s smile looked particularly rascal, Tang Ling’s face suddenly changed, thinking of the big **** before, playing XX, it made people angry and desperate.

Before Tang Ling could speak, Tang Feng continued: "Besides, remember, what I taught you is not a skill. It is a top-level knack from the domain of dreams. Under normal circumstances, only top-level elites can do it. The unique knowledge that I came into contact with-"King Kong Like a Mountain."

  "The meaning of this name is to temper one's will to be as hard as a King Kong, and have a natural unmoving mood like a mountain."

  Tang Ling listened very seriously, but he pretended to be careless, looking around.

  At dusk, the grassland blown by the wind, if there are ancient tunes that seem to be soaked in the voice of the vicissitudes of life, they will come intermittently

  Is this the visual world transformed by Tang Feng? Is there anything special?

   Tang Ling’s heart was filled with an indescribable strange feeling, but his mouth was muttering: "Why do you do these fancy things in my world of visualization."

Facing Tang Ling’s words, Tang Feng was taken aback for a moment. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he reached his lips, he changed to: "If you have the ability, you can change it. Remember, the time of the day. This is I’m very kind to you. Know that the best leaners can temper their self-will into the woody rhyme within half a day, and it may even be the hardest hardwood."

  "And you, dad, me, it only took two hours to enter Mu Yun, you"

"I know, I won't be worse than you. One day later, wait, I'm afraid that your mental strength will not be able to hold it." Tang Ling raised his chin proudly, his eyes full of raging warfare. .

  This is so arrogant and high-spirited.

  In fact, Tang Ling would not be so ostentatious, but in front of Tang Feng he couldn't help feeling some emotions that he didn't know.

  Perhaps, I don't want Tang Feng to look down upon, or maybe I want Tang Feng to be proud of himself.

  Of course, Tang Ling would not admit these emotions.

Just like Tang Feng would not admit that even the top leaps, it would take at least five days to reach Mu Yun to cultivate this "King Kong Like Mountain Yi". As for Tang Feng himself, it took a day and a half at the beginning. Reached the wood rhyme.

  As a father, shouldn’t it take for granted that you should have greater expectations of your own son? This expectation is not blind, but based on his belief in Tang Ling.

  After all, this ray of spiritual power entrusted to Xiaozhong has been with Tang Ling for twelve years. Although he cannot perceive everything about Tang Ling, it is at a critical moment.

  At this moment, Tang Ling had already entered the exercise of self-will without even wanting to waste a second, and the phantom figure had disappeared.

  Tang Feng smiled, and sat alone on the big rock, muttering to himself in a low voice: "I am looking forward to it, son."

  **

  One day has passed.

  The grassland transformed by Tang Feng seems to be stagnant in eternity. No matter how time passes, it is always the evening in the wind, and even the thin clouds hanging in the sky have not changed.

   But even so, Tang Feng seems to be able to accurately perceive the passage of every second of time. This is not surprising. To know the unique ability of precision instinct, he is the first to possess it.

   "Tang Ling, the time is up." Still sitting on the big rock, Tang Feng looked a little arrogant. When 24 hours had passed accurately, Tang Feng suddenly shouted.

  People with precise instincts are born extraordinarily punctual. Accompanied by Tang Feng's cry, Tang Ling's figure has appeared in this grassland.

  Looking at Tang Feng, what does Tang Ling want to say?

  But he didn't want Tang Feng to stand up from the boulder at the moment Tang Ling appeared.

  The next moment, in the originally quiet and peaceful evening sky, a sledgehammer suddenly appeared, and it slammed the hammer at Tang Ling, without giving Tang Ling any reaction time at all.

  Faced with such a sudden shot, Tang Ling was unexpectedly indifferent, as if he had expected Tang Feng to do so.

  Because he will do the same, isn’t it like fighting? It is extremely important to seize the most suitable opportunity.

  So, at the moment when the sledgehammer fell, a rock-like wall was already blocking Tang Ling.

  ‘Boom’, the sledgehammer fell on the stone wall.

  It was only a brief collision, and the stone wall cracked in all directions in an instant, and then burst into pieces. But at the same time, Tang Feng's sledgehammer was also shattered.

  The **** splashed away, and then disappeared in the air inexplicably.

   There was a smile on Tang Feng's face, but with this smile, another hammer appeared above.

This time the sledgehammer is one size smaller than the previous sledgehammer, but people who have a little understanding of mental power or have feelings about deeper moods can perceive that it is a little scary compared to the huge one before. Hammer, this one-size sledgehammer is obviously more condensed, and some things are not huge to be powerful.

This is the simplest change application of self-will—concentration, Tang Ling can see it at a glance, and even he feels this attack. Tang Feng’s self-will has been strengthened by a point, and he has invested in it. Naturally, the mental power has been strengthened by three points.

  Are you afraid? Naturally, I am not afraid!

   Tang Ling waved his hand, and a giant shield that was spinning appeared in front of him.

  The sledgehammer fell fiercely, and the rotating shield naturally blocked the attack of the sledgehammer, and cleverly used the power of rotation to dispel some of the mental shock.

  Next, with the shattering of the great shield, the sledgehammer shattered again.

  I have to say that both father and son are extremely clever in the use of self-will fusion mental power. Tang Feng’s cleverness lies in his exquisite technique when he drops the hammer, and maximizes his mental impact.

  And Tang Ling can be said to be tricky, using the power of rotation to crack.

  The second hammer, Tang Feng's smile deepened.

It's a laugh. It has nothing to do with his attack. After the second sledgehammer was broken, a smaller sledgehammer appeared in the sky again. There is no doubt that Tang Feng’s attacks became more condensed and self-willed. It gradually makes people feel'materialized', and it seems to condense into a piece of steel.

  Tang Ling, who was born with a calf, was not afraid, his eyes filled with excitement, as if Tang Feng’s attack was sharper and more interesting.

  The entire grassland transformed by Tang Feng, because of the fight between the father and son, finally had a slight change. All the scenes began to be inexplicably unstable, and it seemed that there was another feeling that would break and then shake off at any time.

But neither father nor son cared about this. Tang Feng was more ruthless with one hammer, and one hammer was faster than one hammer. He seemed too lazy to change any new attacks, so he chose to directly contain more and more tenacious selves. The mental hammer of will.

What shocked Tang Ling was that a sledgehammer would be superbly used by Tang Feng. The use of the same weapon Tang Feng became more and more tricky, and even used a hammer to trigger shocks, which made Tang Ling’s mental power less powerful. stable.

   can be shocked and shocked. Tang Ling, who was born with an almost abnormal sensitivity to fighting, and Tang Ling, who has a fighting consciousness, will always make the right move.

  All this made Tang Feng even more shocked, just because this kind of fighting talent is not Tang Feng, this kind of talent that seems to be born for fighting is unique to Tang Ling himself.

  Even if he had too much combat experience, Tang Feng had to admit that he couldn't resolve Tang Ling several times.

  So Tang Feng smiled very happily. Such a smile is less suffocated and more sincere. It looks very warm in people's eyes.

  He is proud of his son, although it is impossible to tell according to his character.

  But at the same time, there was a deep sadness in Tang Feng's eyes.

  Anything has a price. With such a high talent, the life born for war is destined to bear more. If Tang Ling can be ordinary

  But this is impossible. Tang Feng has abandoned this illusion since Tang Ling was born. The extraordinaryness of this kid has been so earth-shattering since his birth. Who else knows better than his father? So that

  Thinking about it, Tang Feng frowned. It’s a distant past, some painful memories.

As for the changes in Tang Feng’s micro expressions, if they were put in a normal time, Tang Ling, with amazing insight, would definitely notice, but to deal with increasingly difficult attacks, Tang Ling could no longer be distracted, so he didn’t notice either. These ones.

  In a blink of an eye, the attack has been carried out nine times.

  Tang Feng stopped suddenly and looked at Tang Ling: "Yes, I have survived nine attacks."

   Tang Ling did not speak, his eyes flashing with excitement and self-confidence already showed his pride at the moment.

   "I don't like long battles, so let's take it for the last time. This time, it must be attacked according to the limit of one day's cultivation results. It is very dangerous. You should think carefully, or give up." Tang Fengyun said calmly.

  In fact, Tang Feng was not calm at the moment, just because in the first eight attacks, Tang Ling had fully qualified and met his expectations.

  It's just that Tang Feng has the final say on what the limit of a day is.

  According to Tang Feng's expectation, it was indeed ten attacks to test Tang Ling, but this kid was too good, so that every time Tang Feng attacked, the strength that should be increased unknowingly increased, and he reached the expected limit only eight times.

   The ninth time, it was Tang Feng’s temptation. He wanted to know if Tang Ling could bear more? The result is delightful.

  In this case, Tang Feng wanted a stronger temptation, but this temptation was originally not considered by Tang Feng, because it was somewhat dangerous.

  But Tang Ling is a person who loves to gamble on life and death at critical moments. This character is undoubtedly derived from Tang Feng.

Therefore, as soon as the idea of ​​stronger temptation appeared, Tang Feng could not suppress this idea. Of course, Tang Feng was also confident that if Tang Ling could not bear it, he would be able to withstand it at a critical moment. Even in essence, it was just He has a ray of spiritual power with self-will as the core.

  But—it’s okay!

   "Come on." Compared to Tang Feng, Tang Ling is even more crazy. Does he care about the danger? At this time, Tang Ling didn't think that Tang Feng would be merciful because of his father.

  If Tang Feng is really such a soft-hearted person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why would he and Tang Long be left behind?

   Thinking of this, anger once burned in Tang Ling's heart, and Tang Ling's will suddenly rose because of his anger.

  Tang Feng looked in his eyes and sighed, "Very good."

  While speaking, a normal-sized hammer appeared to Tang Feng's upper hand. It was a purple-red to somewhat black hammer with white silver patterns.

   Seeing this hammer, Tang Ling understood that there was stone rhyme on this hammer, which was the second order of self-will.

  If the wood rhyme is yellow, but the color will go from dark to light, and it will become red when it reaches the level of hardwood

  The wood rhyme of this hammer has obviously reached the extreme of hardwood, and the stone rhyme has appeared.

  Thinking about it this way, Tang Feng can really value himself.

  The hammer did not move in the sky, but the dangerous aura was already rising.

  Tang Feng looked at Tang Ling, and asked for the last time: "Have you figured it out?"

  Tang Ling was obviously unsure, but he said very simply: "Don't talk nonsense, come on!"

  (End of this chapter)