Medical Sovereign

snort! The consciousness is so scattered, the power of the consciousness is wasted too much, I want to see how long you can stop me!

Dalai sneered secretly in his heart, although the other party's spiritual consciousness was very large, even surpassing his spiritual consciousness, but he was happy and not afraid.

He has seen this kind of opponent a lot, but he has a huge spiritual power but can't control and use it. The power is too loose and not condensed at all. Ninety percent, it is impossible to last long, and will soon be exhausted and defeated.

Little did he know that Ding Ning was secretly sighing at this moment, as expected, fighting is the best way to control power. Normally, he practiced "God Control Art" without any effect at all, but now his kung fu improved rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was stuck in this stalemate. In just a short while, he managed to control about one ten thousandth of the power of the divine consciousness.

Don't underestimate this one ten-thousandth. Normally, he would not be able to reach one ten-thousandth of a billionth in his own cultivation, not to mention that the amount of control is still increasing with the passage of time.

Ding Ning grinned and showed his white teeth, smiling happily.

Since he didn't understand the "spiritual consciousness" liquid, he didn't feel much. It wasn't until this moment that he realized how awesome the "spiritual consciousness" liquid was. He has no power to continue, and he has consumed less than one percent of a drop of spiritual consciousness fluid, and this kind of spiritual consciousness fluid is not even a drop in the ocean of his consciousness.

He roughly estimated that if Dalai could persevere, ten years of uninterrupted fighting would probably be able to consume his spiritual consciousness.

As time passed by, Dalai's face gradually turned pale, and he roared crazily in his heart, who is this person? How could such a waste of consciousness persist for so long? The most terrible thing is that there has never been any sign of exhaustion? And there is a growing trend, which is too unscientific.

What kind of treasure did this guy eat? To have such an almost endless consciousness.

No wonder he thought so. After all, the amount of spiritual consciousness consumed by the confrontation between the two is not directly proportional. If it is said that Dalai's spiritual consciousness sword consumes a little spiritual consciousness, then what Ding Ning needs to consume is 100.1000 points. It is a thousand times what he consumed.

How did Ding Ning know that Dalai was shocked, outputting a massive amount of spiritual knowledge to block the sword of spiritual knowledge, and still had enough energy to study the cohesion principle of the sword of spiritual knowledge.

The so-called Divine Consciousness Sword is actually a transparent sword blade condensed by the divine consciousness, and its existence can only be sensed in the divine consciousness. It cannot be seen in the outside world unless the sky eye is opened.

The force is very even,

The concentration of spiritual consciousness is very high, so the attack power is very powerful, just like... refining a piece of scrap iron into a piece of refined iron after thousands of tempers!

Ding Ning felt it carefully, and the light of surprise burst out in front of his eyes. Taking the sword of spiritual consciousness as a sample, he tried to condense the sword of spiritual consciousness!

wrong!

wrong!

Still not right!

Ding Ning was frantically experimenting, but the consciousness is an invisible substance, which cannot be tempered by refining techniques at all. It dissipates as soon as it is condensed together, and it cannot be condensed into a shape!

How did the old Dale do it?

Ding Ning was thinking hard, looking carefully at the lingering sword of spiritual consciousness, wanting to see the secret in it!

Can't be tempered... Can't be tempered...

I don't know how long it has passed, Dalai's sword of spiritual consciousness suddenly dissipated, and Ding Ning's spiritual consciousness involuntarily rushed towards Dalai's sea of ​​consciousness along the force of inertia.

Dalai wants to cry so much, is this bastard's sea of ​​consciousness a vast ocean? How much consciousness do you have? Up to now, there is no tendency to lack stamina.

The situation of the two of them is like a small businessman who has a small fortune meets a rich man with a lot of money.

It is completely unreasonable for a small businessman to do business again, and be brutally and directly crushed by the nouveau riche.

Half of Dalai's consciousness was consumed. He wanted to dissipate the sword of consciousness and find the opponent to fight close to him, but he didn't expect that the opponent had no intention of giving up, and started to counterattack. He was "forced" If he didn't condense a sword of spiritual consciousness again to resist the attack of the other party's spiritual consciousness, he would not dare to let anyone's spiritual consciousness invade his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Ding Ning's eyes suddenly lit up. Before Dalai's speed of condensing the sword of spiritual consciousness was too fast, he didn't see it clearly at all, but now Dalai demonstrated it to him personally, and he would be a fool if he couldn't figure it out.

compression.

It turned out to be compression!

Ding Ning was ecstatic, and finally understood the principle of condensing the sword of spiritual consciousness, which is to gather a strand of spiritual consciousness and quickly compress and condense it into shape.

But it's easier said than done.

While Ding Ning continued to output his consciousness to resist Dalai's attack, he kept experimenting with the sword of condensing his consciousness!

again.

again.

Again... still failed.

Ding Ning is not discouraged, he will think seriously after each failure, and constantly summarize the reasons for the failure!

In the end, he concluded that the reason why he couldn't condense into shape was because he didn't have enough control over his spiritual consciousness, which caused his spiritual consciousness to dissipate before it could be condensed because of loss of control.

Dalai's face was frighteningly pale, and his whole body was trembling, making Tok Tahonov, who was bored by the side, think he had epilepsy and went crazy!

Although he was born with strong mental power and he also practiced the method of attacking with divine consciousness, he is not a spiritual master after all. Can't sustain a fight for such a long time.

The massive consumption of his consciousness made him sluggish, his eyelids became heavy, and he really wanted to fall to the ground and go to sleep. If he hadn't fled around for so many years, his willpower was far superior to ordinary people, and he supported himself with tenacious perseverance. At this time, he had fainted to the ground due to exhaustion of consciousness.

Dalai's intestines are almost remorseful, he shouldn't compete with the other party's spiritual sense, it is easy to kill the other party with his cultivation base of the divine martial arts, but he is too lazy to chase and kill the other party because the other party is too good at hiding and escaping He, and the other party dared to sneak attack him, so he engaged in a spiritual battle with the other party in a rage. He wanted to turn the other party into an idiot, but unexpectedly, he met a guy whose spiritual sense was so strong that he was abnormal. It's a difficult situation now.

"Mr. Toktahonov, go to the woods just now, find him, and kill him!"

Dalai knew that he couldn't last much longer, so he tried to be ""closed" by Ding Ning's consciousness for several meters, and spoke extremely fast.

"Master Dalai, what's going on?"

Tok Tahonov asked with a confused face, but he didn't get any response. Now Dalai gathered all the remaining spiritual consciousness to barely resist Ding Ning's counterattack, so there was no room left to speak.

In fact, Ding Ning was immersed in the feeling of controlling the divine sense. The divine sense only felt that Dalai's divine sense sword retreated before he followed up a few meters inertially. His sea of ​​consciousness, crush his sea of ​​consciousness into slag!

A look of displeasure flashed across Tok Tahonov's eyes, but after thinking about it, a little intolerance would lead to a big conspiracy, and he was still counting on getting the method of cultivation from Dalai, so why not turn against him now when.

Immediately walked out quickly, and waved at An Dongxi, who was always patrolling the manor, "Take people to that grove, and shoot anyone they see!"

"yes!"

An Dongxi responded and beckoned, and more than 20 Tomahawk members with live ammunition quickly assembled and rushed towards the grove with great vigor.

For this scene, Ding Ning knew it well, with a look of disdain at the corner of his mouth, he even had time to take out his phone and relax

Feel free to send a text message!

Two ten thousandths...three ten thousandths...

Ding Ning didn't pay attention to people like An Dongxi at all, his mind was immersed in his spiritual awareness, every bit of progress made him intoxicated, and the feeling of improving his strength was really refreshing.

Five out of ten thousand!

Ding Ning's eyes lit up. Although five ten thousandths is insignificant, it should be enough for him to condense a small blade of spiritual consciousness.

Of course, he has always been more accustomed to using knives, so he doesn't have to condense the sword of divine sense!

Soon, a Divine Consciousness Sword ten times smaller than Dalai's Divine Consciousness Sword condensed into shape, and Ding Ning was ecstatic that it was completed!

Just as he was condensing his divine consciousness knife, An Dongxi and the others also rushed to the grove, leading two bear-like Caucasian dogs with a height of more than one meter at both ends, searching in the grove!

"Wow woof!"

Although Ding Ning set up a hidden formation in the woods, which could confuse An Dongxi and the others, he couldn't confuse the dog's nose. The two Caucasian dogs accurately found where Ding Ning was, and faced the ground Roaring crazily.

"What's going on? Could it be that someone is hiding underground?"

An Dongxi and the others were baffled, and rubbed the ground with their toes, but there was no trace of digging!

"Da Gao and Er Gao can't make a mistake, there must be someone hiding around here!"

A brawny man with short hair and muscles that were about to burst out was holding two Caucasian dogs with some difficulty, staring at the ground and said affirmatively.

"Leonid, are you sure?"

An Dongxi frowned, looked around vigilantly, and asked uncertainly, because Da Gao and Er Gao were raised by Leonid himself, and he knew their living habits very well.

"Wow woof!"

The two Caucasian dogs seemed to want to prove the correctness of Leonid's words, barking harder and harder at the ground.

"I'm sure that the noses of Dagao and Ergao are more sensitive than hunting dogs. They don't leave here and bark desperately. They must smell something unusual."

Looking at the performance of the two Caucasian dogs, Leonid strengthened his judgment and replied firmly.

"But there are no traces of excavation on the ground? How could there be people?"

A strong man with a beard next to him said suspiciously.

"Da Gao and Er Gao are absolutely right, Vitalier, are you doubting my judgment?"

Leonid said very unhappy.

"It's not suspicion, but it's too strange here, haven't you noticed it? We seem to have lost our way."

Vitalier shrugged, looking around in confusion.

"'Lost'? Such a small wood...uh, God, what's going on here?"

Leonid was about to make fun of him, but subconsciously glanced around, his expression changed suddenly, and he exclaimed in shock.

An Dongxi also looked at it, his face instantly became vigilant, he reached out and took out the submachine gun on his back, and shouted, "Vajim, Boris, where are you?"

It turned out that there were more than 20 of them, and now only the three of them were left, and the small forest was filled with white mist, as if it had become an endless forest!

The voice echoed in the woods, but the three of An Dongxi didn't get any response. The two Caucasian dogs growled more and more frantically, making the scene even more weird.

"Oh God, are we the devil? Why is this here all of a sudden? Vajim, Boris..."

An Dongxi's frightened eyes widened, his throat throbbed violently, and he shouted resolutely, but the more than 20 people under him seemed to have evaporated from the world suddenly, and did not receive any response.

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