Huh! My consciousness is so scattered and the power of my consciousness is wasted. 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 greater than his own, he was not afraid.

He has seen many such opponents. He has huge spiritual power but cannot control and use it. The power is too loose and not condensed at all. Although the spiritual consciousness poured out like this blocked his attack, it was a waste of nine seconds.

At nine percent, it is impossible to last forever, and your spiritual consciousness will soon be exhausted and you will be defeated.

But he didn't know that Ding Ning was secretly sighing at this moment. Sure enough, fighting is the best way to control power. Usually, his practice of "God Control Technique" had no effect at all, but now his kung fu was improving rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was stuck in this stalemate.

In just a short time, he managed to control about one ten thousandth of the power of his spiritual consciousness.

Don't underestimate this one ten thousandth. If he were to practice on his own in normal times, he would not be able to reach one billionth. What's more, the number he controls is still increasing as time goes by.

Ding Ning grinned, showing his white teeth, and smiled happily.

Because he didn't understand when the divine consciousness was transformed into liquid, he didn't feel anything. It wasn't until this moment that he understood how powerful the divine consciousness liquid was. After fighting for so long, Dalai's divine consciousness sword was already useless. He

A drop of divine consciousness fluid consumed less than one percent, and such divine consciousness fluid was not even a drop in the bucket in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He roughly estimated that if Dalai could hold on, ten years of uninterrupted fighting would probably consume all his consciousness.

As time passed, Dalai's face gradually began to turn 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 he never showed signs of failure.

Signs? And it is getting stronger and stronger. This is too unscientific.

What kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure did this guy eat? He actually has such an almost infinite amount of spiritual consciousness.

It's not surprising that he thinks so. After all, the amount of spiritual consciousness consumed by the confrontation between the two is not proportional at all. If Dalai's divine consciousness sword consumes one point of spiritual consciousness, then Ding Ning needs to consume one hundred and one thousand points.

It was a thousand times what he consumed.

Ding Ning didn't know that Dalai was shocked, outputting a huge amount of consciousness to block the sword of consciousness, and still had enough energy to study the condensation principle of the sword of consciousness.

The so-called divine consciousness sword is actually a transparent sword blade condensed by divine consciousness. Its existence can only be sensed in the divine consciousness. If it is outside, it cannot be seen at all without opening the eyes of the sky.

The power is very even, and the concentration of spiritual consciousness is very high, so the attack is very powerful, just like... a weapon refining, condensing a piece of scrap iron into a piece of fine iron after thousands of hammerings!

Ding Ning realized it carefully, and his eyes burst out with surprise. Using the Divine Consciousness Sword as a sample, he tried to condense the Divine Consciousness Sword!

wrong!

wrong!

Still not right!

Ding Ning was conducting experiments frantically, but spiritual consciousness was an invisible substance that could not be tempered with weapon refining techniques. It dissipated as soon as it was condensed together, and it could not be condensed into shape!

How did this old guy Dalai do it?

Ding Ning thought hard and carefully looked at the lingering sword of consciousness, trying to find out the secret inside!

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

I don't know how much time passed before Dalai's consciousness sword suddenly dissipated, and Ding Ning's consciousness involuntarily rushed toward Dalai's sea of ​​consciousness along the force of inertia.

Dalai really wanted to cry. Is this bastard's sea of ​​consciousness a vast ocean? How much consciousness does he have? So far, there is no sign of any lack of stamina.

The situation between the two of them is like a small businessman with small assets meeting a rich man with a huge fortune. The small businessman plans carefully and spends every penny wisely. However, when he meets a nouveau riche with a lot of money, the small businessman will never do anything again.

The business was brutally and brutally crushed by the nouveau riche, which was completely unreasonable.

Dalai's consciousness had been half consumed. He wanted to disperse the sword of consciousness and find the opponent to fight with him in close combat. However, he did not expect that the opponent had no intention of giving up and actually started a counterattack, forcing him to start a new attack.

He condensed a sword of consciousness to resist the attack of the other party's consciousness. He did not dare to let anyone's consciousness invade his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ding Ning's eyes suddenly lit up. Before, Dalai condensed the sword of consciousness so quickly that he didn't see it clearly. But now, Dalai personally demonstrated it to him. He would be a fool if he couldn't understand it anymore.

compression.

It turns out to be compression!

Ding Ning was ecstatic, finally understanding the principle of the Condensed Divine Consciousness Sword, which is to gather a stream of Divine Consciousness to quickly compress, condense and form it.

But it’s easier said than done.

While Ding Ning continued to output his spiritual consciousness to resist Dalai's spiritual attack, he continued to experiment with the Condensed Divine Consciousness Sword!

once.

once.

Again...still failed.

Ding Ning is not discouraged. After every failure, he will think carefully and constantly summarize the reasons for the failure!

In the end, it was concluded that the reason why he could not condense and form was because he lacked control over his spiritual consciousness, which caused his spiritual consciousness to dissipate due to loss of control before it could be condensed.

Dalai's face was frighteningly pale, and his whole body was trembling. Toktakhonov, who was bored at the side, thought he had epilepsy and was crazy!

Although he was born with strong spiritual power and practiced the method of attacking with divine consciousness, he was not a spiritual master after all. The sea of ​​consciousness was only opened up when he was in the true martial arts realm. Even if he was lucky enough to enter the divine martial realm, the size of the sea of ​​consciousness was still limited, and it would not be possible at all.

It is impossible to sustain the battle for such a long time.

The massive consumption of his spiritual consciousness made him depressed, his eyelids became heavy, and he wanted to fall on the ground and sleep. If he hadn't been running around for so many years, his willpower was far beyond ordinary people, and he relied on his tenacious perseverance to support himself, I'm afraid

At this time, he fainted and fell to the ground because his consciousness was exhausted.

Dalai's intestines were about to turn green. He shouldn't have fought with the opponent for spiritual consciousness. With his cultivation in the divine martial realm, it was easy to kill the opponent. However, he was too lazy to chase the opponent because he was too good at hiding and escaping.

Him, plus the pair

Fang dared to sneak attack him, so he got angry and started a battle of consciousness with the other party. He wanted to destroy the other party and turn him into an idiot, but unexpectedly he met a guy with a perverted consciousness, which caused the current situation where he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off.

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

Dalai knew that he could not hold on much longer, so he struggled to get Ding Ning's consciousness to approach him for several meters, and spoke very fast.

"Master Dalai, what's going on?"

Toktakhonov asked with a confused look on his face, but did not receive any response. Now Dalai had gathered all his remaining consciousness to barely resist Ding Ning's counterattack, and he had no energy left to speak.

In fact, Ding Ning was immersed in the realization of controlling his consciousness. His consciousness only felt that Dalai's consciousness sword had flinched before he followed up a few meters forward. Otherwise, he would have taken advantage of the situation to attack, and he would have been able to penetrate Dalai's sea of ​​consciousness in one fell swoop.

, crush his sea of ​​consciousness into slag!

A flash of displeasure flashed in Toktakhonov's eyes, but after thinking about it, a small impatience would ruin a big plan. He was still hoping to get the cultivation method from Dalai, and now was not the time to fall out with him.

He immediately walked out quickly and waved to An Dongxi, who was always patrolling the manor: "Take people to the grove and kill anyone you see!"

"yes!"

An Dongxi responded and waved, and more than twenty Tomahawk members, armed with live ammunition, quickly gathered and rushed towards the grove with high spirits.

Ding Ning knew this scene very well, with a look of disdain on his lips. He actually had time to take out his cell phone and easily sent a text message!

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

Ding Ning didn't pay attention to people like An Dongxi at all. He was immersed in comprehending his spiritual consciousness. He was intoxicated by every improvement. The feeling of improving his strength was really refreshing.

Five out of ten thousand!

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

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

Soon, a Divine Consciousness Sword that was more than ten times smaller than Dalai's Divine Consciousness Sword condensed and took shape. Ding Ning was ecstatic, it was done!

Just when he was condensing the Divine Consciousness Knife, An Dongxi and others also rushed to the grove, and they were searching the grove with two Caucasian dogs that were over one meter tall and as long as a bear!

"Woof woof woof!"

Although Ding Ning set up a concealment formation in the woods and was able to confuse An Dongxi and others, he could not confuse the dog's nose. The two Caucasian dogs accurately found Ding Ning's location and roared crazily at the ground.

"What's going on? Is there someone hiding underground?"

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

"Da Gao, Er Gao can't be mistaken, there must be someone hiding around here!"

A strong man with short hair and muscles all over his body was about to collapse, holding the two Caucasian dogs with some difficulty, staring at the ground and saying affirmatively.

"Leonid, are you sure?"

Anton Xi frowned, looked around cautiously, and asked uncertainly, because Leonid raised Dagao and Ergao himself, and he knew their living habits very well.

"Woof woof woof!"

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

"I'm sure that the noses of Da Gao and Er Gao are more sensitive than those of hounds. They refused to leave here and barked desperately. They must have smelled something unusual."

Leonid looked at the performance of the two Caucasian dogs, strengthened his judgment and answered decisively.

"But there are no traces of digging on the ground? How could there be anyone?"

A tall, bearded man next to him said suspiciously.

"Big Gao, Er Gao can never be wrong. Vitaliye, are you doubting my judgment?"

Leonid said very unhappy.

"It's not suspicion, but it's just too strange here. Didn't you notice? We seem to be lost."

Vitalier shrugged and looked around with confusion.

"Lost? Such a small forest... uh, God, what is going on?"

Leonid was about to make fun of him when he glanced around subconsciously, his expression suddenly changed, and he screamed.

Antonxi also looked at it, his face instantly became alert, he reached out and took out the submachine gun on his back, and shouted: "Vadjim, Boris, where are you?"

It turned out that there were more than twenty people in their group, and now only three of them were left, and the small forest was filled with white mist, as if it had turned into an endless forest!

The sound echoed in the woods, but Antonxi and the others did not receive any response. The two Caucasian dogs roared more and more crazily, making the environment at the scene seem even more weird.

"Oh, God, have we seen a ghost? Why did this place suddenly become like this? Vadim, Boris..."
Chapter completed!