Over the past year or so, it seems that nothing has changed in the world.
Two adult civilians suddenly showed considerable psychic abilities and successfully joined the second class and became one of the managers.
Then, the two new managers hibernated quietly. The two people who had become partners only had three or two relatives of the woman who were mentioned to work in those rare industries. They no longer relied on farming to make a living, and the man even had a trace of
No worries at all.
There seems to be no change in this self-sufficient territory, except that the circle of psykers is becoming more and more repressive.
They had already contacted other cities and territories, but they had been huddled in the territory helplessly during these times. None of the warriors who went out to explore came back, and there was no news.
It seems that all the tribesmen in other places have died, no one is left, and they are the only ones left in the world.
The male manager who has been living in seclusion is Desan, who has been trying to conquer the few remaining levels of the dungeon.
Calling that name and whispering that syllable twice or three times a day.
Cultivation, fighting, food, sleep, these are the major things he has been doing during this time.
Cultivation is to cope with the terror of the outside world and to improve oneself.
Fighting is a means to increase the probability of survival, to survive when the fighting society is imbalanced.
Food is to keep you in peak condition at all times.
Sleep is the best medicine to repair his mind and body.
He has been thinking, what will happen if he clears 100 floors?
The more than ninety levels he has passed have given him a lot of knowledge and theories, as well as good weapons and armor, some of which he can use, and some of which he cannot.
Of course, the biggest gain is the body that is so strong that it is unlike any other member of the same race.
"Psychic Power·Six Arms"
"Psychic Power·Three Songs"
"Psychic Power·Fire"
"Psychic Power·Lotus"
Six arms and three songs are divided into the first volume of flesh and blood transformation and the second volume of spiritual shaping. He temporarily only practiced the second volume of spiritual shaping.
Flame is an in-depth research manual on psychic changes and energy control, which lists a variety of ways to use flames.
Lotus is a spiritual and spiritual practice. Paying attention to the spiritual transformation into lotus is a method of exercising the spirit and will.
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"Six arms——"
In the bronze arena, the tall green-skinned young man roared, and his spiritual energy surged rapidly, forming a twisted wave behind him. From a distance, it looked like burning flames twisting the air.
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Behind the young man's original body, a huge body with a height of three meters appeared, with the same shape, skin color, ears, eyes and nose.
Click——
The psychic body waved his hand, and one pair, two pairs, and three pairs, together with the original pair of arms, a total of three pairs of illusory cyan psychic arms stretched out from the body, filling the upper body that seemed tall and unreasonable.
"Three songs!"
One on the left and one on the right, two identical heads protrude from both sides of the psychic body's head, forming three heads with closed eyes.
As soon as the spiritual body, which is much taller than his body, comes out, the abundant spiritual energy in the body rushes through like a tide, creating an increasingly real appearance.
On the ninety-ninth floor, the enemy he faced was himself.
He has stayed here for less than half a month and has conquered it forty or fifty times, but has never passed it.
His shadow also used the three-headed six-armed flame lotus, but he couldn't defeat the shadow every time.
This is an opportunity. Desan believes that this is an opportunity to defeat himself, make up for his shortcomings, and climb higher.
Why should we give up like this when we can obviously do better? Right?
Once, twice, three times...
He is always challenging.
Until today.
In the magnificent arena, a young man with three heads and six arms standing behind him looked at the figure slowly emerging on the opposite side.
Three heads, six arms, the same thing.
Snap——
There was an explosion in the air, and two figures suddenly approached and collided with each other in mid-air. The flesh and blood bodies and the spiritual bodies were fighting together.
The three heads analyze the data, and the six-armed tiger is powerful, fighting evenly with the opponent.
The flames appeared at some unknown time, surrounding the three heads and six arms, like fiery snakes climbing up.
The eight-petal lotus imprinted on the center of the eyebrows is green, and the struggle between the heart and the will begins.
He has a feeling that he will definitely pass the level today.
The senses of excitement and pleasure activated his body, allowing him to exert an extra three points of strength.
Mood can affect the body, and the body can affect spiritual energy. This is a common sense principle in spiritual energy cultivation, so he must work hard to reach the 100th level.
Fists were exchanged for fists, injuries were exchanged for injuries, and arms were exchanged for arms. In the entire arena, blood and flesh and blood were smeared on the ground, and the torn spiritual body was scattered, causing strong spiritual distortion.
But no matter how powerful he is, no matter how much he has grown, he has never left any mark on the bronze ground and walls.
The flames wrapped around him and the shadow, rolling in the sky and the ground. The two entangled and intertwined, punching to the flesh. The psychic body stretched out an arm, and the edge of a sharp weapon transformed. He raised it and chopped on the opponent's arm. The opponent also responded in kind.
He struck, and the sharp blade almost sliced through his body.
He once pressed Shadow's head and rubbed it on the ground, leaving a long blood trail.
He was also pressed and beaten by shadows, but he always held back his energy.
He knows everything and uses every tactic he can think of in order to defeat his opponent.
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"What are you looking at?"
The God of Treasures and Dungeons looked at the sturdy young man with green skin in front of him with interest.
Desang also looked at him. Perhaps because the blood from the battle had not cooled down yet, he did not feel the fear that the gap was so big that he could ignore everything.
Is the 100th level just about facing Him?
"I'm here, enjoying the scenery." Desang replied.
The god smiled, but was not seen by the psychic in front of him. He seemed to be hidden under a mask.
"Do you want to know who the gatekeeper on the 100th floor is?"
"Think carefully, the answer is in your heart."
Desang was silent for a moment, with an idea lingering in his heart.
He asked, "Were you responsible for the things outside?" The things outside he mentioned were those things that were attacked by the mind flayers.
Why have the surrounding areas become occupied areas, but the pure land of this small territory is preserved.
"Although my existence will not be noticed by those things, the world itself will be aware of my thoughts, so he helped me disperse them."
Such an answer was not within Desang's psychological answer. It was somewhat beyond his expectation, but it was reasonable after thinking about it carefully.
He is more powerful than any psyker in the territory, and even dares to stand shoulder to shoulder with the powerful psykers in the main city.
But to be able to cultivate such a powerful person, how powerful must the creator of all this be?