In the catacomb, above the stone coffin, a young man was sitting cross-legged in front of him.

I don’t know if it’s a moment or a hundred years later, but I just feel like an old corpse that has been soaked is immersed in a dark and cold ancient well, and my decayed breath begins to spread in my mouth and nose... All around are algae plants like women’s long hair, and it’s not just me who soaks here. I can clearly feel that there are “women” or similar existences beside me.

She or it makes me stay and stay with her lonely and lonely forever.

Looking up, there was a distant and blurry light above, and the long hair around him stroked his skin, infinitely gentle. Zhu Peng's confused and empty eyes suddenly condensed, and he suddenly bounced his body to float upwards. Immersing the main consciousness in deep meditation for a short time can make the mental power advance by leaps and bounds, especially in the process of mental power transforming magic power. The more immersed you are, the higher the percentage of magic power transformed by mental power. But if you really sink into the deep sea of ​​consciousness, then you will never be reborn without a burial place.

Zhu Peng first felt it, touched it, understood it, and hugged it, and then realized that his own will had almost endured a certain limit, Zhu Peng kicked it away without hesitation and floated up quickly, thanks to the similar disasters between heaven and man in the process of Taoist heart refining.

Zhu Peng knew very well that this cultivation process was the most dangerous. Once he was really immersed in the so-called transformation of heaven and man for a long time, forgetting time until he sat in the transformation was the only ending.

The long hair that had originally gently stroked the skin suddenly curled violently towards Zhu Peng's limbs, trying to keep him forever, but Zhu Peng's previous performance was too realistic, and his choice when he was floating and escaped was too clear and decisive, so that just a spinning body broke free, Zhu Peng broke away from the entanglement of the messy hair like algae.

After glanced down, thin white jade-like arms suddenly stretched out in the depths of the darkness of the ancient well. They came so fast that Zhu Peng estimated that his floating speed could not escape their pursuit. At the same time, a gentle woman's timid and sad call came from my ears.

While the white jade-like women's arms were about to approach, a stream of jelly-like blue mud suddenly appeared on Zhu Peng's body. It spread out to meet the white jade-like arms. I could see two small eyes appearing on the "jelly", blinking happily at me...

With a sudden bite of his tongue, Zhu Peng broke free from the artistic conception of "I". His body bounced and began to float up again. After persisting for a while, the green translucent jelly was torn to pieces by hundreds or thousands of white jade arms. They accelerated to grab Zhu Peng's main consciousness again. As well water was about to emerge, light was right in front of him. Zhu Peng's bare feet were grabbed by a slender white jade arm, and then the second one, countless pieces. They dragged Zhu Peng to sink and fall.

An armless woman in white robe slowly came to Zhu Peng's eyes from bottom to top. Her long and dark hair spread out, revealing a dry cheek covered with wrinkles and white as a knife. She approached her empty eyes like a bottomless black hole and said softly to Zhu Peng's ear: "Accompany me, I will sink forever."

I was about to reach the well surface and was dragged down again, no matter how unwilling and struggling, just as Zhu Peng wanted to give up this breakthrough and forcefully ended his deep meditation, a burst of passionate and angry roar spread: Wangwang, well... Wang!!!

The long-haired woman with armsless seemed to be frightened. Her whole body became stiff, and the white jade arms around her quickly retracted and sank, and she struggled violently. This time, Zhu Peng floated up without any obstacles, and then rushed out of the water in one fell swoop... The endless fresh and sweet air made the soul ecstatic and greedy.

At the last moment when immersed in the deep sea of ​​consciousness, Zhu Peng saw a super bulldog with muscles swelling to an exaggerated level standing in front of Jingling. It screamed at the top of his lungs: Wangwangwangwangwangwangwangwang... Even if he screamed, he kept coughing out bright red blood.

In the catacomb and above the stone chamber ancient coffin, Zhu Peng suddenly opened his eyes, and did not even use the first-time machine to check it. He knew just by his own feelings that he would have broken through to the realm of a third-class wizard apprentice. Although it was the first step of the Long March, he took this step solidly.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, Zhu Peng saw a dry cheek covered with wrinkles like a knife, and the beadless eyes like a black hole in the armless woman, no more than a finger from her cheek.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes again, and after a moment of silence, he opened it again. In front of him was still a quiet stone chamber, and the terrifying woman without arms had disappeared without a trace.

"Huh...ha." He let out a long breath. Zhu Peng practiced martial arts and boxing a lot. However, during this breakthrough in his mental power, the negative effect of the black wizard's meditation method still allowed him to experience what fear is deep into the deepest part of his soul.

That kind of extreme cold that can be overcome beyond the subjective will.

Sweat all over his body soaked all his clothes. Zhu Peng took out a thick iron box from his arms and took out the No. 1 machine from it for self-observation.

The mental power has indeed increased to thirty points as expected. In addition to the six attributes of physique, strength, agility, spirit, will and intelligence, Zhu Peng's personal attributes page has another seventh attribute: magic power, and the current magic power is 28 points.

"Did the magic power transform only about 92% of the magic power? Yes, after all, it is the mental power strengthened by external forces. To achieve a solid foundation of 100% magic power transformation, more life and death tempering is needed..." Zhu Peng, who was already soaked in his robe, stood up and shook his body unsteadily when he stepped down the sarcophagus. Only then did he see the strange changes in the thick ancient books in front of him.

On the originally thick, dark but empty meditation book, a row of wizard words that seemed to be just depicted in blood: Shadow Mask.

"Did Teacher Kid gave me the true nature of the meditation method? The black wizard uses strong negative emotions to promote the increase of mental power, but the more advanced the black wizard meditation method, the more it pays attention to the training of negative will of oneself. I want to kill someone, and I strongly want to kill his will in my heart, which will promote the increase of mental power and even strengthen the power of my spells... No wonder nine out of ten of the famous powerful black wizards in history are complete madmen."

"As for those black wizards who simply rely on abuse of others to understand negative energy, they are always just mixed fish characters, because the more diligent and rapid the left-minded and rapid practice, the more stringent the cultivator's own carrying capacity is. The path of the black wizard is actually far more difficult than that of the white wizard." Through Taoist philosophy, the path of the wizard was explained from a strange perspective. After a moment, Zhu Peng's physical strength was slightly restored. He moved to the corner of the room to ignite the oil lamp in the stone chamber, and sat in front of the simple stone platform.
Chapter completed!