Seeing Lin Fengjin being sucked in by the maple red maple in Qiu Mountain, Pan Yuming finally exhaled a long breath, sat down on the ground tiredly, rested against the tree trunk for a while, but soon it was like his butt was being burned by fire.
jumped up.
Why, it’s not because the wound on the left arm is still bleeding!!
Although there are many beneficial elixirs, you will not bleed to death in this world, but no matter who sees his blood pouring out for free, he will feel distressed! At this time, Pan Yuming can already make a decisive judgment,
The shiny thing on his wound (he didn't know yet that it was Lin Fengjin's power of time) was the culprit.
But he used a variety of methods to stop the bleeding, and finally found that it was almost impossible to stop the bleeding. It was true that after tying the upper part of his arm with a belt, the blood flow would at least not be so cheerful.
At this time, Pan Yuming remembered that he wanted to see what happened to Lin Fengjin in the picture of dancing demons. When he saw it, he suddenly burst into laughter:
"The boy's strength is pretty good. He has already broken through to the third level of hell."
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It turned out that after Lin Fengjin was enveloped and inhaled by the autumn mountain maple map, he felt like the world was spinning. When he regained his consciousness, he realized that he was in a huge dark square. The pillars in this dark square were all made of unknown colors.
Made of giant bone fossils, the lamp holders in the square are all skulls with their mouths wide open, and the tongues inside are twisted into the shape of burning wicks.
Lin Fengjin's feet felt soft, but when he looked carefully, he found that the ground was made up of twisted faces! Seeing the miserable condition of those twisted faces that were in so much pain but could not make any sound, Lin Fengjin
Feng Jin also felt a little pity in his heart.
If ordinary people came here, they would definitely be shocked, but Lin Fengjin already knew that Pan Yuming was good at illusions, and if you believe the things he created, you would be fooled by his tricks, so he just treated it as if he were stepping on flat ground.
It's better if you can't see it.
Lin Fengjin looked at the end of the dark square and found that it was completely shrouded in fog. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly because he noticed a group of twisted people on the ground not far away.
The face-faced corpse had struggled to crawl out of the ground, making a terrifying "shenyin" sound, and walked over step by step, aiming at himself.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" Lin Fengjin sneered. But he was very aware of the situation. The stronger the willpower, the harder it is for people with illusions to be effective. In this kind of environment, whether a person's personal strength is strong or not often depends on it.
It has a lot to do with your own willpower. You determine how strong you are. Then in this environment, you can be as strong as you want!
Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, they all have the art of "contemplation", which is similar to the current environment. Of course, in addition to will, imagination is also a sufficient factor. For example, if you visualize a handful
If you use a knife to cut an enemy, the enemy will often visualize a shield instead of a tofu, because he subconsciously thinks that the shield can block the knife.
However, if the enemy suddenly visualizes something you have never seen before and attacks you, you will probably be attacked if you use a shield to defend yourself. Because the thing he visualized is probably specifically designed to restrain shields, so in this case
In this situation, the best way is to dodge rather than parry.
Faced with the situation in front of him, Lin Fengjin couldn't help but visualize it in his mind - What was he visualizing? Because this is the time to give full play to his imagination, and he must have
What he was thinking about was not the things in this life, but the movie scenes he had seen in his previous life. That was the Tathagata Palm in "Kung Fu"!!
Lin Fengjin reiterated to himself several times, as if he was being brainwashed, it's okay, this is an illusion, I can definitely do it, then he stretched out his hand and slapped the hundreds of hungry ghosts who rushed in front of him.
Go down!
In the next few seconds, there was no response, and Lin Fengjin was a little stunned, until... he heard a strange sound suddenly coming from the air, like a commercial airliner diving close to the ground.
Huge roar!
Oh, no, it should be the roar of the passenger plane when it lands! Because Lin Fengjin himself has never seen what the Tathagata Palm looks like or what the sound it makes breaks through the air, so he just made up this sound in his head.
In this illusion, as long as your will is strong enough, you can do it if you want!!!
Then, a huge hand in the air, probably at least as big as a basketball court, swatted it down like a fly. Those poor hungry ghosts must have been wiped out!
After this Tathagata palm was struck down, everything in the world became pure. Lin Fengjin realized that the black mist in the distance had dissipated, revealing a door made of ferocious bones, which should be the entrance to the next level, so he
He walked over without hesitation, but when he was about to enter, Lin Fengjin suddenly felt that there was something to do, so he walked to the center of the square again under the control of instinct, and then wrote down the three words "鸸鸸 fear"
Then he turned around and left, heading to the second floor. After Lin Fengjin had walked seven or eight steps, he suddenly said in confusion:
"Why do I write these three words?"
If there are eminent monks who are proficient in Sanskrit, they will know that "鸸鸸 fear" is the Sanskrit transliteration of the first level among the eighteen levels of hell! It can only be seen in the first translated Buddhist scriptures...
....
With one move of the Tathagata Divine Palm, Lin Fengjin could be said to have used it all over the world, and was directly blasted into the eighth level of hell. This has already shocked the enemy Lin Fengjin has to face at this time: the weapon soul Kuang Yunyi
Yes, before he became a weapon soul, he was well-read. Wakawa's imagination and willpower are already beyond the reach of few people. Moreover, every time he kills a person in this picture, he can absorb that person's memory, so Kuang Yun means this
His wealth of knowledge and breadth of experience are completely astonishing.
However, his resistance on the first eight floors was completely defeated. What does this mean? The various powerful attack methods visualized by Kuang Yunyi are all powerful under the palm of the Tathagata imagined by Lin Fengjin!
Because the things you visualize are not random, they meet two major conditions. First, you must know the details and specific power of the thing you are visualizing. Second, you must believe that you have the ability to control this thing.
The power of things.
For example, if you visualize a nuclear warhead, this thing is probably very powerful, but you have to subconsciously believe that your attack is more powerful than the nuclear warhead. This is necessary and it is natural. Only then can you do this, and
If the winding is like this, you will most likely die first!
Why, because you will subconsciously feel that it is very dangerous for such a large nuclear warhead to explode so close to you. I will probably die from radiation injuries.
As long as you subconsciously have this idea, it will be very regrettable and you will really die.
This shows that this kind of competition between visualizations is actually extremely dangerous. In fact, it is a double-edged sword that can hurt others and possibly hurt yourself!
Lin Fengjin also felt that as he advanced, the enemy's control was getting stronger and stronger. According to Lin Fengjin's judgment, probably the first twelve levels of hell consumed not the real power of the weapon soul, but those
The resentment of the people he killed, as well as the accumulated Yin Qi, only after entering the last six levels can the original strength of this weapon soul be revealed.
In this way, when Lin Fengjin advanced to the tenth level of hell, it was already quite difficult, because what he visualized at this time was a summoned object: the Hulk.
This guy has only amazing strength. Faced with the flying witch imagined by the enemy who can transform into reality at any time, he really has a cannon to fight mosquitoes. The hero has no place to play. More importantly, Lin Fengjin
He realized that visualization was definitely not without cost. For example, his head was hurting right now, as if a small knife was filing back and forth on his nerves! The pain was really unbearable.
Just at this time, another thing that made matters worse happened. After Pan Yuming managed to stop the bleeding for a while, he suddenly found that the light on the surface of his wound had suddenly faded! The power of time exerted on him by Lin Fengjin was impressive.
Fading--Of course, Pan Yuming didn't think so. He felt that his treatment had finally taken effect.
So Mr. Pan had time to see if Lin Fengjin had died tragically among the treasures at the gate. He was shocked when he saw it! Not only was this bastard alive and well, he had already rushed into the tenth level.
A layer of hell, is this really a big deal?
So Mr. Pan immediately recited the secret method of his sect and immersed his mind in the picture. The more intuitive reaction was that Lin Fengjin was very unhappy to see that there was another flying flying sky.
The witches appeared. Two incorporeal flying witches who were good at flying beat the unlucky Hulk until he roared and couldn't take care of himself. Then the two monsters aimed at his own body and pounced...
Obviously, under such circumstances, Lin Fengjin's situation is quite unfavorable, or to be precise, the countdown to death is about to begin.
"Hey." Faced with this situation, Lin Fengjin let out a long sigh, and then said sincerely: "You could have lived a little longer, why are you rushing to seek death so quickly?"
Mr. Pan was immersed in the demon picture at this time. Of course he could hear Lin Fengjin's words. The flying demon girl he controlled couldn't help but let out a series of laughter:
"Really? You have one foot in the coffin and you still come here to say this to me. Are you out of your mind and crazy?"
Lin Fengjin looked up to the sky and smiled, and then he saw that the cat that had been lazily lying down and dozing next to him opened its eyes and looked back dissatisfied.