Willpower, commonly known as the sixth sense, is the fusion and strengthening of the five senses, and is a force that transforms passive into initiative.
The five senses are innate passive feelings. For example, seeing things visually is the first thing that can be seen because light enters the eyes. When you close your eyes, you can’t see anything.
The sixth sense vision is active viewing.
What is actively seeing?
For example, if the eyes can still see things when the five fingers are so dark that they are not visible. This is called night vision.
You can see what is behind through the wall, which is called perspective.
When you look far away, objects thousands of miles away are like in front of you, which is called the eyes of thousands of miles away.
The sand particles that penetrate into the dust are as huge as stars, which is called the art of giant vision.
Similarly, the hearing of the sixth sense is to actively hear, to hear with the wind, to know the heart, etc.
On the eve of the catastrophe, humans used so-called technology to achieve these things, and became addicted to them and fell deeper and deeper, so that they ignored them and abandoned all the things they called technology. Humans are actually nothing.
That's why when the catastrophe comes, those so-called "technology" things went on strike and they had no resistance.
However, after the catastrophe, the people who survived found the shortcut to obtain those five senses of activeness, that is, spiritual communication.
Everyone is secretive about how this method is passed down. Yang Shu naturally doesn't pay attention to the twists and turns for the time being. Now he just wants to be able to follow the practice method passed down and be able to succeed in psychic communication.
The cultivation of willpower is based on one's own insights, so it seems mysterious and mysterious.
Yang Shu had already calmed down at this time, and then closed his eyes and gradually entered the state.
An illusory feeling came, Yang Shu felt that he floated up, his body gradually lost its weight, and a feeling of laziness and weakness wandered all over his body.
This fatigue made Yang Shu feel a surge of energy in his body. This surge of energy wandered in his body. Yang Shu wanted to grab it and control it.
But this force gathers and dissipates sometimes, giving Yang Shu a feeling of nowhere to focus and nowhere to use force.
As the saying goes, power is actually the touch. The touch of picking up something weighing one pound is different from picking up something weighing ten pounds.
But these touches are passive because we took the thing first, so we had the corresponding weight touch.
The touch of willpower is active, which is often called "thinking objects, divine thoughts control swords, moving mountains and filling seas in one thought, etc.
For example, when Yang Shu and his team were competing for the Black Bull Spirit, they accelerated the burning of the spirit-induced incense, which is a manifestation of the touch of willpower.
If you want to break through the psychic, it is naturally not possible to rely solely on the touch of willpower, but it requires the integration and integration of the five senses, so those who are born to break through the psychic realm are so rare and precious.
Just as Yang Shu was calm and conscious of the touch, he vaguely heard some sounds, without a specific object of occurrence, and the sound was even extremely monotonous, so monotonous that it was difficult to describe in words.
At first, it was still small, but gradually the sound began to become louder. But whether it was the sound that created the power or the power that produced the sound, Yang Shu had more grasp of the mysterious touch in his perception.
And just when Yang Shu was still calm and unable to extricate himself in his cultivation and insight, abnormalities gradually appeared in this wasteland.
A fat man squatted on the edge of a swamp, cut a crocodile's neck in his hand, and then sucked blood from the wound with his mouth.
There were still a few bun-shaped things in the crocodile's mouth. The crocodile was curious for a moment and ate a few things that he had never seen before, but ended up losing his life.
Therefore, the unknown is the most terrifying, and this is not false at all!
After the man took a few sips of blood, his eyes closed and his willpower began to sense. He was originally indifferent, but then the man was shocked.
In his mouth with eyes closed and wide open, two buns could be stuffed into it.
Not long after, the man lowered his head, rubbed his chest with his hands, and said in disbelief: "I... Han Liuzi, have actually successfully communicated with others."
"I'm a psychic?"
"Haha! I'm a psychic!"
"I, Han Liuzi, finally become a psychic!!"
"No, I can't call Han Liuzi anymore, so what will I change my name?"
Han Liuzi looked down at the crocodile, thought for a while and then said loudly: "I will call him Han Yulong, the jade-faced flying dragon Han Yulong from now on."
Han Yulong lowered his head and kissed the dead crocodile on the head, and did not dislike the mud and water covered with it...
Aside from a huge sand pit, the three evil spirits of Zhang stood in three directions. The three of them were all wearing colors, and the two were the most miserable. One of the right arm had disappeared. At this time, it was just a simple bandage.
Just finished it.
Even so, Er Zhang was not idle at this time. The rest of his left hand was holding a rope, and there was a net-shaped object connected to the rope. Da Zhang and San Zhang were like him, holding a rope each.
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But compared to one hand, the one with one hand is naturally much more relaxed, so Er Zhang had to keep shouting: "You two work harder! I can't use my strength anymore."
In the sand pit, the fine sand rolled like waves. The net bag would sink a little shortly after the joint force of the three of them.
San Zhang looked at two, blinked a few times and said, "Second brother, you can wrap the rope around your waist a few times, so that it will save more effort. If you persist, we three brothers will definitely be able to catch this guy up.
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After hearing this, he didn't do it. He really wrapped the rope around his waist three times. This time it was really labor-saving, but he didn't notice that he was closer to the sand pit.
And on the ground not far from the sand pit, there was a male corpse lying, but the male corpse had no limbs and the broken mouth was very neat, with his eyes almost protruding to his eye sockets, and his face was full of horror.
A few steps away from the male corpse, there was a female corpse lying with a beautiful face, ragged clothes, messy lower body, and a big hole in her chest, as if something had been taken away...
A man whose cheeks were swollen to the point where his eyes were squeezed smaller, looked at a fist-sized unicorn fairy who sometimes appeared on his palms and sometimes disappeared, and finally laughed...
On a pile of weeds, a man was lying on it. Below his body was a woman tied up with a straw rope and had some rags stuffed into her mouth. The woman was constantly struggling.
At this moment, a huge butterfly flew over, as if curious about the movement of the two of them, and kept flying beside the man's sight. The man stood up and closed his hands, directly lined up the butterfly into specimens.
He shook the specimen to the ground and looked at the residue in his hand. The man frowned and chuckled and wiped it on the woman's remaining clothes.
But what surprised the man was that even if he touched the woman's skin, the woman would not move. If he had not seen the woman's still undulating chest, the man would have thought the woman was dead.
The man was about to do something unfinished again, but he found that the woman below smiled strangely, and then saw grass clippings flying around, and his palms flashed towards him.
The man's body suddenly turned into dozens of pieces, and the sky was full of red dyed the woman's body red.
The woman stood up, shook her clothes, and quietly looked at the same huge butterfly still flying in the grass for a while, and the woman poked her hand out again at the fragments on the ground.
The palm shadows flew, butterflies flew out, and their wings opened and closed, and those pieces were seen into pieces...
Pulling off the rag from his mouth and looking at the palms dripping with red liquid, the woman murmured to herself: "Is it a colorful butterfly? It's better to call the red butterfly beautiful!"
The woman turned and left, a huge butterfly flew around her and accompanied her...
At the watchtower, the white-haired old man suddenly straightened his upper body and looked towards the wasteland. His pupils spread from small to large like waves. When he was frozen, he was stunned as if he saw something incredible, and his fingers hit the back of the chair were also
He was frozen there. If he didn't look closely, the whole person and the chair would be like a wooden carving.
After a long time, the old man lay down again, raised his hand and waved it outside, and then placed it on the back of the chair and tapped it gently.
But this time there was no rhythm, no rhythm, and only rush.
No one noticed that a leaf grew on the vine protruding on the outer wall of the watchtower and another leaf was missing...