Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

the next day……

The sky had just dawned, the clouds and fog were very light, and there were still bursts of moisture. But at this moment, in an open space outside the town, there was a strong figure.

His figure is as graceful as a swimming dragon, his movements are vigorous, and a long spear exuding brilliance is holding up gorgeous spear flowers in his hand.

As the morning sun emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, a faint fish belly white rose in the distance in the east, and the figure finally stopped...

Taking back the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun in his hand, Yang Pojun slowly closed his eyes and at the same time exhaled a long breath of turbid air in his body.

What is going wrong?

Closing his eyes slightly, Yang Pojun secretly asked himself in his heart!

It's been more than a month...

Why has my cultivation been stagnant?

This is something that has never happened before!

Yang Pojun felt very confused. Ever since he escaped from Bibi Dong's clutches, his cultivation level had been stagnant at around level 39.

In the past, even if Yang Wudi and the others deliberately suppressed their cultivation speed, their bodies seemed to be like a magnet, automatically absorbing the energy around them.

But now...

For more than a month, even though he meditated hard every night, his soul power was like a pool of stagnant water, and he had never been able to increase it by one point.

Originally, Yang Pojun didn't feel anything unusual, and felt that it might be the sequelae of recovering from a serious illness.

However, as time passed, Yang Pojun finally felt that something was not right...

At first he thought that Bibi Dong had done something to him, but he soon rejected his guess.

There is nothing strange about her body, and Bibi Dong doesn't need to do this at all...

But other than that, what else could be the reason?

"Pah...pah...pah... Such exquisite marksmanship. My eyes were opened today. I never expected that a martial spirit without soul skills could perform such a gorgeous move!"

Yang Pojun opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man walking over with a smile.

"Your Majesty!"

"Well, you almost killed Zhao Wuji with this strange shooting technique yesterday, right?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I really didn't expect that the Po Clan would have such a unique skill, but..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly flashed slightly, he looked Yang Pojun up and down, and frowned thoughtfully!

"Senior, what's the problem?"

"Well, there is indeed a problem!"

The middle-aged man stared at Yang Pojun with a serious expression: "If I guessed correctly, you may have encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation, right?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words explaining his situation, Yang Pojun's pupils suddenly solidified, his heart palpitated, and the muscles all over his body tensed uncontrollably, and then slowly relaxed.

"How does Your Majesty know?"

After recovering from the brief shock, Yang Pojun looked at the middle-aged man with a wry smile.

Nodding slightly, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and commented proudly: "It's very simple, there is no murderous intent in your gun!"

"murderous look?"

Yang Pojun was stunned. It was impossible. At that time, Yang Wudi had praised his gun for having murderous intent. Why did he say that his gun had no murderous intent?

Gradually, the middle-aged man's gentle expression became serious, and his deep eyes became sharp.

"That's right, although your marksmanship looks extremely gorgeous, I can't feel a trace of chilling energy in you.

According to rumors, Yang Wudi of the Broken Clan claims that one shot can cause death or rebirth. Logically speaking, you are of the same line, and your gun should be full of sharpness, but you give me the feeling of being clumsy.

This feeling is very strange, like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out, and it is only superficial, or like a frightened rabbit, which is cowering.

Hide its edge, hide its sharpness, avoid its brilliance, hide its power!

Although your marksmanship looks deadly, your mind is not firm at all.

Hesitant to take out the gun, timid, not seeking merit, but seeking no faults, you seem to be afraid of something in your heart.

Gu</span>has covered up its edge and lost its indomitable momentum. You...have lost yourself! "

Looking at the middle-aged man with a blank expression, Yang Pojun quickly analyzed the meaning of the middle-aged man's words.

What am I afraid of?

Have I lost myself?

Suddenly, it seemed as if something had been caught.

Yang Pojun's face suddenly turned extremely pale, his body suddenly trembled, his heart suddenly accelerated, and adrenaline was secreted.

For a moment, he felt the hair on his back stand up, and his pores felt like fine needles were being pierced.

Scared?

Haha, aren’t you just afraid?

Although he didn't want to admit it, the middle-aged man's words were like a piece of biting ice, instantly shattering Yang Pojun's inner defense!

Think about what you have experienced in the past few months, and then think about your own state of mind...

At this moment, Yang Pojun felt that his limbs were extremely cold!

What was it like for you at the beginning, and what is your mentality now?

In the beginning, I was fearless and energetic. Even if I faced the threat of death, I would never give in!

But now?

Since breaking away from Bibi Dong's clutches, his mentality has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is no longer sharp and high-spirited.

All that's left is to think about how to grow insignificantly and survive in the cracks in a world filled with strong men!

I originally thought I was looking away, but now it seems that I was just covering my ears and making a high-sounding excuse for my inner fear——

It's not that I'm looking away, but that I'm afraid...

I am afraid of death, I am suppressing my inner fear, I am cowardly escaping from the setbacks that failure brings to me!

Why has my cultivation level stagnated?

Because I have lost my original intention!

What are the beliefs of the Broken Clan?

Wherever the spear is pointed, it will come out with one shot, and there will be death but no life!

Having abandoned the faith I had always had and fearing death, I can no longer ignite the everlasting fireworks in my heart!

The place of righteousness, the direction of the heart, the point of the spear, there is death but no life——

Suddenly, Yang Pojun felt his soul tremble slightly, and something in his heart seemed to be broken instantly!

The originally frowning brows relaxed, a smile gradually bloomed on his face, and his eyes softened!

His eyes are no longer confused, and his heart is no longer hesitant!

Close your eyes again, inhale slowly through your nose, and then exhale slowly from your mouth, inhale continuously, exhale slightly!

When you are old, you will be strong, and you would rather move your heart with a gray head; when you are poor, you will become strong, and you will not fall into the clouds!

After figuring everything out, Yang Pojun felt that his body was so relaxed, and even the air he breathed into his body was slightly sweet!

Slowly opening his eyes, abandoning the shackles in his heart, there was a hint of wisdom in his eyes!

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Yang Pojun felt that he had regained his original feeling!

The heart has no fear, the mind has no thoughts, the thoughts have no filters, and the thoughts are meaningless!

I am still afraid of death, but I am no longer afraid of death!

If we could go back in time, then, given my current state of mind, neither Ma Hongjun nor Dai Mubai would be able to walk out of the town alive.

As for Zhao Wuji, I would never mind burning my life again to fight to the death with him!

If I had to use one sentence to describe Yang Pojun's current mentality, it would probably be - Brother Jun never causes trouble. Once he does, it's not a trouble, it's an accident!