Once upon a time there was a demon pass

In the room, the dust on the ground moves automatically without wind, and a strong sense of oppression sweeps the room.

Zhao Zicheng, who was always on guard all the time, aimed at the middle-aged man's eyebrows without hesitation and pulled the trigger, and the bullets shot out.

But when there was only an inch between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, the bullet stopped in place out of thin air, no matter how it rotated, it still couldn't break through the last line of defense.

Neither Yu Sheng nor Zhao Zicheng felt any energy or law fluctuations during this period.

That middle age is still mediocre!

"Yu Sheng, will you retreat or not?"

Seeing that the bullet could not penetrate the middle-aged man, Zhao Zicheng put away the sniper rifle, looked at Yu Sheng's back and shouted.

Yu Sheng still didn't make a move, but calmly held the hammer and looked at the middle-aged man.

On the hammer, the six spar faintly emitted a faint light.

"Wait."

Yu Sheng spoke softly, arching his body slightly.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the middle-aged man was gently moving from the first eyelids to his fingers, and the rest of his life, which was close to him, seemed to have heard the sound of blood flowing in the middle-aged body.

The sound was loud, like a surging river.

Then...

is the heart.

Every time the middle-aged heart beats, it sounds like a thundering drum. Just listening to this sound for the rest of my life, I feel the energy in my body is constantly surging, and my breathing is unstable.

"Yu Sheng, retreat!"

Zhao Zicheng's face was flushed, and the sniper rifle was propped up on the ground as a support point, holding it tightly to prevent himself from falling down. He gritted his teeth and said while looking at Yu Sheng.

There were bloodshot eyes in Yu Sheng's eyes, but his gaze was still fixed on the middle-aged man, as if he was judging and analyzing something.

"You retreat first!"

Due to the short distance, Yu Sheng felt the strongest sense of oppression at this time. He took a deep breath, barely suppressed his disordered breath, and said.

"I can..."

Zhao Zicheng shook his head vigorously, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.

"retreat!"

"Look at the door, there's too much movement here!"

Yu Sheng spoke again, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Zhao Zicheng was silent, and finally took a few steps back in embarrassment, and left the room.

The moment he walked out of the room, the sense of oppression suddenly disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yu Sheng who was still struggling in the room, gritted his teeth, turned around, guarded the door, and stared into the distance.

"In just half a minute, the strength of my physical body seems to have...become higher..."

"Even the energy in the body becomes more pure..."

After the pressure disappeared, Zhao Zicheng finally paid attention to the situation in his body, thoughtfully, looked at the building where the monsters invaded from afar, and found that they were not attracted by this place at all, he got into it again, and Close the door.

Yu Sheng noticed that Zhao Zicheng had gone and returned, and was a little puzzled, so he tried his best to turn his head and look at him.

But Zhao Zicheng didn't have the strength to speak anymore, he just reluctantly used the sniper rifle as a lure, and kept approaching the middle-aged man step by step, trying to make himself more oppressed.

If you realize something for the rest of your life, you will no longer care about Zhao Zicheng, but stare at the middle-aged man.

Time goes by.

The invisible pressure in the room is getting bigger and bigger.

When Zhao Zicheng was still ten meters away from middle age, he couldn't get any closer. For the rest of his life, as the breath of middle age became stronger and stronger, he stepped back one meter and maintained it at about four meters.

Vaguely, it seemed that the breathing of the middle-aged man could be heard.

he...

Waking up is only one step away.

Neither Zhao Zicheng nor Yu Sheng had the strength to speak, and the energy in their bodies was constantly being compressed, purified, and compressed again.

The blood flow speeded up, and the strength of the physical body continued to surge, as if someone picked up a hammer and used them as weapons to forge them.

It can be said that they are making themselves stronger every second!

Even Zhao Zicheng had an illusion that after going out, he hanged and beat Mu Yu.

Of course, whether this illusion will become a reality is open to question.

The heartbeat of the middle-aged people became more and more rapid, as if a piece of music reached its climax, the drums became more and more intensive, and the effect of physical exercise doubled again at this time!

Zhao Zicheng couldn't bear it at first, his skin cracked, and blood beads appeared from his pores.

Yu Sheng looked slightly better, but his face was still pale.

"I... top... no... stop..."

"First..."

"retreat..."

Zhao Zicheng suddenly let go of his own strength, flew upside down, landed on the ground outside the door, and sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist.

He raised his head vigilantly and looked around. The figure of the monster race never appeared, but the building in the distance burst out a strong monster aura again.

Zhao Zicheng panted heavily, managed to get up from the ground, took out a pill from his pocket, put it in his mouth, sat cross-legged at the door, sorted out his own energy, and let it flow continuously in his body like a torrential river. scour.

"According to this progress, the energy for promoting Liujue will be replenished soon."

"The only thing missing is the understanding of the rules."

"As long as I touch the power of rules, the six senses... I can step in in a moment."

Zhao Zicheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he looked back into the room, sitting on the chair all the time, the middle-aged man with his eyes closed, his eyes were already full of shock.

What kind of existence is this guy.

Just the sense of oppression in oneself can make one's strength soar.

This is something that the human race Jiujue cannot do.

In other words, Jiujue of the human race may not necessarily be weaker than him, and even in terms of combat, the diversity will be stronger, but the most basic cultivation system itself is completely different.

At least when Jiujue's energy is exhausted, or if he is approached by a middle-aged man, then for Jiujue, his life may be in danger.

Of course, it is extremely difficult to exhaust Jiujue's energy.

Back then, the second-generation ancestor of the human race guarded the city gate with one man and one sword. After fighting for an unknown period of time, his energy was not exhausted, and he died of exhaustion in the end.

Which one is strong and which is weak, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees wisdom.

But generally speaking, this kind of physical fighter who has pushed his physical fitness to the limit may be able to exert greater power on the battlefield.

Is it...

Is this the kind of cultivation method that Yu Mo is looking for?

But it is too late to start practicing now?