The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 81: Suppression! Tempering! Is this mortal?

It’s no wonder that the leader of the Small Immortal Sect thinks too much.

The status of a domain lord is so transcendent that even if two Saint Kings fight each other, it is unlikely that he will take it seriously.

But now, for the sake of a small mortal disciple, he actually sent a message to him personally, and even tried to suppress it deliberately?

"hiss"

Thinking deeply and terrified, Miao Ba took a deep breath, and his gaze towards Su Changqing suddenly changed.

No matter what, the one who can compete with the Domain Lord is definitely not an ordinary person!

"Activate the Holy Level Pressure of Tongtian Road. Don't let others get affected. Let the leading young man slow down!"

Without delay, Miao Ba immediately sent a message to the elder of Xiaoxian Sect who was evaluating in secret.

……

"Awesome! Is that a magical power?"

"He has realized the magical power at such a young age! A-level! He must be A-level!"

"Even if I can't withstand the pressure of the Saint level later, I have already given it the first-class grade! No one can help it!"

In the darkness of the Top Prodigy Road, a white-bearded elder from a small immortal sect looked excitedly at Su Changqing below.

Although the traces of Su Changqing's magical powers were covered up by Su Nan.

But this elder is the evaluator of this road. Although Sunan covered it up quickly, he still noticed it at the first time.

This discovery immediately astonished the white-bearded old man.

He knew that there would be many geniuses gathering today. After all, those who came here were from the top forces in the Southern Region.

But he never imagined that there would be someone so talented as to comprehend supernatural powers!

"If we accept a disciple later, we must not let other elders snatch him away!"

The white-bearded elder is full of fighting spirit.

But just as he made the decision, the sect leader's message rang in his ears.

"What? Activate Saint-level pressure in advance? Reduce its speed? And only target one person?"

"hiss"

The white-bearded elder took a deep breath, and his gaze towards Su Changqing suddenly changed.

The leader of this small immortal sect, Miao Ba, is a quasi-emperor who was invited by the Territory Lord.

The Miao family and the Su family have been friends for generations. When the Small Immortal Sect was first established, the Territory Lord specially invited Miao Ba to maintain order.

Such a peerless strong man, no matter in terms of background or strength, is the best in the Southern Region.

But in the end, they actually did not hesitate to bully the weak and deliberately targeted a young man who had just joined the sect?
"Could it be that this person has a grudge against the Miao family?"

The white-bearded elder's expression became solemn, and the character "甲" that was about to be engraved on the list also paused.

Are you kidding? He will have to work under the sect leader in the future and he can't offend the sect leader because of this matter.

Without hesitation, he pinched his fingertips and the pressure on the road to heaven was suddenly released.

……

On the road to heaven.

Su Changqing closed his eyes, a smile on his lips, and took a step forward. The surrounding scenery began to recede behind him madly.

He didn't know where he was at the moment, his mind was completely immersed in the mysterious and complex Buddhist scriptures.

The pleasure of constantly understanding the nature of heaven and earth, and the star-like "space nodes" around him completely intoxicated him.

But suddenly, a huge pressure came down from the front!
The pressure was so strong that it was like a mountain looming over you, heavy as hell.

Su Changqing, who was moving forward at a very fast speed, stopped directly on the spot under the powerful pressure.

"Is this what the rules call Saint-level pressure?"

"So strong."

Su Changqing was startled, opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to keep himself from being overwhelmed.

He looked around, and when he found that there was only clouds floating around but no one was there, he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

"There's no one here. It seems I'm still at the back."

Su Changqing looked up at the jade steps leading to heaven in front of him, his expression full of tenacity.

"We have to speed up. Even if we can't catch up with the others, we can't fall too far behind!"

After saying this, Su Changqing, under the tremendous pressure, began to move forward slowly step by step.

The Saint-level pressure was too strong, and he couldn't use the 'Shrinking the Earth' technique even if he wanted to.

But gradually Su Changqing discovered that the pressure released by this Tongtian Road did not seem to be exerted on the physical body, but on the soul's sea of ​​consciousness.

In other words, the tremendous pressure was not imposed by the outside world, but was caused by the oppression of one's will, which made it difficult to move forward.

"My soul deceived my body, so the pressure increased." "If my soul adapts to this pressure, then my body will not feel the pressure?"

Su Changqing walked forward step by step, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.

He began to gradually relax himself and no longer resisted the powerful pressure that was falling upon him.

In an instant, his body shook and ripples appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The omnipresent Saint-level pressure, without the resistance of "consciousness", fell directly into the sea of ​​consciousness.

boom!
The vast sea of ​​consciousness suddenly surged with huge waves, Su Changqing felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

But he gritted his teeth, withstood the tremendous pressure, and slowly began to adapt to the ever-emerging overwhelming pressure.

Ordinary people would definitely not dare to do this, because no one dares to let things enter their sea of ​​consciousness easily.

If something unexpected happens in this extremely fragile soul center, the whole person will instantly become an idiot.

Only a novice cultivator like Su Changqing would be so bold as to use his sea of ​​consciousness to resist the pressure from a Saint.

This kind of behavior is called tempering spiritual consciousness in the cultivation world!

Only cultivators who have achieved success in cultivation will guide external objects to suppress their own sea of ​​consciousness, thereby making their own spiritual consciousness more condensed.

But this kind of practice cannot last long, after all, human's 'energy, spirit' is limited.

Once that limit is exceeded, one's consciousness will be exhausted and one will fall into a coma.

And Su Changqing should have done the same.

But just when his spiritual consciousness was about to be exhausted.
boom!
The giant golden sword that stood in the center of Su Changqing's sea of ​​consciousness, towering over the sky, suddenly shook.

Endless divine golden holy light illuminated the entire sea of ​​consciousness, and the constantly surging holy pressure was actually cut off by a single sword!
The scattered pressure permeated the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

However, Su Changqing discovered that under the suppression of the Saint-level pressure, the giant golden sword was actually slowly merging with his sea of ​​consciousness?

……

The Small Immortal Sect is above the sky.

"Chang Qing has never practiced before. Isn't this Saint-level pressure too strong?"

Looking at Su Changqing lying motionless below, Su Nan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

His aura was always monitoring Su Changqing's condition. If anything went wrong, he would immediately dispel the Saint-level pressure.

"This Saint-level pressure is based on willpower, not cultivation."

Wu Jiuling drank a sip of wine, without even looking down, and said with a drunken smile:
"It's not a big problem, as long as you don't open your sea of ​​consciousness and adapt to it."

Before he could finish his words, Su Nan on the side suddenly became furious and cursed.

"Fuck! How dare you, you kid, open your sea of ​​consciousness and save your life!"

Wu Jiuling, who was standing next to him, changed his expression when he heard this and looked down.

Open the sea of ​​consciousness in the face of Saint-level pressure?
But how could the ordinary Su Changqing withstand it?

But just when Su Nan was about to make a move, Wu Jiuling let out a light exclamation.
"He actually blocked it? Is his spiritual power so strong?"

Su Nan on the side was also stunned. Logically speaking, the mortal sea of ​​consciousness could never withstand the pressure of the saint level.

But now, Su Changqing not only held on, but was also trying to temper his spiritual consciousness?
"Changqing, you also know this?" Su Nan was silent.

He has been with Changqing for twenty years, but now he finds that he doesn't seem to understand his son at all.

Of course, this is not Su Nan’s fault, because he had no idea what happened in Jinyuan.

After accepting the inheritance of the Sword Emperor Sect, Su Changqing's sea of ​​consciousness had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"It's a good thing to be able to temper your spiritual consciousness."

Although he was puzzled, Sunan still breathed a sigh of relief.

"When Chang Qing finds that his spiritual consciousness is consumed too much and he cannot adapt, he will naturally..."

Before Su Nan finished speaking, Wu Jiuling, who was standing beside him, stared at the ground below and suddenly uttered a cry of horror.

"He actually took the initiative to absorb the Saint-level pressure?"

"Fuck! Are you kidding me? You can still use magical powers like this?"

Sunan was stunned when he heard this, and when he looked down, he was stunned.

Su Changqing, who had been struggling to walk just now, was running wildly again under the pressure of the saint.

One step, and the mountains and rivers change dramatically!
That extreme speed was actually exactly the same as before, and it was even getting faster and faster!

Su Nan and Wu Jiuling were both confused, and the same idea came to their minds at the same time.

Could this Saint-level pressure be fake?
The clan leader Miao Ba, who has always been paying attention to Su Changqing, and the white-bearded elder.

At this moment, looking at the figure rushing wildly under the pressure of the Saint level, he opened his mouth wide and looked confused.

Is this fucking ordinary?

(End of this chapter)