I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 562

Han Dong sat cross-legged in front of the obelisk. The next moment, eight spiritual tentacles, like eight tails, emerged from Han Dong's back. The seven or eight-meter-long spiritual tentacles kept waving in the air, looking extremely terrifying.

One is condensed like black fog, one is completely condensed by lightning, and the other is condensed by joints of white bones. The other tentacles of mental power are all translucent.

These tentacles all seep into the void, the only difference is that the tentacles condensed by the black mist penetrated into the nightmare world through the void, the tentacles condensed by thunder and lightning penetrated into the world of Asgard through the void, and the last tentacle condensed by the bones is Dive into the nether world through the void.

For a moment, the tide-like pure spiritual power poured into Han Dong's sea of ​​consciousness through three tentacles of spiritual power that had already transformed. After a while, there was a torrent of rain in the sea of ​​consciousness. Soon, the spiritual sea below It has already overflowed and began to impact the surroundings continuously.

Surrounding the spiritual sea was thick fog like a wall. Han Dong, who was in the third level of the Rainbow Light Realm, had reached 160 nine points of mental power, and the area of ​​the spiritual sea in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be more than an acre and a half.

The rippling spiritual sea constantly impacted the surrounding dense fog, grinding away them like a millstone. Every time it expanded, Han Dong's strength could be improved by one point.

If Han Dong could calm down and practice, it would take at most a week to upgrade from the third level of the Rainbow Light Realm to the fourth level of the Rainbow Light Realm!
It's a pity that this time Han Dong was trying to cultivate the Nine Netherworld thoughts. When he was meditating on the Tentacles of the Abyss, Han Dong deliberately put all his energy and attention on the Tentacles of the Bone Netherworld.

Soon, the other tentacles of spiritual power gradually faded away, leaving only one white bone tentacles, still continuously absorbing the power of the world from the nether world.

It's a pity that this huge power of the nether world has been transformed into a harmless spiritual power to Han Dong through the tentacles of the ghost world. The power of the netherworld after direct capture.

Han Dong let go of his mind, and the effect of the meditation thoughts of the abyss tentacles began to gradually decrease. When the other seven tentacles of spiritual power were faint, leaving only the ghost tentacles of bones, Han Dong gritted his teeth and started to activate the nine ghost thoughts.

It is just Han Dong's conjecture to use the two meditation methods at the same time, and it is very dangerous. If one is not careful, not to mention that Han Dong is only in the Rainbow Light Realm, even if he is a strong person in the Broken Star Realm, if he is not careful, the Sea of ​​Consciousness will explode directly Lose.

However, at this time, the abyssal tentacles meditation only kept the bone ghost tentacles, and the effects of other spiritual tentacles had been reduced to the limit. In other words, Han Dong only used less than [-]% of the abyss tentacles meditation at most.

"Let's start, success or failure depends on it!" Han Dong frowned involuntarily, gritted his teeth, and made the final decision.

In an instant, a bone-chilling chill emerged from Han Dong's body, and his originally rosy cheeks instantly turned pale, with a hint of gray at the same time.

However, at the next moment, the Bone Nether Tentacle seemed to sense something. With a sudden wave in the air, it wrapped tightly around Han Dong's body several times, firmly protecting Han Dong.

More than 90.00% of the breath of the undead absorbed by Jiu Youming's thoughts were absorbed by this bone ghost tentacles, leaving only [-]% for Han Dong to maintain his thoughts.

For undead creatures, only [-]% of the breath of the undead is left. The efficiency of this kind of meditation can be said to be extremely low. Only those low-level skeleton soldiers who don't understand anything will use this efficiency. Undead creatures with a little bit of pursuit will dismiss this kind of meditation method.

But for Han Dong, the weakened version of Jiuyouming's idea, which is so weak, is the most suitable existence for him. After all, he is not an undead creature, but a living creature through and through!
"It's done!"

A quarter of an hour later, a smile finally appeared on Han Dong's face. Although his cheeks were still pale and scary, they did not continue to deteriorate.

Now Han Dong is working with one mind and two purposes. On the one hand, he is maintaining the idea of ​​meditation with the lowest efficiency. To put it bluntly, he is maintaining the existence of the ghost tentacles of the bones. The excess breath of undead makes my body not overwhelmed, and completely transforms into an undead creature.

However, to ensure the realization of Jiu Youming's ideas, Han Dong still had to absorb some undead breath himself. Although he was able to completely digest these undead breaths with his current strength, he still felt extremely painful during the meditation process.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, because of Nine Nether's thought, a gray aura appeared, floating in the entire space of the sea of ​​consciousness like a cloud.

These gray breaths want to fall into the spiritual sea and merge with the spiritual sea, but they are rejected by the spiritual sea, and they cannot be integrated no matter what.

After a while, these gray breaths floated towards the sky again. At this time, in Han Dong's sea of ​​consciousness, most of the sky was dark, only a few areas were shining with stars.

These gray auras did not dare to fly towards the areas where the stars were shining, but could only drift towards another area that had never been lit by stars.

There was a painful look on Han Dong's face. Although most of the breath of the undead was absorbed by the bones and ghost tentacles and transformed into spiritual power, the rest was enough for Han Dong to drink a pot.

If the previous feeling was a thousand cuts, then now it feels like there are millions of ants crawling under your skin, the slight sting is mixed with indescribable itching, the pain is not weaker than The feeling when fully displaying the Nine Nether Thoughts.

Han Dong gritted his teeth and persisted. The undead state of his body only lasted for a short while, and was completely eliminated by a touch of golden light. In desperation, Han Dong could only adjust the absorption rate of the bones and ghostly tentacles to release more undead breath for use. Resist the golden body of Arhat.

Finally, after continuing to use the Nine Nether Thoughts for about an hour, the Bone Nether Tentacle suddenly seemed to have self-awareness. With a "shua", it bounced out from around Han Dong's body, and then inserted straight towards the obelisk behind him. go.

thump~
There was a muffled sound, as if a huge copper bell had been struck. The sound was dull, and Han Dong's ears were buzzing. This time, Han Dong was not mentally prepared, it was like a blow to the head, which almost made him stop. Meditation idea.

At this time, the ghost tentacles of the bones had pierced into the obelisk, but it did not damage the obelisk at all. It was like a phantom, sinking into the obelisk.

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(End of this chapter)