The seven-story steps on the second floor of the tower lead to the third floor.

There is a ball of light on each step. Each step breaks, which can improve a sense of consciousness. However, the duration is limited, and it will consume your energy when used.

However, it is not that simple to climb up the steps. To meet certain conditions, simply put, it is to improve the acquired perception to a certain extent.

This is the rule that Chen Qian once summarized.

The reason why it was said to be the past is because now, this rule has been broken!

After barely splitting a trace of consciousness and exploring it into the consciousness tower, Chen Qian saw that there was a light ball missing on the steps on the second floor of the consciousness tower.

The sixth step was empty, and the light ball that was originally floating on it was gone.

And as the light ball burst, a new sense enhancement was blessed on Chen Qian.

"This sixth type should be..."

Chen Qian recalled the three abilities he had already obtained. The first is the improvement of taste that acts on the tongue consciousness, the second is the improvement of smell that acts on the nose consciousness, and the third is the improvement of hearing that acts on the ear consciousness.

As for the remaining three light balls, Chen Qian also speculated that the answer is actually very simple. Judging from the effects of the first three, the remaining three perceptions are about to emerge...

"Awareness?"

Chen Qian murmured to himself, feeling the various information feedback from the whole body. This was not a straightforward data feedback like a simulated person, but a change in flesh and blood and bones directly felt by consciousness.

Even the waves of cold and heat opposing in the dantian, the slight changes in the fire breath and vital energy, and the frequency of the gathering, dispersion and separation of the cold seeds, all clearly appear in Chen Qian's senses.

At the same time, Chen Qianneng felt that the little left of his mind was quickly consumed.

"This tower of consciousness...can you understand what I said?"

A thought suddenly popped up in Chen Qian's mind.

Just now, Chen Qian conveyed his thoughts with his thoughts and forced him to retreat from the Tower of Consciousness to interfere in his affairs.

The tower of consciousness spontaneously absorbs cold seeds, which seems to be a trivial matter to others. When encountering people with weak minds, they may even be secretly happy and think that they have obtained a protective treasure.

But in Chen Qian's view, it was an act of overstepping power. Originally, the appearance of the tower of consciousness inexplicably made him feel aggrieved, but he had no choice but to strengthen his original intention and treat the tower of consciousness as a tool.

Now that the Tower of Consciousness comes uninvited, he wants to collect the cold seed back. Although Chen Qian can escape danger because of this, this behavior seems to be like a nanny in his opinion. If he becomes a habit and waits for the Tower of Consciousness to deal with it whenever there is danger, then there is no need to go to the road of martial arts.

Moreover, if the tower of consciousness fails to work one day, it will be immediately knocked back to its original form.

What is a tool?

Tools are held in the hands of people, which can complete work and tasks more easily. They are tools that command, rather than tools that operate on their own.

Using simulators to analyze martial arts, feedback data, and use short-term awareness improvement to capture opportunities, these are very helpful to Chen Qian, and there is no need to deny it, but this does not mean that his martial arts will have no way out if he leaves the consciousness tower.

It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach them.

Just like at this moment, Chen Qianben was in a difficult balance conflict with hot and cold, and had already vaguely grasped some tricks. At this time, the improvement of consciousness and perception allowed him to instantly grasp the fine changes in his dantian, and grasped the balance point that he should have tried many times and tried carefully before he could find it.

With the fine sensing of the fire breath and the seeds of cold air, the precise control of the oscillation of muscles and bones is driven by the resonance of vibrations. The distance between hot and cold gradually moves to a clever interval, just like the earth and the moon, attracting each other. Although they are still ready to move, they restrain each other and maintain balance.

It was not until this time that Chen Qian breathed a sigh of relief and took back his attention, which was considered to have escaped for the time being.

However, this is only temporary. Even though the two can live quietly in the dantian, as Chen Qian's natal true energy grows, changes will occur in the dantian and break the balance.

"We must find a suitable exercise as soon as possible. If we cannot take into account the yin and yang attributes, we can only use internal strength to transfer both cold and heat at the same time."

Shaking his head, Chen Qian dissipated his consciousness that had been lifted to the extreme. Maintaining consciousness improvement consumed too much. In just a few breaths, he was almost exhausted and his face turned pale.

This is also because he has fought fiercely and his energy was exhausted too much. We must try to make up for it below.

Chen Qian's eyes turned and he glanced at the immortal scholar beside him.

The body of the Immortal Scholar no longer trembled, but his body was covered with cracks, and wisps of light smoke floated out of the cracks, and the cold air was raging.

Perhaps the toxin that shakes the foundation of qi and blood is too domineering, and the living dead do not know how to heal, expel poison, and other strange things like the previous broken limb replantation are all caused by their instinct. However, when this instinct fails, the entire body of the immortal scribe loses its remaining vitality and collapses to the ground and cannot move.

Chen Qian stared at him for a while before he suddenly understood the other party's condition.

"My injuries are aggravated and I am not energetic. I need to take some rest. But there are living dead people everywhere in the city. If you want to avoid being disturbed, you must find such a living dead person with a higher class. The scribe is paralyzed. Although his body is full of toxins and cannot absorb the essence of qi and blood, it is just half-dead. He can drive away the living dead people in low-level ways. Moreover, he cannot move, and does not need to break the joints and bones specifically for easy carrying..."

Thinking to himself, Chen Qian picked up the immortal scholar, pulled up the rust knife, walked slowly shakingly, and left the battle loft.

It is worth mentioning that as he walked, several living dead people who had originally gathered on the periphery hurriedly left, as if they were frightened.

Of course, they were not afraid of Chen Qian, but were forced by the immortal scribes in Chen Qian's hands.

Chen Qian had already expected it, but was not surprised.

Now his injuries have worsened, his mind is exhausted, and the damage on his legs is becoming more and more obvious. In addition, Chen Qian vaguely realized that there may be real territory between these special living dead people, and they cannot easily cross the boundary, otherwise they will attract attacks.

Considering this, Chen Qian didn't walk too far, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked to a remote museum. He stopped, walked into the building, took out a pill from his arms, and swallowed it in one bite.

Muscle bone pill.

This pill is used to treat trauma. When Chen Qian fell to the attic, he planned to calm down the poison in his body a little, so he quickly moved it. He waited to find a secluded place and then take medicine to heal the wound, but he did not expect that he was disrupted by the sudden undead scholar.

The effect of the muscle bone pill is amazing. But just as soon as he took it, Chen Qian clearly felt that the medicine was dispersed and gathered in several places where the injuries were seriously injured.

The injury is recovering at a speed that ordinary people can perceive.

Soon, Chen Qian's spirit was refreshed.

After breathing a long sigh, Chen Qian sighed in his heart that he had finally temporarily relieved some of his internal troubles, but there were still some external troubles...

"Apart from the living dead people all over the city, the servant Li Yingming who is unknown where he is, and the demon of the Pure Land Sect, my biggest external trouble now is..."

His eyes fell on the rust knife beside him.

"We need to find a suitable time to solve this hidden danger."

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Tomorrow, the third update will continue to break out. If the first update is, it should be in the morning.

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