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I was cheated by this bastard again.

Yan Xiaobei was so amazed and crying, and was filled with anger. He wanted to drag the bastard out of his head and whip it hard, so that the bastard could know how powerful he was. Is it fun to cheat himself every time?

But he has no time to take care of these things now.

The burning of vitality of the body made Yan Xiaobei feel in pain, but the growth of his soul made Yan Xiaobei feel the pleasure of floating in the air after taking poison.

Two different feelings meet in the body at the same time and rise at the same time. The wonderful feeling makes Yan Xiaobei feel pain and happy. The tendons and veins in his body must bulge, break through the skin and explode outside.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It lasted for more than half an hour before these two wonderful feelings gradually faded. He was spread softly on the ground like a pool of mud, sweating all over, his clothes were soaked, and he didn't want to move for a moment.

Too desperate.

He almost died in this state of ecstasy. Yan Xiaobei swore that he would never kill this person in the future, and no matter what this bastard said, he would not believe it easily.

"The effect is good." The mysterious voice was very satisfied with this transformation, and even the sound was a little lighter.

"I'll try it."

Yan Xiaobei's eyes narrowed, and an invisible force flew out like a shell, and with a sound of touch, it directly sank the ceiling. Yan Xiaobei estimated that the power of this punch was no less than five tons, and it did not break the ceiling. It can be seen that this place is harder than expected.

The mysterious voice shouted: "It's so vulgar, it's simply unbearable. It's a waste to use divine thoughts like this. You don't know how to use divine thoughts at all. I'll let you see how to use divine thoughts."

An invisible force penetrated Yan Xiaobei's mind, as if something exploded in front of his eyes.

Yan Xiaobei was instantly pulled into a wonderful environment.

He was on a mountain that he had never seen before. The mountain was so high that it was strangely shaped, with strange rocks and majestic peaks. The whole mountain was like a giant dragon roaring, appearing vividly.

On the top of the mountain, a monk in white stood safely. The strong wind swept over like a dragon, smashing the gravel and air in the void. However, the fierce strong wind swept into the three-foot-foot-place of the monk in white, and instantly turned from a roaring ferocious beast into an obedient puppy, unable to stir up a trace of turbulence.

Yan Xiaobei looked up and his face became very strange.

Around the mountain, strange insects with wings surrounded the monks in white. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there were also countless wonderful insects.

These insects were covered with the sky, like a sea of ​​insects. Yan Xiaobei looked over briefly, and could not see the end. He couldn't help but take a breath. The number of these weird insects was definitely no less than hundreds of thousands.

With so many bugs gathering, a city will probably be destroyed in an instant.

Putting it on the earth is a disaster comparable to a natural disaster.

The monk in white was peaceful and quiet, looking up at the sky, without putting these insects in his eyes at all. He sighed softly with a pity smile on his lips, "How about you, what about you?" He sighed like this, put his hands together and said softly: "This time I will let you be saved by my monk, Ah! Mi! Tu! Buddha!"

The last four words were read out softly, but they radiated across the sky. An invisible force swept across it, like a vast storm. The insects were shocked, and the fierce light in their eyes suddenly dissipated, and their bodies fell from the sky.

The sound came out, and the invisible force followed closely.

The layers of insects were shocked and then died. Yan Xiaobei looked at the scene in shock. The layers of insects died in this low voice. The monk in white seemed to release an invisible atomic bomb and exploded them all to death.

It's a horrible mess.

A flash of eyes, Yan Xiaobei found that he had left the mountain and returned to the dark prison. The shock on his face had not subsided. The scene just now remained in his mind and could not be gone.

The mysterious voice said, "How about it, be shocked. This is the third-class strong man, and the strong man who specializes in practicing divine thoughts. One thought blooms, one thought falls, one thought goes over and over again, one thought kills people invisibly."

"Which character is that person in myth? He is so powerful." Yan Xiaobei couldn't help asking.

The mysterious voice said: "Tang Xuanzang!"

"Tang Monk!" Yan Xiaobei was shocked again, "Hey, Journey to the West really exists. Isn't this a novel of gods and demons? Tang Xuanzang really exists?"

"Of course there is, but Journey to the West is full of too many personal thoughts, that is, the imagination of the novelist, and many real plots are covered up." The mysterious voice said: "And the time when Journey to the West took place was not the Tang Dynasty you know, but earlier."

After a pause, he said again: "But these have nothing to do with you. The most important thing you are now is to control your own divine thoughts. I will teach you one way to get up from the ground with thousands of tall buildings and go up the rooftop without moving forward. This is a technique that specializes in divine thoughts, and its name is climbing the rooftoptop!"

“Climb the rooftop?”

"That's right, this practice is like climbing a rooftop. No one knows how high you can climb step by step. I don't know, and you don't know." said the mysterious voice.

Yan Xiaobei asked: "That monk in white also practiced as a climb to the rooftop?"

"Of course, otherwise what would I do if I let you see his powerful picture?"

"How many steps did he climb?"

The mysterious voice said, "How can I know how many steps he has climbed? Only he himself knows." But the mysterious voice pondered, "But he has climbed at least one hundred thousand steps after entering the third level."

"100,000 steps?" Yan Xiaobei was surprised. "Climbing the rooftop, climbing the rooftop, how many steps does this rooftop have?"

"have no idea."

"Don't know?" Yan Xiaobei didn't believe it.

"I don't know, I don't know." The mysterious voice exuded an impatient feeling, "Going the rooftop step by step, step by step, no one has climbed the rooftop until now, the highest record is 108,000 steps."

"One hundred and eight thousand steps, didn't Tang Xuanzang at least one hundred thousand steps? Will this record be broken?"

When the mysterious voice heard it, he sneered disdainfully, "I have passed 100,000 steps on the rooftop, and there are a step by step after the sky. It is very exaggerated. If you want to go up to a step, it is like stepping over a sky. It is so difficult and beyond everyone's imagination. Taking one step in ten years is already a rapid pace, and not a step in a hundred years is rare. He may not be able to break the record in his life."

"I have no confidence in what you said." Yan Xiaobei sighed.

"It's you." The mysterious voice burst into laughter, "If you can climb 50,000 steps, you should be grateful. Don't think about the 100,000 steps."

"Is it still a problem of resources?" Yan Xiaobei asked in a low voice.

"No, practicing divine thoughts does not require any resources at all. What is needed is to hone your will. Although your will is good, it is nothing at all. Without the invincible will to climb to the top, without my invincible thoughts, and without the motivation to become a strong man, how to climb to the 100,000 steps."

The mysterious voice saw through Yan Xiaobei and said that Yan Xiaobei's face was red and his mouth was vicious, and his merciless mockery made Yan Xiaobei almost angry.

But he still suppressed himself and waited to settle the score with this bastard one day.

The climbing to the rooftop is extremely magical, and Yan Xiaobei didn't want to miss it, so he started practicing under the guidance of a mysterious voice.

One day and one night passed, Yan Xiaobei climbed more than 500 steps without any effort, and couldn't help but say, "It seems that there is nothing difficult to climb the rooftop?"

"Nonsense, your soul grows and your divine thoughts are born, and you have already had a strong backing. The initial cultivation is naturally amazingly fast. If you have such capital, you can find a piece of tofu to kill you."

"You seem to be getting more and more vicious." Yan Xiaobei said with a wry smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, practice quickly."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Yan Xiaobei ate the food placed on the edge of the laser bird cage to fill his stomach and continue to devote himself to his practice. It took another day and night. Yan Xiaobei's soul was in no state, but the speed of climbing the rooftop did not weaken at all, but gradually increased. In the end, it seemed like a leap, crossing countless steps in one step.

Finally stopped on the 3,600 steps.

This means that Yan Xiaobei can shake his divine thoughts 3,600 times in one second, and divide the huge divine thoughts into 3,600 points, just like there are 3,600 people working for him at the same time.

If the arm is directed, it will stretch and contract from the heart.

After three thousand and six hundred steps, Yan Xiaobei's speed of climbing the rooftop instantly slowed down.

The mysterious voice said, "It's almost done."

"What's going on," Yan Xiaobei asked.

"The potential is almost exhausted. It is impossible to walk vigorously like these two days. Fortunately, your spiritual sense is strong. If you practice diligently in the future, you can reach more than 100 steps a day. After you reach 10,000 steps, your speed will weaken again. At that time, ten steps a day will be the limit."
Chapter completed!