Meng Jingzhe is a blind man. After entering this door, his spiritual consciousness is still completely blocked.

He was ready for the battle, but he waited for a long time and did not wait until the expected danger came.

Meng Jingzhe waited quietly for a long time, but in desperation, he had no choice but to give up waiting for death and took the initiative to take the initiative to walk forward.

When I walked around, I just hit a wall.

Now he couldn't see it, and when he saw a wall blocking the road, he groped and changed directions.

But this time, he hit a wall without taking two steps.

He turned one direction again, but still encountered a wall.

He just thought he turned around because he was blind, but not long after, he realized something was wrong.

These walls are moving.

He thought there was no danger before, but in fact the danger had already happened.

It's just because he's blind, so he doesn't know that these walls are moving.

Meng Jingzhe raised his arm, and sure enough, he touched the ceiling.

He quickly realized his situation. If he let these walls continue to squeeze, what he would face was to be directly crushed into a piece of meat paste.

Meng Jingzhe tried to break the walls, but he didn't know what material it was made of. The walls were very hard and had no effect if his attack hit him.

Meng Jingzhe didn't feel discouraged, but just thought quickly about the way to break the deadlock.

His hand touched the wall, and it seemed that something was wrong.

He couldn't see it, so he didn't know if there were any murals on the wall, but when he touched it with both hands, he felt a little bump.

These bulges seem to be the answer to the puzzle, but because they are invisible, Meng Jingzhe's eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog.

Meng Jingzhe touched the computer while his mind was like a computer running at high speed, trying hard to record the rules of these traces.

He didn't know how long he had been fumbled in the dark, and when he was about to be squeezed into a ball, he finally understood the wall in front of him.

This is a set of exercises.

But it seems to be just a part of the exercises.

Meng Jingzhe quickly touched the other walls.

Apart from the four walls, even the ceiling above his head and the ground below his feet, Meng Jingzhe did not ignore it.

By the time he understood these six faces, he had been crumbled into a ball.

Meng Jingzhe didn't have time to think about it anymore, so he quickly tried to use this set of exercises.

This set of exercises is not a high-level magic, but a set of exercises to train spiritual consciousness.

In this place where the spiritual consciousness cannot be expanded, Meng Jingzhe has to face a set of spiritual consciousness cultivation techniques. If he wants to practice it, it will naturally be extremely difficult.

But he never feared any difficulties.

My body was squeezed and I seemed to be able to do nothing.

Meng Jingzhe worked hard to use this set of exercises. His spiritual consciousness, which seemed a little powerless due to the surrounding environment, gradually became active.

Little by little.

When Meng Jingzhe felt that his bones seemed to be about to be squeezed out, his spiritual sense could finally touch these walls.

Compared to the spiritual consciousness that was previously in hibernation, the situation at this time is better.

And when the spiritual consciousness hits the wall, it is like a knife encountering a piece of paper.

With a bang, the wall turned into pieces.

Meng Jingzhe didn't have time to be happy at this time, but instead felt an unprecedented power.

This kind of strength is not itself, but the owner of this tomb.

Meng Jingzhe's spiritual consciousness is here and he can't even move.

And after the other party has died, the spiritual cage set up in the past is still as strong as new.

These spiritual walls are like mechanisms with specific programs set up. Physical power cannot cause any damage to these spiritual walls. Only the attack of spiritual consciousness can cause them to collapse.

Meng Jingzhe suddenly thought about what would happen if his sister encountered such a situation.

But soon he remembered again, as if the tests the three of them encountered were different along the way.

Zheng Liufeng has always been a test of the inner demon, so this time it should be the inner demon, and Meng Xiaotian's style of painting is even more strange.

Compared to the two of them, Meng Xiaotian is more like she is here for vacation and has never encountered any danger.

Meng Jingzhe has seen his sister's strange luck for so long, so from a probability perspective, he is more convinced that his sister should still win this time.

After Meng Jingzhe gradually destroyed the cage with his spiritual sense, he did not rush to leave, but stayed there for an hour.

Although he had learned this technique before, it would obviously take some time to thoroughly integrate it.

Meng Jingzhe didn't know what he would face next, but he thought that if he could learn more, he would naturally have greater grasp.

When he got up and set off again, his spiritual sense was no longer the same as before, and he could only walk half a meter with a bumpy walk. Now within five meters, he could use his spiritual sense to check the situation.

Meng Jingzhe always felt that the spiritual consciousness of a monk was very similar to modern infrared rays. Although it could not completely replace the eyes with spiritual consciousness, it could detect situations within the range.

In order to exercise his spiritual consciousness, Meng Jingzhe always put it in a state of use. After about ten steps, he suddenly felt shocked.

His spiritual sense found that something was waiting for him five meters away.

It was an existence that looked like a tiger.

Although he was huddled in the corner at this time, he was ready to go.

Meng Jingzhe took a step forward, and the thing immediately jumped high.

Meng Jingzhe immediately stepped back quickly.

He also used a ray of lightning and hit the tiger straight.

However, after the tiger withstood the attack, its body did not stagnate at all.

He still rushed straight towards Meng Jingzhe.

The opponent's speed was too fast, and Meng Jingzhe could not avoid it, so he was rushed directly by it.

The pain in the premonition did not come.

After the tiger pounced on him directly, it turned into starlight and disappeared.

At the same time, Meng Jingzhe found that his ears were quiet.

"This is?"

He clearly said something, but he didn't hear it.

Meng Jingzhe soon realized that after being blind and losing his sense of smell, he successfully became a deaf man.

"What's next, is it a mute?" Meng Jingzhe asked silently.

But he neither heard nor answered.

How could he still not understand at this time that this tiger has no entity, but a spirit body.

The existence of the tiger is to seal his hearing.

Although Meng Jingzhe didn't understand why he used to release poison gas before, but this time he turned into a tiger, it did not prevent him from understanding the intention of the tomb owner.

Meng Jingzhe took a few steps forward and stopped in the corner where the tiger was staying before.

After some action, it turned out to be another dark grid, but this time the object was placed inside was a hexagonal star-shaped object.

It's called an object, but it's more like a pendant.

It is only the size of a baby's palm, and it is pinched in his hand, with a little warmth.

Meng Jingzhe didn't know what this thing was, but it didn't prevent him from holding it in his palm.

Before he could continue to move forward, his spiritual sense was suddenly shocked.

Countless blades attacked him directly.

Meng Jingzhe hurriedly avoided.

But because the blades were too dense, he failed to completely avoid them.

However, this unsuccessful evasion still did not cause harm to his body. Instead, his spiritual sense was as uncomfortable as if it was cut by a knife.

Spiritual attack.

Meng Jingzhe has seen a spiritual attack for the first time in so many years.

He only knew that he could use his spiritual sense to view the surrounding environment, but never expected that the spiritual sense would have such a purpose. Such a brand new display was like opening a door for him.

After a wave of magic blades, it seemed to give him enough time to think about countermeasures, the second wave seemed to be late.

Meng Jingzhe still did not come up with a good countermeasure. He worked hard to use the skills he had learned before and soon discovered that those places that had been attacked by the blade of spiritual consciousness were slowly recovering.

Meng Jingzhe accelerated the speed of his exercises. When the third wave of spiritual blades came, he was able to condense his spiritual consciousness into a small knife with irregular shape.
To be continued...