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Chapter 4462 Attempt to compress billions of strands

"Besides the Finger of Chaos, there is another method that can shake the existence of the quasi-grandmeng level. If it is not done well, it can even pose a certain threat to the existence of the primordial level like the Primordial Eye and Mieshi Jieyan..."

Falling into deep thought, Chen Tang's dark consciousness flames flickered in his double sockets, and murmurs kept coming out of his mouth like a dream, "That's a hundred million strands of compressed thought force bomb!"

"A million strands is equivalent to a full blow from the Holy Emperor!"

"Thousands of strands are equivalent to a full blow from the peak Holy Emperor!"

"According to this level of increase, if you can compress a [-] million strands of compressed thought force bomb, its power is so strong, even if it can't reach the full blow of a Hongmeng level existence, it should still be no problem if it only reaches the quasi-Hongmeng level. of……"

"And the faith power in the crystal hexagram in my left hand is still quite a lot, the death power still has billions, and the vulture's power still has about one billion. You can try it, but I don't know if it can be compressed successfully!"

Speaking of this, Chen Tang was immediately excited, he had nothing to say, and immediately tried it.

Anyway, when he cast Persistence before, all eight clones of Ghosts collapsed. Not only did he suffer some backlash injuries, but he needed time to recover, including the cooling-off period after the ultimate cast of Persistence, which also took three full days.

You must not go out within three days, which can be used to try to compress the compressed mind bomb of the billion-level level.

No matter what kind of series of compressed mind power bullets, you have to start from scratch and increase the amount of faith mind power incorporated little by little.

If that's the case, it's okay to use it for the time being...

……

Of course, even if it fails and collapses, these faith powers are still in the crystal hexagram without any loss, otherwise there is no need to continue this matter at all, Chen Tang doesn't have so much faith power to waste time and time again...

The area where he appeared is not very far from the point when he entered, only two or three thousand miles away, but there is no figure of the dead wood ancient emperor nearby, the old guy is very likely to have left, or Just search in other areas.

Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, nearly two days had passed.

In the past two days, Chen Tang has been trying to gather hundreds of millions of strands of compressed mind bombs...

Progress was made on the third day, and Chen Tang finally broke through the 3000 million thread mark, and jumped a short distance.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Tang calmed down, and then began to try...

Turbulent void!

But the compressed mind bomb of the billion-level level is by no means as simple as putting ten million-level level bullets together and merging them into one.

When everything was completed, the three-day cool-down period of the lingering ghost had passed, and Chen Tang, the undead body, had fully recovered from the previous backlash injury, and it was finally time to walk out of the wormhole space in Hangzhou.

It took more than an hour for Chen Tang to condense six 500 million strand-level compressed mind bombs, three of which were stored in golden containers and stored in the wormhole space of Hangzhou City, and the other three were stored in the crystal hexagram .

With a sigh, Chen Tang decided to give up temporarily, but he was not discouraged and still had hope.

"It seems that there will be no breakthrough in the near future. Thirty-five million strands is the limit, and we can only try again after a while..."

Of course, it's impossible for Chen Tang to wait for him. He hasn't thought of a way to deal with quasi-Hongmeng-level existences yet.

This method is impossible, and the structure is unstable, so it cannot be condensed and formed.

In the past two days, he has gone through countless times of condensation and compression, and each time ended in failure.

"call out!"

But when he used more than 2000 million strands of faith power, the situation changed immediately.

Chen Tang uses this method to condense and compress, reaching the level of millions of strands and tens of millions of strands easily and freely, without pressure, and at a very fast speed.

Moreover, the power of the 500 million strands of compressed thought force is definitely not as simple as three tens of millions strands and five million strands bundled together.

At the first time, at most condensed to 400 million strands, it will collapse completely, and everything will have to start all over again.

With this in mind, even if Chen Tangdang continues to condense, this time his goal is no longer to try to condense the billion strands, but to set the goal at 500 million strands.

With a flash of light, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, and it was Chen Tang in the state of the undead.

The million-strand level and the tens-of-thousand-strand level are nothing to him, they can already be easily condensed, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

At the end of the day, Chen Tang was able to successfully condense and compress to 500 million strands, but this is a big hurdle, no matter what, there is no way to add another strand, it is clearly the rhythm that has reached the limit of the bottleneck...

Even though nearly two days have passed now, Chen Tang can only condense to close to 3000 million strands, and he still can't cross the 3000 million strand mark, let alone [-] million strands.

With this kind of vigilance, Chen Tang thought about it, and his figure disappeared in the wormhole space of Hangzhou in an instant, and he walked out...

"His..."

After walking out, if he encounters the Ancient Emperor Deadwood again, or the other three quasi-grandmeng-level existences, these six 500 million strand-level compressed thought power bombs can barely make do with it.

According to Chen Tang's estimation, even if the compressed thought power bullets reaching this level cannot be aimed at the Hongmeng level existence to pose a greater threat, it should still be able to do it just by shaking it and causing it a little injury.

I just don't know if that old guy, Kumu Ancient Emperor, is still searching in the turbulent void after three days.

Of course, you can't use it casually, after all, each one is condensed and compressed with 500 million strands of faith power, even Chen Tang would feel pain when using it...

After all, compared with the goal of 500 million strands, [-] million strands have already crossed one-third. If you try a few more times in the future, one day you will be able to condense the compressed mind bombs of the [-] million strands level...

Turning his head and looking around, the surroundings are quiet, there is no ghost figure, only the endless turbulent void whizzing and whizzing.

After walking a certain distance in the turbulent void, Chen Tang didn't hesitate any longer. With a sudden wave of his right hand, he tore open a void crack in an instant, rushed into it, and returned to Hongjingtian Starry Sky.

This area is also quite remote, only in the far distance of the starry sky on the right front, you can see a few abandoned planets without an atmosphere. In addition, the starry sky is empty, not only there are no commercial ships, but also a starry sky. By.

Chen Tang identified the direction, quickly locked on the left front, and left at a high speed.

What he didn't expect was that he had only traveled for less than an hour, but unexpected changes came again...

(End of this chapter)