The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have a very good understanding.

It’s no wonder that the leader of the Xiaoxian Sect thought too much.

The status of a domain master is so high that even if two saint kings fight, it is unlikely to make him pay attention.

But now, for a small mortal disciple, he actually sent a message to him personally, and deliberately suppressed him?

"Hiss"

Thinking deeply and terribly, Miao Ba took a breath of cold air, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Su Changqing.

No matter what, the one who can wrestle with the domain master must not be a mortal!

"Open the holy pressure of Tongtian Road, don't affect others first, let the leading boy slow down!"

Without delay, Miao Ba immediately sent a message to the elder of the Xiaoxian Sect who was secretly evaluating.

…

“Awesome! Is that a magical power?”

“He has realized a magical power at such a young age! Grade A! Must be Grade A!”

“Even if he can’t withstand the pressure of the Saint Rank later, I have already given him the Grade A! No one can help him!”

In the dark of the Top Prodigy Road, a white-bearded elder of the Small Immortal Sect looked at Su Changqing below excitedly.

Although the traces of Su Changqing’s magical power were covered up by Su Nan.

But this elder is the evaluator of this road. Although Su Nan covered it up quickly, he still noticed it at the first time.

This discovery immediately shocked the white-bearded old man.

He knew that there would be many prodigies today, after all, those who came here were all from the top forces in the South Region.

But he never thought that there would be someone so talented that he could realize a magical power!

“If I accept a disciple later, I must not let other elders snatch him away!”

The white-bearded elder was full of fighting spirit.

But as soon as he made the decision, the voice of the sect master rang in his ears.

"What? Start the Saint-level pressure in advance? Reduce its speed? And only target one person?"

"Hiss"

The white-bearded elder took a breath of cold air, and his eyes looking at Su Changqing suddenly changed.

The leader of this small immortal sect, Miao Ba, is a quasi-emperor invited by the domain master.

The Miao family and the Su family have been friends for generations. When the small immortal sect was first established, the domain master specially invited Miao Ba to calm the situation.

Such a peerless strongman, no matter the background or strength, is the best in the southern region.

But in the end, he actually did not hesitate to bully the weak and deliberately targeted the young man who entered the sect?

"Could it be that this person has a grudge against the Miao family?"

The white-bearded elder's face was solemn, and the word "A" that was about to be engraved on the list also paused.

Just kidding, he will have to work under the sect master in the future, and he can't offend the sect master because of this matter.

Without hesitation, he pinched the fingers in his hand, and the pressure on the Tongtian Road was suddenly released.

...

On the Tongtian Road.

Su Changqing closed his eyes, smiled, and took a step. The surrounding scenery retreated wildly behind him.

He didn't know where he was at this moment. His mind was completely immersed in the mysterious and complex Buddhist scriptures.

The pleasure of constantly understanding the nature of heaven and earth, and the "space nodes" like stars around him made him completely intoxicated.

But suddenly, a huge pressure came down from the front!

The pressure was so strong that it was like a mountain on the body, and it was immeasurable.

And Su Changqing, who was moving forward at a very fast speed, stopped directly in place under the powerful pressure.

"Is this the "holy level pressure" mentioned in the rules?"

"So strong."

Su Changqing was startled, opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to keep himself from being crushed.

He looked around, and when he found that there was only clouds and mist floating, but no one, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"No one, it seems I'm still at the back."

Su Changqing looked up at the Tongtian Jade Steps in front of him, his expression full of tenacity.

"We have to speed up. Even if we can't catch up with others, we can't fall too far behind!"

After saying that, Su Changqing began to move forward slowly step by step under the huge pressure.

The pressure of the Saint level was too strong. Even if he wanted to use the 'Shrinking the Earth' at this time, he couldn't do it.

But slowly, Su Changqing found that the pressure released by this Tongtian Road did not seem to be imposed on the flesh, but on the soul sea of ​​consciousness.

In other words, the huge pressure was not given by the outside world, but the will was oppressed, which made it difficult to move.

"My soul deceived my body, so the pressure doubled."

"If my soul adapts to this pressure, will my body not feel the pressure?"

Su Changqing walked forward step by step, with a flash of enlightenment in his eyes.

He began to relax himself gradually and no longer resisted the powerful pressure.

In an instant, his body shook, and ripples appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ubiquitous Saint level pressure, without the resistance of 'consciousness', fell directly into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Boom!

The vast sea of ​​consciousness suddenly surged with huge waves, Su Changqing felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

But he gritted his teeth to withstand the huge pressure and began to slowly adapt to the ever-emerging mighty pressure.

If ordinary people did not dare to do so, because no one dared to let things easily enter their sea of ​​consciousness.

In this extremely fragile soul center, if something unexpected happened, the whole person would instantly become an idiot.

Only a novice in cultivation like Su Changqing would be so bold as to use the sea of ​​consciousness to resist the pressure of the Saint level.

And such behavior is called tempering the consciousness in the cultivation world!

Only cultivators with successful cultivation will guide external objects to suppress their sea of ​​consciousness, so as to make their own consciousness more condensed.

But this way of cultivation cannot last long, after all, a person's "spirit, energy and spirit" is limited.

Once that limit is exceeded, the consciousness will be exhausted and fall into a coma.

And Su Changqing should be like this.

But just when his consciousness was about to be exhausted.

boom!

The golden giant sword that stood in the center of Su Changqing's sea of ​​consciousness, towering over the sky and the ground, suddenly shook.

The endless divine golden light illuminated the entire sea of ​​consciousness, and the constant pressure of the holy order was cut off by his sword!

The scattered coercion permeated the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

But Su Changqing discovered that under the pressure of the Holy Order, the golden giant sword was slowly merging with his sea of ​​consciousness?

…

Little Immortal Sect, above the sky.

"Chang Qing has never practiced. Is this holy level pressure too strong?"

Looking at the motionless Su Changqing below, Sunan felt a little nervous unconsciously.

His aura is always keeping an eye on Su Changqing's condition. If anything goes wrong, he will dispel the holy pressure as soon as possible.

"This holy level pressure depends on will, not cultivation."

Wu Jiuling took a sip of wine, without even looking down, and said with a drunken smile:

"It's not a big problem, as long as you don't risk death by opening up your consciousness and adapting."

Before he could finish his words, Su Nan beside him suddenly cursed angrily.

"Fuck! What a brave boy, you dare to open your consciousness and risk your life!"

Wu Jiuling's face changed when he heard this and he looked down.

Open the sea of ​​consciousness in the face of the pressure of the Holy Order?

How could the ordinary Su Changqing withstand it?

But just when Sunan was about to take action, Wu Jiuling let out a light sigh.

"He actually blocked it? How strong is his consciousness?"

Sunan on the side was also stunned. Logically speaking, the ordinary sea of ​​consciousness could never withstand the pressure of the Holy Order.

But now, Su Changqing has not only withstood it, but is also trying to temper his consciousness?

"Chang Qing, are you still like this?" Su Nan was silent.

He had been with Chang Qing for twenty years, but now he found that he didn't seem to understand his son at all.

Of course, it's not Sunan's fault. He didn't know anything about what happened in the Forbidden Abyss.

After accepting the inheritance of the Sword Emperor Sect, Su Changqing's sea of ​​consciousness has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

"It's a good thing to be able to temper your spiritual consciousness."

Although she was puzzled, Sunan still breathed a sigh of relief.

"When you find that your spiritual consciousness is consumed too much and you can't adapt, you will naturally do it."

Before Su Nan finished speaking, Wu Jiuling stared down at the side and suddenly made a sound in shock,

"He actually took the initiative to absorb the pressure of the Saint?"

"Damn it! Are you kidding me? You can still use your magical powers like this?"

Su Nan was stunned when he heard this, and when he looked down, he was stunned.

I saw Su Changqing, who was struggling just now, suddenly started running wildly again despite the pressure of the holy steps.

One step down, the mountains and rivers changed!

The extreme speed was no different from just now, and it was getting faster and faster!

Su Nan and Wu Jiuling were stunned, and an idea emerged in their minds at the same time.

Could this holy pressure be fake?

Sect leader Miao Ba and Elder Whitebeard had been paying attention to Su Changqing.

At this time, looking at the figure soaring under the pressure of the Holy Order, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were blank.

Is this common practice?