Vol 7 Chapter 301: 600000

The distant sky seems to be covered with a thin layer of mist, just like the morning fog that has not yet bloomed in the morning, pervading the endless air.
However, when He Yiming stared at the fog that almost did not exist, the face was quite ugly.
Not only his expression is rather weird, but even the daring Bao pig and the white horse lightning that has always been fearless have revealed a faint fear at this moment.
Today's He Yiming and Baima Leidian are the most powerful peaks in the humanitarian realm.
This is the real powerhouse, standing at the top of the highest pyramid in the world today. But even when they saw the faintly visible mist over the city, they couldn’t hold it.
He sighed deeply. Mouth in the mouth: "Impossible. It is impossible..."
Baimahe Baozhu nodded at the same time. These two intelligent and powerful sacred beasts agreed with He Yiming.
All three of them have strong ideas, and the successful use of ideas will lighten the soldiers, so they can sense what those fogs are.
That turned out to be an idea, a human mind...
When He Yiming and others have this fact, the shock in their hearts is imaginable.
Although the human mind is powerful, even if it is the strongest person of humanity, their ideas are extremely limited.
Being able to vibrate the six weapons of the gods is already the limit of a human power.
Even if it is like the top powers such as Jimo Fanshu, it is impossible to reach this limit.
However, in the sky above the city, the faint mist that filled the room turned out to be an idea.
This is such a horrible thing, so powerful ideas, not to mention the weapon of the six sacred weapons, even if it is to bring the weapons of the world to this place, I am afraid that it is not enough to give this idea of ​​a city. It’s ah.
Watching such a powerful idea rises to the sky, as long as it is a person who can feel the martial arts, the sacred king, the sacred king, the night sacred god, the of the throne, the sacred priest, the ninth day, the strongest, the abandonment of the big prince, the empire, the night sacred god, the throne Proud of the world's most powerful abandonment of the big Zhou Dynasty royal martial arts will be the night of the gods of the gods of the throne to seek the magic of the world, the nine strongest days, the strongest abandonment of the big Zhou Dynasty, the gods will kill the gods, the gods, the throne, the magic, the world, the nine heavens, the strongest abandoned The normal people of the Great Zhou Dynasty to this idea will be scared to stop.
"This is a brainwave, it is a strange brainwave." The sound of the hundred and eight sounded abruptly.
Yan Yiming said awkwardly, "What do you say?"
The energy above is the energy of brain waves, but strangely, the energy of brain waves is scattered and not condensable. What kind of means do these people use to unite these energy together? "Hundreds and eights bowed his head, and his voice slowly fell down. It seemed to be in meditation.
He Yiming nodded slowly. He already understood that the brainwaves in the hundred and eight mouths were probably what they said.
With a sigh, He Yiming said to himself: "The powerful brainwaves have been able to approach the materialization. I really don't know how many strong people in this city have released their brain waves.
"Close to 600,000.
One hundred and eight cold voices said.
At the moment, he even forgot that all the movements of the white horse and the pig were abruptly stopped. The big two small sacred beasts also turned their eyes to the hundred. At 08, they have an unbelievable look in their eyes.
Only more than a hundred and eight more like a sculpture of the Shinto coagulation, he is still standing there calmly, seems to be waiting for the command of a doctoral soldier, the waist is quite straight.
"600,000..." He Yiming said.
When he spoke, his voice was so hoarse, and the damage caused by this sentence was too strong.
"Yes, it's close to 600,000." One hundred and eighty said affirmatively.
Bao pig was a cockroach. He jumped from the head of the white horse without saying anything, then turned and walked toward the road. Look at the little guy's unshakable pace, clearly telling everyone, you are going to die, I will not play with you.
However, one hand descended from the sky, grabbed the collar of the pig, and lifted it up.
Bao pig's small head turned over, only to see that the owner of this hand is He Yiming, its small eyes dripping, and finally flew into the arms of He Yiming.
He Yiming shook his head and was waiting to speak, but he saw the little hoof of Bao pig swaying on his chest. Then he picked the space necklace out of his chest and held it in two front hooves. on.
Inexplicably looking at the action of Bao pig, He Yiming asked suspiciously: "Bao pig, what are you doing?"
The little guy’s hometown was half-baked. Of course, it was in the face of a hundred and eight, because He Yiming simply did not understand what it was saying.
One hundred and eight honestly said: "Bao pig said, if you still want to go in and die, it is better to give this space necklace to it."
He Yiming realized that the original Bao pig turned out to be a split-minded idea.
I picked up the little guy and slammed it a few times. "Reassure, I won't go in and die."
He sighed and said: "The Western world is really a strong man like a cloud. Six hundred thousand people with great anger. Why don't they come out and destroy all the sects of the Eastern world?"
The five-powered sage is the second highest level of humanity in the world, although in the case of one-on-one, the human peak can easily kill the five sages! But when the number of the five sages reaches a horrible level, the humane peaks can only be turned away and think about it. The 600,000 sages represent at least 600,000. If the flying swords are released together with these flying swords, then what a spectacular scene.
He looked at the mist, and the heart was full of chills. He seemed to see the scene of the flying Cambridge dance.
Under the attack of this number of flying swords, I am afraid that even the power of the Shinto of the Shinto may not be able to withstand it.
The power of this power has reached an indescribable point. As long as the temple is willing, they can sweep the world at any time and destroy all the forces that oppose them.
To be honest, He Yiming does not believe that there will be so many great people in the Western Temple, but he is more convinced of the words of the hundred and eight.
One hundred and eight seems to be awkward, saying: "They are not the 600,000 sages, but the 600,000 ordinary people, of which the number of cultivators is less than one tenth."
He Yiming was awkward. The body that had just turned around suddenly turned back. He looked at him with a sigh of relief and said, "What do you say? 600,000 ordinary people."
"Yes." said one hundred and eighty.
"Nonsense." He Yiming's face is unpleasant, saying: "There are only five spirits who can produce ideas. If ordinary people can produce ideas, then this world is not all the sages can Advance to the realm of the five sages."
The singularity of the hundred and eight lights lit up. After a while, he said: "The ideas generated by these people are different from the ideas of the great sages. They are passively generating ideas. These ideas are not able to attack others. They can only be in some way. They are gathered together." He shook his head and said: "But "I can't figure out what effect these brainwaves can bring together."
He "had opened his mouth, and after a long time, he slowly nodded."
Of course, it is impossible for the 600,000-strong lord to exist. However, the temple has such an ability to release and concentrate the thoughts of the 600,000 people who are mainly ordinary people. That is also an amazing thing.
Hidden, He Yiming also understands that to do this, there must be quite demanding requirements, and this method is definitely useless for the Sayādaw, otherwise all the sages of the entire Western world This method has long been promoted to the five-powered people.
Perhaps because of the long relationship between them staying here, the thin mist over the city began to move towards it.
He Yiming’s face suddenly changed, although he already understood that these ideas that were almost to be materialized were not from the five-powered people, but no one would feel that they were so oppressed by such a huge force. .
徂1 Mindful thoughts, immediately arrested the neck of Baima Leidian, said: "Thunder, let us see Lei Zhenzi Bowei can."
It is impossible to compete with this heavenly idea, but the amount of thunder power in White Horse is everywhere, and it is the biggest nemesis of all illusory things. Since the idea of ​​the group did not condense into real objects, then it would be the best choice to use the power of lightning.
The white horse snorted, although the power of this huge mind also made it feel in the heart, but the blood of the beast in the body made it proud and unwilling to turn and flee.
Gently shaking the body, the huge purple thunder suddenly released from its body.
The unicorn on its head is even more faint, and then, one after another, Lei Zhenzi emerged from its unicorn. Each of these thunderbolts is shimmering in purple-gold, and there is a huge, almost boundless force inside.
He Yiming's eyes are slightly bright~EbookFREE.me~ This is the first time that Baima Thunder has released the power of it after the actinic thunderbolt, even if he is holding a strong curiosity.
Although this half of the fourteen Lei Zhenzi can not reach the peak of the artifacts, but in today's humane world, it should be the invincible existence.
After the appearance of the fourteen Thunderbolts, there were strong purple electric awns on their bodies, echoing the power of lightning on the white horse. However, among the radiance of these purple electric lights, there are also some silver-white electro-optic flashes. This is the power of the thunderbolt of the Jade King. Now it has been completely absorbed by the white horse.
Just as He Yiming thought that the white horse would release this powerful lightning power, he saw a rather strange scene.
Slowly, the fourteen thunders were centered on the white horse thunder and constantly drifted toward the sky.
Each time they rise by an inch, the distance between them increases a little. When they really come above the sky, the distance between the fourteen thunders is already quite wide.
Then, the whole sky suddenly changed...