Thinking, impact, thinking, impact... This is what Mo Feng must do every day. A month has passed, and the outside world has already been surging by the appearance of this illusion, but Mo Feng is immersed in the world of the illusion tower and is constantly impacting.

"Damn it! I don't seem to have gained anything this month!" Mo Feng was a little helpless, but then Mo Feng found that he couldn't say that. Although this month it seemed nothing, it was actually a good training for his own state of mind.

"Is this second floor to trap a person here for a few years and then open it?" Mo Feng shook his head and denied this idea. It is impossible. The door to the first floor is there. I have seen it myself. If I want to leave, I can leave at any time. There is no obstacle there, so there is no basis for sleeping.

"Every time the impact of the mind will be shattered by the light column. What is this light column?" Mo Feng was actually very puzzled. This light column is too strong, and can shatter his own mind. Does this light column have the ability to attack souls?

Soul attack, this kind of thing only exists in legends. At least from Bai Yunsheng's mouth, Mofeng didn't know who could use soul attack on the five continents.

No matter how powerful a person is, his soul is still there. So if there is a soul attack, then unless your mind is strong enough to block everything, you will be killed with one blow, no matter the level of the kill.

"Soul Attack?" Mo Feng felt that the light column should really have this ability, but this attack was very weak, so weak that it just pushed himself back and did not hurt him.

"The only way to defend against soul attacks is thoughts. Could it be that the test of these second level cannot be passed because my thoughts are too weak?" This idea is good. How to strengthen your thoughts? Thoughts are different from your body. You can strengthen your body every day by exercising or even being beaten. But the thoughts are there, and they never leave, but they never know how to strengthen them.

Mo Feng has hit me this month but I can't remember how many times Mo Feng has hit me. He has not broken his mind for 10,000 times, but his mind has not improved at all. It is still the same, so Mo Feng has basically ruled out the possibility of improving his mind through breaking his mind.

"If you want to pass here, I'm afraid I want to continuously strengthen my mind. When the degree of strengthening can withstand this soul attack, I will be able to pass." This is Mo Feng's idea, and Mo Feng thinks this idea is correct.

"Yeah, I have the right idea, but how to go?" This is a question, and this question is more difficult than the previous one.

"The thoughts are endless, it is impossible to increase the thoughts. After all, it is endless, how can we grow again? So what else can we do?" Mo Feng felt that it may not exist to improve the thoughts. After all, everyone's thoughts are endless, and there is no one who is bigger than who.

"Is it solid?" Mo Feng thought, his eyes lit up. Yes, everyone's thoughts are endless. It is impossible to increase the possibility, but it is different to compress the thoughts.

For example, the idea that Mo Feng is now using is one, so when the idea is used from one to ten is improved, isn’t this also an improvement from the side?

"Hahaha... I'm a fucking genius!" Mo Feng lay on the ground and laughed wildly, but after laughing wildly for a while, Mo Feng's face turned dark again.

"What a genius! Damn, how can I compress my thoughts..." Mo Feng was speechless. He was proud just now, but as careful as he was pushing the problem one step further, but the problem was still a problem.

"I didn't teach me how to compress my thoughts... This... it depends on myself." Mo Feng knew that this was a brand new creation, and as for the method of creation, he still had to think about it.

Time flies away rapidly, and Mo Feng still repeats his thoughts and impact. The impact is basically broken and then bounces back. However, the thinking during this period still gives Mo Feng some good ideas.

It took two months to enter the second floor of the Fantasy Tower for two months. From the beginning to now, Mo Feng has been inside for a whole year and two months.

Chewing the cake in his mouth, Mo Feng's thoughts kept turning into a ball in front of him. The ball was beating up and down. Mo Feng was not completely unrealized in the past two months. At least the level of control over the mind Mo Feng had already made a brand new improvement. At this time, it was two completely different realms than more than a year ago.

"Woo... my mind is countless times more agile than before." While chewing the food in his mouth, Mo Feng put away his mind and then took out a piece of cake again. Mo Feng took a bite of cake and drank a sip of water, and entered a state of thinking again. He kept playing with the cake in his hand. The cake was constantly changing in various shapes in Mo Feng's hand. Finally, Mo Feng simply held the ice into a small ball and threw it into his mouth to chew it.

"It's really unpalatable!" Mo Feng regretted that he didn't get more dishes into the ring. Anyway, the time in the ring was still, and anything like it would come in.

While swallowing and chewing the dough, Mo Feng suddenly seemed to have thought of something. His mouth stopped moving. Then the ring on his hand flashed and a piece of dough appeared in front of him.

Mo Feng held the dough cake in his hand and kept pinching it with both hands. Soon, a large dough cake was pinched into a small ball!

"Damn! Is it really possible?" Mo Feng jumped up directly from the grass, and a ball of thought appeared in front of Mo Feng. Mo Feng's heart kept moving. With the oppression of the thought, the ball of the size of a head was compressed by Mo Feng into a baby-sized appearance!

"No...no... it turns out that everything is so simple? Damn..." Mo Feng was speechless. His feelings were always in a mystery. He always thought about how to compress them, but he ignored the simplest and most direct method.

Many people are like Mo Feng. Sometimes something is actually very simple, but the more complicated you think about it, the more you will ignore its simplest essence.

"So that's it... I'm still a genius... so sad..." Mo Feng burst into tears. Not long ago, he cried and called himself a genius, but Mo Tiancai gave up the simplest compression method like a fool to think about difficulties...
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