Chapter: 2220
Soon, the time came to December 3rd.
The day Mengmeng celebrates her birthday.
Six o'clock in the morning.
Zhang Han and Zi Yan were lying on the big bed.
Mengmeng fell asleep in the small bed.
Sudden.
The gauze curtains around the bed seemed to be blown by the breeze, fluttering rhythmically a few times.
Floating and floating, the gauze began to shake slightly, and a light blue glow began to diffuse around Zhang Han's body.
His face became slightly pale, and gradually, turned pale!
All of this was caused by the clouds above the Sea of Consciousness.
The cloud cluster was constantly stretched by Zhang Han, and a certain distance was always maintained, so that his clouds would not condense together, and the cumulus became rain, which was the rhythm of the breakthrough.
But... if the strength does not break through to innate, the breakthrough of spiritual consciousness will be counterproductive.
Even Zhang Han's current strength of spiritual consciousness has almost reached the mid-innate stage.
But he can't break through, and he can't let the cumulus become rain, he can only keep suppressing and suppressing.
Stretch the cloud layer to control the level of the late master.
It's just that Yun Duo doesn't seem to be obedient.
Under Zhang Han's stretching, each cloud is getting bigger all the time, and the time of change in one second may be very small, but every moment, it is like rivers and streams converging into the sea...
Zhang Han's pressure is also quite great.
Practicing in this situation every day, Zhang Han gradually discovered that the size of the sea of consciousness was not enough.
Even the cloud layer is nearly ten times the size of the sea of consciousness on the lower side. The size of the sea of consciousness is limited, but the cloud layer continues to extend.
Finally, early this morning.
After Zhang Han finished his practice, he suddenly found that the clouds couldn't hold back.
Even in the usual suppressed situation.
Among the clouds, thunderbolts continued to spread.
For the first time, there was only a thunderbolt.
Up to now, Zhang Han estimates that there are hundreds of thunderbolts shining at the same time.
This makes Zhang Han's sea of consciousness... like a scene of annihilation.
What's going on here?
Zhang Han expressed his incomprehension.
Am I doomed to be struck by lightning in my life?