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So, he closed his eyes again and tried to use the Hidden Detection Technique, but this time, although he could feel that there were two streams of energy rushing from the Laogong Acupoint in both hands to the Neiguan Acupoint, and then rushed to the Baihui Acupoint through both arms, but after they met and merged into one, they did not rush to the Tianmu Acupoint in any case, and he naturally did not "see" the somewhat dazzling white. At the moment, he couldn't use that effort anyway. His breathlessness didn't lessen, but it was a little worse than before.

He tried again, and like the last time, there was still nothing he wanted to see, not even the vague thing that had been used before when the kung fu was not working properly, and he felt like he had his eyes closed. However, unlike usual, the feeling of poor breathing enveloped him.

After trying twice and not seeing it again, he felt that he had worked so hard to resist that force before it was to control himself not to try the hidden detection technique, and then because he was controlled by that force, he used that kung fu to see those scenes, and since he couldn't use it again at the moment, he probably shouldn't use it anymore, and it could be regarded as a conformity to his mind before being controlled by that force. In this way, he naturally did not try again, but he did not feel much regret. It's just that his breathing is getting more and more affected, and he is very uncomfortable, but he can't even find a temporary relief.

He wanted to solve the problem in other ways, but at this time, the scenes he had seen when he had successfully used the Concealment Technique came back to his mind repeatedly, and he felt as if his heart was being cut by an iron plate full of nails, and the tips of those nails had pierced his heart with blood when they pierced his heart, and yet he had to draw his heart repeatedly with blood, and then continued to scratch his heart, and the wounds were connected.

The truth occupied his mind, not only did he not have any way to breathe better, but it also exacerbated his feeling of being out of breath, because all the sights he saw were filled with one person—Iron Red Flame.

His chest was suffocating to the point of unbearable suffocation, as if the whole person was about to explode in a few moments.

He felt that he could easily suffocate to death like this, so he tried to beat himself in the chest like he did last time, slapped himself hard, and clicked on the acupuncture points that would calm him.

This time, however, despite all the things he had done, he still felt like he was about to explode, as the images still kept coming back to him, and the shadow of the iron flame lingered.

At this time, he got up with difficulty and picked up the sobering tank again, hoping to lower his body temperature first.

This time, after picking up the sober canister, he first felt a chill, and then hallucinated. He "saw" the scene of a huge wave sweeping in, which instantly carried him to the depths of the sea. He kept sinking, and he was a little worried that he would never get up. Although he was surrounded by hallucinations, the faith he had always had in his heart shone like a light in the darkness. Just when he felt hopeless, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that his mission was not yet completed, he had to live no matter what, he could live, and he would never die like this.

He felt like he was still sinking, his legs struggling upwards with his legs, but no matter how hard he tried, he was still sinking to the bottom of the sea.