Yusha

Chapter 561: Gathering ghosts, monsters, and sword tombs (four more!)
The indescribable painful feeling submerged Song Qingxi's soul little by little over a long period of time.

Perhaps for the first time in his life, Song Qingxi began to hate the synaesthesia possessed by the true soul itself.

But all of this is not something that Song Qingxi can cut off by himself, he has practiced the Tongyou Talisman Array, and also has the secret method of the supreme wedding dress of Baihualou.

The scene of the cold winter and the storm of sword energy in the torrential cold rain in Song Qingxi's eyes from the long-lasting cave are not just objectively presented pictures.

Her thoughts and thoughts were poured into those subjective perspectives that did not belong to her. It was the sword qi storm recorded in the eyes of another person. Song Qingxi could truly feel what the other person felt. The pain when death is approaching, the pain when the sword qi storm is added to the body, and the endless despair in the relatively short lingering process of the sword qi storm passing by.

There are also all the thoughts that emerge and rise during the process of welcoming all this from the beginning to the end, and the process of the person's life from the beginning to the end.

All of this taught Song Qingxi to empathize with her.

And even this process is still repeated.

There were not only one or two Jian Zong Daozi who died in that storm of sword energy. So, in the process of repeated repetitions, Song Qingxi "stopped" in every corner of the vast grassland, seeing the scene from different perspectives. The birth of the same sword qi storm witnessed countless times that "self" and fellow disciples around him were cut off in the storm and their souls were imprisoned.

Countless times of empathy, countless different but equally painful and desperate experiences.

What's more, along with this process, Song Qingxi discovered in horror that Chu Weiyang did not use secret methods to reflect these images and draw his mind into some indescribably fascinating illusion.

That was the Dao and Dharma that the Golden Core monk of the Sword Sect could not understand. It seemed to be the supreme secret technique involving the way of ghosts and ghosts. All in all, when Song Qingxi was painfully trying to forget all this, she suddenly I realized that the painful emotions I had experienced had completely become part of my mental memory.

It seems that someone has used ingenious means to completely melt the mental memories of these Jianzong Daozi when they were on the verge of death with this part of Song Qingxi's soul and true spirit.

Zeng Wenhong, Zhen Yutong, Sui Ming, Cui Xian...

To some extent, part of these people's memories and experiences became Song Qingxi's own at this moment.

Not her, but all her.

And I don't know whether Chu Weiyang was intentional or unintentional, whether he really didn't practice well or just wanted to do so. With more and more mental memories "stitching" towards Song Qingxi's soul and true spirit, Song Qingxi's own thoughts and feelings Thoughts themselves are smelted into it.

This step will not hurt Song Qingxi's soul origin.

But when this kind of close entanglement is completely integrated, it also means that as long as Song Qingxi's thoughts and consciousness still exist, as long as thoughts and thoughts are still alive, what will be pulled along is that Memories spliced ​​and melted into it.

From this moment on, the pain followed her like a shadow.

Jianzong's Devil-Suppressing Cave has already collapsed, but at this moment, Chu Weiyang personally used this method to build a desperate "Mo-Suppressing Cave" for Song Qingxi that belongs only to her true soul.

And also accompanied by such changes, accompanied by the uncontrollable radiance and emergence of mental memory, and then, when the mental memory continued to reflect towards Song Qingxi's soul and true spirit, the pain that was truly at the peak began to superimpose .

Pain itself cannot be more intense.

But with this kind of superimposition, the pain began to spread to the deeper part of Song Qingxi's soul, and the strong emotion itself began to be reflected in the space.

Not only that, when more and more fearful memories began to be spliced ​​and smelted, when Song Qingxi's thoughts and thoughts jumped every time, it was accompanied by the superimposition of multiple magnitudes of pain and despair.

Inevitably, Song Qingxi began to have a real trance.

In a trance, which one is the one I am really experiencing, and which one is the vain illusion that does not belong to me.

Song Qingxi couldn't tell these things apart at first, and he clearly didn't know who were Zeng Wenhong, Zhen Yutong, Sui Ming, and Cui Xian who were in this ghostly creature of pain and despair.Or Song Qingxi.

This messy feeling made Song Qingxi at a loss.

If she is the true soul of the complete Golden Core cultivator, no matter how "ignorant and incompetent" swordsmanship cultivator is, Chu Weiyang will use all his strength to urge the Xuanzhen Baojian, and I am afraid it will be difficult to melt and stitch these messy memories into one. His true spirit and thoughts.

But what appeared in front of Chu Weiyang at this moment was a part of his true spirit, with traces of artificial isolation, and the instinct of life made this true spirit naturally desire to be completed.

As a result, more and more things that did not belong to Song Qingxi gradually became part of "Song Qingxi" in the process.

And in the same way, in this process, more and more things that originally belonged to Song Qingxi were stripped away bit by bit, and became the most painful and desperate among the layers of pain and despair superimposed in Song Qingxi's thoughts and thoughts. The gentle layer made it no longer belong to her.

It was Chu Weiyang and Chunyu Zhi working together to strip the power of Daoguo from the control of her thoughts and thoughts.

The peeling itself is painful.

It is also painful to split it into strands and strands.

The power of Dao and Fruit itself, which is divided into strands and strands, still maintains its connection with the true spirit and Dao, and in this state, it is smelted into the world of mountains, rivers and swords, and it cannot be erased. pain of.

One, two, three...

And it was this kind of pain itself that originated in his own mind, which made Song Qingxi more and more confused. Was this endless painful torture caused by those soul memories that did not belong to him, or because of himself?
Accompanied by this process of confusion, it was precisely in this trance that Chu Weiyang's counter-practice magic array and the secret technique of wedding dress itself were used more efficiently.

All those strange mental memories, in this intertwined and messy feeling, are completely consistent with Song Qingxi himself, and there is no distinction between them.

Pain follows her everywhere.

Pain became one with her.

She is this "Suppressing Demon Nest", and "Suppressing Demon Nest" is her!

So, along with this process, it seemed like transformation and sublimation. Under the situation that Song Qingxi couldn't control herself, her "incomplete" soul and true spirit were filled and became more and more complete.

But Yoo isn't complete yet.

The true spirit of a monk who stays in this field should interweave and resonate with Tao and Dharma.

So, as if following the instinct of some kind of creature, the phoenix fireworks wrapped her soul and true spirit, fused with the last ray of Dao fruit power, and was refined into the world of mountains, rivers and swords.

This is not casting the sword spirit, it is turning the soul and true spirit of "Song Qingxi" into a part of the power of Dao fruit, melting it into it together, and then becoming a part of the mountain and river sword world.

She is just a prisoner in this sword world.

A gray-black mist permeated the world of mountains, rivers and swords. Below her feet were rolling mountains, and above her head was a star map hanging high with thousands of swords.

And the gray-black mist is constantly whirling and circling along with the intertwining sword energy of birth and death. Gradually, in the mist, there is a figure of a god that is about to appear, but at first, it was the face of another person. Before it was solidified, it was shattered; another one appeared, and then shattered; another one, and then shattered...

In just one breath, she seemed to be changing ever-changingly, and finally, with the collapse of all the faces, in the crumbling gloom, the real figure of Song Qingxi appeared.

With a pale complexion, she looked at Chu Weiyang who was standing in the air outside the world of mountains and rivers and swords.

Between the four eyes facing each other, there was no vivid face on the figure that was suffering from pain and numbness.

After a long silence, Song Qingxi's numb soul voice echoed in the world of mountains, rivers and swords.

"kill me……"

But in the next moment, without waiting for Chu Weiyang to respond, the violent turbulence of the soul burst out from the mist, and then, one after another in the mist, the outlines that were so blurred that only the shape of a ghost appeared, When the pig ran like a wolf, it seemed to rush out of the mist, but after struggling to no avail, it rushed towards Song Qingxi's divine form again like a wild beast.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingxi's body swayed, and the severe pain seemed to overwhelm her sanity again.

At the same time, with the violent vibration of the mist, all the mountains and rivers that had been smelted with the power of the golden core and dao fruit were all shaken in an instant.

Gai because when this sword pill was smelted in the past, in the mountains and rivers sword world inside, the sword intents of the Taoists of the sword sect were swallowed and suppressed.

Nowadays, there are changes like "the vicissitudes of life", but the constant part of Tao and law can still teach them to interweave and resonate.

It is precisely because of this kind of interweaving and resonance that in an instant, if one dharma responds, all dharmas will respond. Between the galaxy and the mountains, there are thousands of swords, swords, swords, swords, and swords intertwined.

And every interlacing of sword light, sword energy and sword intent all passed through the mist.

Therefore, the mist itself is like a "whetstone", and the true spirit of the great monk in the golden core realm is still there. Whenever such sword intent crosses through the mist, it seems to be like an experience. It is like grinding and refining, which makes the sword intent more transparent and smooth.

For a time, the refinement of the power of Dao Fruit became even more advanced.

It's just the pain of Wan Jian piercing through the soul, I'm afraid it's not good.

While in the air, Chu Weiyang just watched the changes in the sword pill indifferently, and for a certain moment, it seemed that pleasure flashed from his eyes.

"You see, when you mention death, the memory of those deaths will emerge from your mind."

"Look carefully!"

When the voice fell, Chu Weiyang raised his hand.

In the palm of the Taoist, in the emerald jade fireworks, the ray was intercepted by him, wandering in the pure "Four Elephant Sword Picture" meaning of the power of Dao fruit, in the ups and downs, already connected with Chu Weiyang The true form of swordsmanship interweaves and resonates.

Use the power of Dao fruit of blood feud to lay a foundation for yourself.

The happiest thing in the world is nothing more than this!

In the next moment, Chu Weiyang raised his hand, squeezed the power of Dao Fruit, and pressed it towards the zenith.

(End of this chapter)