My brother is so cunning.

The core of Wen Rui's soul turned into a human form and was projected in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness. Standing on the ocean of centipedes, he looked up at the giant centipede that had grown to cover the sky and almost occupy the entire space of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's a fluke. Brother Wen, you, a mortal, can't resist the attack of the divine soul in the transformation realm. You'd better admit defeat."

The giant centipede opens and closes its fanged mouth and spits out human words, which are still good words to persuade.

"Brother Baiyan Taoist, I advise you to be more conscious and don't linger in my sea of ​​consciousness. I usually don't dare to enter this sea of ​​consciousness."

Wen Rui's shadow said in a sincere tone: "You don't know what my little brother has been through these years. It's really painful to tell you. Please exit before I have any intention of fighting back. To avoid the backlash to my soul." Create.”

"Haha, brother, you are deceiving me again. Brother Dao, I have reached the state of divine transformation and have been cultivating the soul for three hundred years. How can the soul be solidified by a mortal?"

The giant centipede shook its huge body with a sound like rolling thunder, and smiled confidently.

"It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die. Hell is activated."

Wen Rui's human form sighed, and just whispered something, and the scene in the sea of ​​​​consciousness on the Lingtai immediately changed.

Countless pitch-black tentacles emerged from the void, fire rained down from the sky, magma gushed out from the ground, and the crawling centipedes sizzled due to the high temperature. The pitch-black tentacles bound the giant centipede so that it could not move.

Countless ghostly shadows poured out from all directions, pounced on the giant centipede, bit and tore at it.

The giant centipede wanted to struggle, but space froze and time stopped. One second became as long as a thousand years, and the pain of being torn and burned did not stop at all.

At this time, Bai-Eyed Demon Lord's soul clone couldn't escape from Wen Rui's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the endless hell, time is endless, vastness is endless, and suffering is endless.

Only those who have personally experienced the Infinite Hell can imagine the exact same scene as the Infinite Hell in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But how can people who have been sent to the Eternal Hell escape from the sea of ​​suffering and escape to describe to others just how painful the Eternal Hell is?

There is a bug in the system for Wenrui. He is probably not the only living being in the three realms, other than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who can build an endless hell in the sea of ​​consciousness.

If Wen Rui didn't choose the spiritual shield, whoever dared to invade his spiritual world would be as unlucky as him and experience the pain of endless hell.

"Do you feel it? Brother Baiyan Taoist, this is where your soul will fall after you die in a thousand years of calamity!"

Wen Rui's tone was like that of an evil ghost from hell, and he seemed to be stating an established fact and concluding a conclusion on the future of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

Only then did the Bai-Eyed Demon Lord realize that Wen Rui was also trying to persuade him. In just one second, his soul clone had gone through thousands of years of endless hell torture. Those words of judgment made him even more confused. Three souls and seven souls were scared to pieces.

The giant centipede collapsed and turned into ashes under the karma fire of hell. The soul clone could not withstand the torture of hell and completely collapsed.

In the outside world, Wen Rui and Bai-Eyed Demon Lord only showed a slight shock, and then Bai-Eyed Demon Lord covered his head and screamed "Ah!", fell from the clouds to the ground, and rolled in pain in the dust.

It seems that the collision on the spiritual level only lasted less than a second, but the "timeless" characteristic of the Infinite Hell extended this second to the infinite.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord experienced it for the first time and suffered severe mental trauma.

Several Spider Spirits in Pansi Cave were completely incomprehensible. Sister Spider, who had reached the state of spirit transformation, murmured: "Senior brother fought with Boss Wen's soul, but Boss Wen hurt his soul? This is unreasonable! "

Before and after Wen Rui broke through the Void Returning Realm, his improvement in strength was not a smooth curve, but an exponential increase.

The state of transformation after returning to the virtual world is actually easier for him to deal with. Most monks would be afraid of Yuan Shen attacking the soul, but he was not afraid at all.

Instead, he expected the other party to use this method on him and invade his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, so that the other party could also taste the suffering he had suffered.

He is the kind of bad guy who always wants to bring a few backers to accompany him in misfortune when he falls into a puddle.

The soul of the spirit-transforming monk is condensed. If it invades the sea of ​​consciousness of the monk who returns to the void, he can use the condensed soul clone to damage the opponent's soul, giving him a crushing advantage.

This is the key reason why the transformation stage is essentially stronger than the return stage.

But Wen Rui is just the opposite. What he fears is that the laws of physics will fail. The technological power he relies on has no material basis and cannot hit the opponent's entity.

As for the attack by the soul, even if he does not use the method of visualizing the real hell, he has been practicing Buddhism for many years and his spiritual thoughts are clear, and his soul is blessed by great merits, so he is really not afraid at all.

Merit has infinite uses, and it is not a lie that ghosts and gods dare not harm people with great merit.

When Cangjie created the characters, the sky was like raindrops, the ghosts were crying at night, and the dragon was a mere mortal hidden in the snow. The merit of creating characters can make the ghosts cry and the dragon hide.

After breaking through the Return to Void Realm, he seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, with no shortcomings. His comprehensive strength broke through the bottleneck and soared to the sky. All the accumulated technical means were put to use, and anyone who came dared to fight.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord was in the same miserable state as Wen Rui when he escaped from hell on weekdays, and his spirit suffered a huge blow.

What's even worse is that his soul clone was destroyed in Wen Rui's Lingtai Sea of ​​Consciousness, and his soul was actually traumatized.

After waiting for a long time, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord got up from the ground, with a miserable look on his face, and his eyes were a little blurry.

"admire!"

The Hundred Eyes Demon Lord bowed to Wen Rui weakly: "Today, Sect Master Wen really taught you a lesson, so that you will know that there are people who are better than you, and you will never look down on the world's cultivators again."

"It's just..." He gritted his teeth: "I haven't used my innate magical power yet, and I won't give up even if I lose. I beg you to help me!"

"Brother, just use your magical power. I will accompany you to the end."

Wen Rui fell to the ground, put away his great power, shrugged indifferently, and said: "Your magical power was ineffective against me when you sold me the genetic sample a hundred years ago. Since you won't give up, let me show you how I broke your golden light magic."

The Hundred Eyes Demon Lord looked solemn. This time he didn't dare to disbelieve Wen Rui's words, but he still took off his black robe.

The Taoist was shirtless, with his arms raised high, and there were a thousand eyes densely packed under his ribs.

Thousands of eyes opened from their closed state, and golden light burst out from their eyes. The light condensed into a column and shone towards Wen Rui.

Under the golden light, the women watching the battle were dazzled and could not open their eyes. The residual power scattered alone made the cultivators feel extremely uncomfortable.

After a thousand years, Sun Wukong, who had cultivated his flesh into a holy body with steel and iron bones, was also hit by this golden light, and his bones became soft and his muscles became weak, his skin broke and sores formed, and he bled and pus flowed.

If the power of the innate magical powers of the demon race is ranked, the golden light of the thousand eyes under the ribs of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord can at least be ranked in the top five.

This innate magical power ignores the realm and is specifically used to break the golden body and the Dharma body. Immortals will lose a layer of skin when they are hit.