After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

"This sepak takraw ball is getting smaller and smaller!" Chu Xin observed for a while, and suddenly his expression changed.

"Senior? Are you back, senior?" Feng Zizhang called Ning Buwei, but the person holding the child didn't respond at all.

"Senior may not be able to come back when, we must find a way to save ourselves." Jiang Yizheng held the sword and slashed at the vine, but not only did it fail to split, but it made the vine shrink faster.

"They must be here!" There were several noisy voices from outside.

"The combination of Venerable Dulu, Zen Master Baiyu and Qing Yan will definitely be able to restrain the demon vine. You see, the demon vine can't spare us to trap us now—" Someone said as they walked forward: "Then The child is not easy, even Mei Luoxue wants to catch him, why don't we do it first..."

"Why is there such a big rattan ball here?" Someone suddenly stopped to look at the rattan ball where Feng Zizhang and the others were.

Inside the ball, Feng Zizhang grabbed Ning Buwei's small glowing lantern, and they all held their breath.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and Ning Xiu, who was originally quiet, pursed his lips.

The people outside stayed for a while, seeming to feel that more things are worse than less things, so they lifted their feet and left, but suddenly heard a child crying.

"!!!" Feng Zizhang and the three of them held their breath and stood there dumbfounded.

Take precautions against this little ancestor who is afraid of the dark!

"They're inside!" Someone outside said excitedly.

"Chop the vines!"

Seven or eight people stared at the ball woven from vines, and their swords slashed on the vines, but they couldn't understand it.

"Strange, how did they get in!?" Someone did not believe in evil, and poured spiritual power into the sword.

"You don't want to die, Zen Master Baiyu said that someone has set up a Soul Devouring Formation in the phantom formation, using so much spiritual power will turn into a blood mist!" Someone stopped him.

"The Soul Devouring Formation was created by the demon Ning Buwei, it's very evil."

"Bah! The devil will still be a demon after he dies!"

"We think of other ways..."

Feng Zizhang in the sepak takraw ball shouted at the person who was sitting on the spot holding Ning Xiu: "Senior! It's not good, come back soon!"

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Ning Buwei looked at the small cloud of white mist floating in front of him. This cloud of mist looked harmless, but its level of spiritual power was very high. It should be a small cloud of spiritual consciousness. He might be able to swallow it when he was not prepared. Replenishing the meridians.

But is this old thing already demented? Anyone can enter his sea of ​​consciousness to extract some spiritual power?

Or maybe this blob of spiritual power is an old man's disguise to lure him into the bait?

Ning Buwei didn't dare to act rashly because he couldn't figure out the origin of the other party.

The white mist stopped in front of him, as if looking at him, and there was no killing intent around him, Ning Buwei was very envious looking at this large group of high-grade spiritual power, and the other party acted like a soft bun who was easy to bully , After thinking for a moment, stretched out a small wisp of black mist and poked the opponent tentatively.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the foundation of a monk's cultivation. During the retreat, the monk's own second consciousness of gods and spirits is cultivated here, and no one else is allowed to enter. Once someone invades, the monk will immediately notice, and the sea of ​​consciousness will automatically strangle the opponent. Guang, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, the stronger the spiritual consciousness of a monk with a lower cultivation base than him, there is absolutely no way to survive, unless the opponent's cultivation base is much higher than him.

But the spiritual consciousness is different from the spiritual consciousness. If it is not necessary, the spiritual consciousness will never leave the body, and that is tantamount to seeking a dead end.

His son was born with a golden elixir, his spiritual consciousness is strong, and it is of the same origin as his own. When the child was born, he couldn't control himself and would often float into the sea of ​​his consciousness, and he came to seek shelter. Naturally, Chu Jun would not strangle his own son, but the one in front of him The small group of black mist was already the second attack, and he didn't notice it in time both times.

Chu Jun couldn't tolerate this person being so presumptuous.

Chu Jun arranged his vast sea of ​​consciousness in a circle, and after confirming that the other party had absolutely nowhere to escape this time, he freed his hands, and was ready to investigate this person thoroughly before strangling him completely.

As he was thinking like this, suddenly a small round hand was condensed from the small cloud of black mist, and it poked at his stomach.

Chu Jun: "..."

Could it be that this monk's mind is a little abnormal?

The other party didn't respond, so I would rather not be overjoyed. In order not to scare the other party, he deliberately restrained his killing intent completely. Swallowing this kind of high-purity spiritual consciousness will heal his wounds by [-]% to [-]%. Under the temptation of huge interests, Ning Bu decided to take risks and slowly approached this small cloud of white mist.

Chu Jun patiently asked Jun to enter the urn. The moment he approached, the calm sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became turbulent, and countless spiritual powers interweaved into a huge net to trap the black mist in it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the originally slow-moving black mist erupted with surging killing intent and suddenly attacked him at high speed!

At this moment, Chu Jun suddenly heard a faint and distant cry of a child, which sounded familiar, and distractedly glanced into the sea of ​​consciousness, but did not find his son.

He took the blow of the black mist with ease, and used his tyrannical spiritual power to suppress the opponent tightly, and a wisp of white mist rushed straight towards the opponent.

He really wants to draw his soul!

Ning Buwei was waiting for the opponent's hand, the Soul Eater Array on his body was already waiting for the opponent, pretending not to resist and waiting for the opponent to step on the pit, but Feng Zizhang's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Senior!It's not good, come back soon! '

Ning Xiu's crying could be vaguely heard.

Ning Buwei decisively strikes first, the spiritual power left behind the opponent rushes to attack the opponent without hesitation.

Without turning his head, Chu Jun easily dispelled and took back the spiritual power that belonged to him, but he didn't want the black mist to suddenly increase ten times, enveloping the white mist where his spiritual consciousness was.

Ning Buwei was worried about Ning Xiu's safety, and was in a hurry to leave. In desperation, he drew a small amount of his own consciousness and strangled this group of spiritual power.

Black and white mist blend together, the black mist is menacing, spreading out like ink strayed into the water, but it gathers together in an instant to firmly trap the white mist, fiercely trying to swallow the white mist, but finds that it cannot be swallowed at all On the other side, instead, the two clouds of mist entangled and merged without distinguishing each other. The black and white mist rolled and rolled, and the originally calm water below slightly oscillated.

Ning Buwei used the Soul Devouring Formation to devour the other party's spiritual consciousness, not only failed, but a strange and extremely comfortable feeling that he had never experienced before instantly swept through his body, almost making him groan.

Ning Buwei was dumbfounded immediately.

How is this going! ?

And Bai Wu, who was tightly entangled by the black mist, froze in place.

Overwhelming and extraordinary joy and comfort swept the whole body, as if a tremor from the depths of the soul surged out, knocking out the two murderous people by surprise, and their minds were completely blank.

Ning Buwei's spiritual consciousness originally intended to devour the other party's spiritual consciousness, but now it blends with the other party without distinguishing each other, and even feels strangely that the white mist is extremely sweet, with an addictive taste that makes him unwilling to let go.

The big devil, who was halfway through the murderous killing, realized what happened belatedly, and suddenly his whole body was not well.

What is wrapped in this small cloud of white mist is not spiritual consciousness at all, but a small wisp of spiritual consciousness.

Coincidentally, just now in a hurry, he also drew a little bit of his own consciousness to come in.

As we all know, there is no problem with spiritual consciousness swallowing spiritual consciousness. After all, ordinary people's spiritual consciousness does not leave the body easily. What is released is spiritual consciousness. It is normal for spiritual consciousness to fight and devour each other. He is so used to it that he strangled any grandson who dared to enter his sea of ​​consciousness with his spiritual consciousness. If the more difficult direct spiritual consciousness and spiritual consciousness are used together, it is bound to make the opponent's soul fly away.

It's no problem for him to use his divine sense in his own sea of ​​consciousness, but now it's in someone else's sea of ​​consciousness, he dared to draw his divine sense desperately.

One person's spiritual consciousness cannot swallow another person's spiritual consciousness. At best, the two groups of spiritual consciousness can only blend together. Generally speaking, people call this——

God cross.

It is something that only extremely close and trusting Taoist couples will do.

It is said... the level of comfort is indescribable, and some people even use it for dual cultivation, but the big devil always scoffs at it.

What kind of fool would dare to use his spiritual consciousness to enter another person's sea of ​​consciousness, probably because he thought he didn't die fast enough.

Until he did such a stupid thing.

Even though they only used a small amount of their spiritual sense, and the degree of integration is far from the complete spiritual connection, but... it is also a spiritual connection.

He never expected that the other party's consciousness would also be wrapped in the mist.

A strange and suppressed panting sounded in Ning Buwei's ears, blowing him back to his senses like a thunderbolt.

The two parties in the fusion of spiritual consciousness can perceive the emotions and feelings of the other party, and the other party obviously did not expect that he would dare to act so recklessly that he dared to withdraw the spiritual consciousness. Double the joy is double the shock.

The black and white mist blended together, entangled above the turbulent sea of ​​consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness blended. Rather than being natural, I also experienced the other party's astonishment and bewilderment.

The surging comfort and joy made Ning Buwei feel a little dazed, and instinctively didn't want to let go of the other party. Fortunately, Feng Zizhang's ghostly crying and wolf howling immediately called back his even, making him wake up suddenly.

Ning Xiu!

The big devil was in a hurry to go back to save his son, but the other party seemed to sense that he was going to run away, the white mist suddenly rose and trapped him firmly, he would rather not do it naturally, the two clouds of mist changed from an ambiguous entanglement to a fierce scramble, then The strange comfort became even stronger, making Ning Buwei let out a muffled snort.

Hearing his voice, the white mist was in a daze for a moment, Ning Buwei didn't do anything else, took the opportunity to rub the white mist hard, stayed awake with difficulty, and even snatched away the other party angrily before leaving. A lot of spiritual power, taking advantage of its unpreparedness, escaped again.

The person sitting in the middle of the Sea of ​​Consciousness was shocked, and slowly opened his eyes. The ends of his cold eyes were stained with a thin layer of crimson, and his slender, white fingers unconsciously grasped his sleeves tightly, like the cold snow on a high mountain. melted, and then quickly condensed into ice.

A person who has been pure-hearted and ascetic for nearly a thousand years tastes the world for the first time, and he can't even see the other person's face clearly. This stimulation to Chu Jun is like retreating for more than 500 years and suddenly having a newborn child inexplicably.

He lowered his face, the corners of his brows and eyes were full of coldness.

If you can't beat him, you use such means against him, this person is simply... shameless!