Yuan Shen continued to investigate, Zhang Daoran knew very well that the phantom would not disappear for no reason, it must still be hidden in Mengxi's body!

The investigation just now was too hasty, and in the end it was nothing.

Zhang Daoran frowned: "The dantian meridians, including the acupoints, and the poor path have been explored, and there is no trace of it... Now only Mengxi's Zhihai ......"

At this moment, Zhang Daoran was a little hesitant. Zhihai is also the brain, which is intricate and relatively simple. The brain of an ordinary person is the headquarters of a person's body, and this is still the case for cultivators. The sea of knowledge is the place where the cultivator has the most secrets, not only containing the past and future of each cultivator, but also hiding everything in the cultivator's subconscious. Not only that, the soul, the soul, and the primordial spirit are all cultivated in the sea of knowledge.

Entering the sea of knowledge is very simple, just carelessly, the person who is entered, will inevitably be affected, or injured, or become an idiot......

"If you don't enter the sea of knowledge, you can't get the answer..."

This is the most basic reason for Zhang Daoran's hesitation, and there is another reason, which is the main factor for Zhang Daoran's hesitation: "The phantom just now, that trace of breath, seems to be suppressed vigorously, just that trace of emanation, Poor Dao is already afraid in his heart, and feels the danger, if he enters Mengxi's sea of consciousness, if he faces that phantom, Poor Dao, this trace of primordial spirit, but he will stay in it, and he will inevitably be injured......"

Zhang Daoran has never encountered such a thorny problem, nor has he ever encountered something that makes Zhang Daoran so jealous or even afraid. As a cultivator, every one of them is good at preserving one's life, and it is the foundation of cultivation to be willing to abandon everything and save one's life.

As the saying goes, if you stay in the green mountains, you are not afraid of no wood to burn.

Cultivation is exactly like this, as long as there is life, you will gain everything you have lost. Being fierce and ruthless, and being competitive and reckless are the most taboo things for cultivators. Cultivators don't take risks until they're completely sure.

"I can't take any risks at this time......"

Zhang Daoran frowned, and the expression on his face kept changing.

Fear, even fear, leaving traces on the Dao Heart, this is the last thing a cultivator wants to see, so if Zhang Daoran wants to eliminate the hidden danger of leaving traces on the Dao Heart, he must figure out the origin, identity, and even the purpose of the illusory image here.

Second, the purpose of the phantom is unknown, whether it has taken away Mengxi, so the appearance of the phantom and Mengxi is different. As the sect master of Lake Island, it is impossible for Zhang Daoran to watch Mengxi being taken away......

"If the phantom is really snatched up, and now just one phantom is so powerful, if there is enough time left, when she is completely combined with Mengxi's physical body, her cultivation speed will inevitably increase greatly, and it may threaten the ...... of the island in the middle of the lake."

"Buzz ......"

In this moment's hesitation, that mysterious hum came again.

At the moment when the buzzing sound came, Zhang Daoran felt that his eyes were dark, his chest was stuffy, the blood flowed backwards, and a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out: "The Yuan Shen has been extinguished!"

The original god was traumatized, Zhang Daoran's face was pale, and he felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and there was an unreal feeling.

"What a domineering atmosphere!"

The sound of humming is the sound that will only appear when the aura gathers too violently and causes friction in the space. It's like two clouds colliding to produce thunder. Zhang Daoran knew that the phantom began to condense again, and when he wanted to recover the Yuan Shen, the Yuan Shen was like being hit by a speeding train and hitting the watermelon on the tracks, instantly shattering......

As a cultivator, the Yuan Shen is the foundation, and now the Yuan Shen has lost a small part, although it is only a very small part, it still hurts Zhang Daoran's Yuan Shen.

wiped his lips, his hands were red, and a fierce light flashed in Zhang Daoran's eyes.

"This is Mengxi's physical ......"

When he looked at Mengxi, behind Mengxi, the phantom just now began to slowly condense again. Zhang Daoran instinctively thought that this phantom was probably the primordial spirit of a certain powerful character. And this primordial god has already taken away Mengxi, or Mengxi is still struggling to regain control of his body.

This kind of situation, Zhang Daoran has not seen it, the original Sun Wandering God was a generation of Yin God, and he gave up an ordinary person.

The god of the day tour was originally a ghost god, and it was an ordinary person who took away, so it naturally looked gloomy. Mengxi is a cultivator, and he has an affinity for Reiki. Taking away Mengxi is equivalent to having a physical body that can be cultivated, and there is a future.

"Heavenly Dao is the most public, Mengxi's name has been engraved on Heavenly Dao, even if you take Mengxi like this, it will be difficult to succeed in the end, and you will inevitably be punished by Heavenly Dao. ”

Whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, the provisions of the Heavenly Dao Law can only fail in the end.

However, the phantom was unaware and seemed to be unconscious. The phantom was just a puff of green smoke at first, slowly waving in the air, slowly condensing into a human form. The human form slowly fills the aura, slowly solidifying, becoming clearer and more real.

Zhang Daoran didn't know if this phantom had already taken away Mengxi, at this moment, it seemed that it should be taking away, and it hadn't succeeded yet.

Otherwise, the phantom would not have bothered much, and before, Mengxi was still fine, and he was not taken away at all. It should be that this phantom has just appeared, and it has just begun to take over.

The phantom is still condensing......

completely ignored Zhang Daoran's existence, had no consciousness, or his own strength was too strong, so he didn't put Zhang Daoran in his eyes at all.

Either way, Zhang Daoran can't sit idly by.

"Master Mengxi, hold on... The poor road will not let this phantom succeed......"

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, since the beginning of cultivation, Zhang Daoran rarely moved to kill, in the past two years, Zhang Daoran has cultivated his self-cultivation, never lingered in his arms, saw through his life, and pursued the avenue wholeheartedly.

Now, Zhang Daoran moved with murderous intent: "Mengxi's nephew is my disciple of Lake Island, even if he is desperate, he must be rescued!"

At this moment, between the lightning and flint, Zhang Daoran thought of a possibility: "Could it be that the extraterritorial cultivator is really making a ghost?"

It's very likely!

"So, the extraterritorial cultivator has already started to act?"

With a fierce light in his eyes, Zhang Daoran shook his head: "Extraterritorial cultivators don't have this ability yet!"

Looking up at the void, a cold light flashed in Zhang Daoran's eyes: "This is the mustard seed space opened up by the poor road... Here, the poor road can do whatever he wants!"

As soon as the mind moved, the heavens and the earth were ever-changing, the mountains and rivers migrated, and the rules of heaven and earth were chaotic. The aura is like Zhang Daoran's nerves, controlled by Zhang Daoran. The originally surging aura, at this moment, was like ice and snow melting, and a vacuum was formed here in an instant.

The aura disappeared, and Mengxi, who was sitting cross-legged, frowned, his eyes moved, but he didn't open his eyes.

The phantom behind Mengxi was about to condense, the aura dissipated, it was difficult to gather, and it shook a little for a moment, and it was about to collapse.

Zhang Daoran breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, this is the mustard seed space, and the poor road still has the means to use it......"

"Hum..."

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth shook, and the aura was like the water blocked by the river lock, and the terrifying impact washed away the river gate, surging. The aura around him is like this now, breaking free from Zhang Daoran's shackles and surging again......

Not only that, but the phantom behind Mengxi, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment......