It's just that the Yin and Yang Archmage's affectionate eyes and faint rhythmic breathing all indicate the fact that he is not dead yet.

At this time, the Yin Yang Archmage should be the weakest, and a light palm, or a wave of a long knife, can easily kill him.

Wei Yixiao had such a thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to start, he knew the danger of the battle of divine consciousness, he couldn't judge if he slapped this bald guy now, would it hurt the sect leader?

Wei Yixiao was entangled again and again and didn't dare to start, just quietly observed.

He made the right decision, otherwise the most accomplished sect leader of the Ming Sect since its creation might have been planted in his palm.

The reason why Zhang Wuji's dragon chant stunt is so powerful is because he is guided by the power of divine consciousness, and this dragon chant is mixed with the power of form and meaning, and also mixed with the power of his divine sense, so his sound attack not only acts on the enemy's physical body, but also on the enemy's spiritual realm.

This dragon chant carried a large amount of the blood-colored true qi of the Yin and Yang Archmage, and with a roar, Zhang Wuji, the little Zhang Wuji in the sea of consciousness, turned into a blood-colored dragon and rushed into the sea of Yin and Yang Archmage's consciousness.

This change was not expected by Zhang Wuji himself, for the cultivation of the spiritual one, he already lacked cultivation methods, relying on the Jiuyang True Scripture in the early stage and Taijiquan in the later stage, but he was crossing the river by feeling the stones. He didn't have a clear outline of his cultivation, nor did he have a specific cultivation method, let alone use it.

The Yin Yang Archmage he met today was the only person in his memory who knew how to cultivate spiritual power.

Xiao Zhang Wuji in the sea of knowledge is the condensation of his spiritual energy, and it is the embodiment of his consciousness, which is his soul. But this soul is not under his control. This Xiao Zhang Wuji is passive every time he makes a move.

This time, too, Xiao Zhang Wuji seemed to sense the crisis on his own, and turned into a blood-colored dragon and entered the sea of knowledge of the Yin Yang Archmage through some unknown channel.

Zhang Wuji's consciousness detached from the physical body, and he lived in Xiao Zhang Wuji's body and entered the other party's sea of knowledge. His physical body is only controlled by some kind of dark connection, and he survives with minimal consumption.

The Yin Yang Archmage's Sea of Knowledge was more than five times larger than Zhang Wuji's, and a towering red giant tree grew in the middle of the Sea of Knowledge. Blood-colored trunks, blood-colored branches, blood-colored leaves, the whole space is filled with a blood-red atmosphere, the sky is blood-red, and the ground is blood-red.

Next to the World Tree is a statue of a three-headed and six-armed deity that radiates golden light, which is particularly similar to a certain Buddha statue in Buddhism.

As soon as the blood-colored dragon that Xiao Zhang Wuji turned into entered this sea of knowledge, he suddenly rushed towards the statue. It was completely spontaneous, and although Zhang Wuji's consciousness resided in this energy body, he had no way to control it.

The three-headed six-armed statue shining with golden light suddenly stood up, his body shook, his whole body rattled, and the World Tree suddenly shook violently, and the entire sea knowledge space was suddenly like a twelve-level sandstorm, and there were blood-red waves rolling everywhere, extremely terrifying.

"There is no door to hell, you have come by yourself, junior, you have deceived people too much. The voice of the Yin Yang Archmage rang out.

The blood-colored dragon soared into him and crashed into him, and Zhang Wuji wanted to cry but had no way. "It's obvious that you came to the door, and your strength is so high, it's forcing me to work hard, who bullies whom? Ever since the success of the gods, how have you ever been so embarrassed? And this villain's version of myself, it's obviously myself, but I just can't control it. Zhang Wuji could only watch as he crashed headlong into the three-headed six-armed idol.

I saw that the dragon's two front paws quickly grabbed the two arms of the three-headed six-armed idol and bit one of the heads. The other four arms of the idol were also drawn from the dragon's body.

"Junior, you dare to ......" the Yin Yang Archmage burst into tears.

"So fierce?" Zhang Wuji was surprised, he didn't expect him to be so powerful. Looking closely, he realized that the idol in front of him should have just condensed, and his facial features had not yet fully manifested.

The dragon's mouth closed, and its sharp teeth easily tore apart the idol's neck, and with a flick of the dragon's head and two chews, the head of the idol was swallowed. The fracture on the neck of the statue is like jade, and the brilliance is faint, revealing some mysterious rules.

The dragon let the idol's four arms twitch at his body, and the scales thumped. The two dragon claws pulled hard, and the two arms of the idol were also torn off, and the flying dragon did not forget to throw the two arms into his mouth and chew them.

Zhang Wuji was dumbfounded, this is eating alive, this is definitely not his idea, let alone his food style, it is a humanoid creature, maybe it is a special person. Let him eat people, that is absolutely impossible.

But everything in the world is so magical, obviously it is not his own subjective will, obviously he is not doing it himself, but he still eats a head and two arms of a god idol with his own hands. And seeing that the dragon still had the posture of continuing to eat, Zhang Wuji really felt helpless.

"Junior, Zhang Wuji, if you have something to say, let's stop fighting. You and I are both people in the same world, so why kill each other. The Yin Yang Archmage's voice was full of anxiety.

The dragon didn't respond, but spun around in the air and pounced.

"Old bald head, I didn't do it, it's hard for me to speak now. Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly, watching as the dragon's two front paws rested on the two arms of the idol, and he opened his mouth to bite another head.

"Shameless junior, I won't let you go in the Great Snow Mountain. You are not a physical cultivator at all, and it is impossible for a single line of physical cultivation to condense such magical powers. Hate, hate, hate, angry deity, the ninth ascetic once turned into nothingness, careless, careless. The Yin Yang Archmage roared in anger.

The dragon's feeding was swift and rhythmic, pulling and pulling in three bites, and in two bites, a statue of a god with a golden body, three heads and six arms was swallowed into his belly.

The storm in the sea of knowledge was even more violent, and the World Tree shook even more violently, as if it was about to be uprooted by the wind. The dragon stretched its body in the air as hard as it could after devouring the idol, its body elongating, thickening, and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Wuji suddenly felt that the power of Fang Fang was tearing at him, and he watched himself being stretched a little bit. The head is growing a little bit, and the palm is getting bigger a little bit.

"Ah......h