The remnant soul of the micro-immortal soul has been hovering in Zhuo Junchen's body for many years, and in addition to feeling the cold chill mixed with the powerful demonic qi, Zhuo Junchen is more of a ridiculous feeling of reunion after a long absence.

It's just that the reunion is not necessarily an old friend, but an old enemy. The demonic qi poured into his body forcefully along the seven orifices, oppressing Zhuo Junchen's body almost pervasively. The threat from the micro-living demon soul had never been stronger, and Zhuo Junchen was caught in the middle of a confrontation with this external force.

Whether it is divine consciousness or senses, at this time, they have already cut off contact with the outside world, blessed with this demonic energy, and the micro-life who was dormant in the dantian revealed his minions and went straight to Zhuo Junchen's sea of consciousness.

Zhuo Junchen immediately realized that something was wrong, before the micro-life was sealed, he was also a demon cultivator in the Mahayana period, even if the soul was incomplete now, he was not as good as the micro-life underworld, the only thing Zhuo Junchen could do was to absorb the demonic qi before it was controlled by the remnant soul of the micro-life.

Since the micro-immortal can grab the demonic qi that grows from the inner demon flower, why can't he return the favor with the other way?

Wei Shengming suddenly gained such a powerful power, and he was eager to steal Zhuo Junchen's body and see the light of day again. On the contrary, he didn't realize one thing - these demonic qi sealed in the demon suppression cave were the remnants of his power a hundred years ago, and now his remnant soul has been cultivated in Zhuo Junchen's body for more than ten years, and the Nether Whip has been tempered by the well guarding demon dragon dragon soul, and his demonic soul and demonic energy are different from before.

Qu Ayasha looked at Zhuo Junchen who was wrapped in demonic qi worriedly, the spiritual fire was returned to her before the micro-life was shattered, and now under the pale firelight, Zhuo Junchen's expression was calm and cold, and the dark demonic qi was no longer as impatient as it was at the beginning, and it continued to flow with his breath.

Although he looked extremely calm on the outside, the inside of Zhuo Junchen's body was once again corroded by demonic energy. Wei Shengming used to say that he would not choose to give up his body until Zhuo Junchen reached the god transformation stage. Zhuo Junchen had long wondered what made this Demon Venerable willing to endure for so long. Now looking at these demonic qi even if they only passed through his meridians calmly and quickly, the meridians were a little thinner, and some weak points even had slight cracks. Only then did Zhuo Junchen realize that the demonic qi of the micro-immortal was not only powerful, but also so corrosive.

It's just that at this time, it is a matter of life and death, Zhuo Junchen can't care about how much damage these demonic qi has to him, the only thing he can do is to speed up the speed of his absorption of demonic qi, faster.

These refined demonic qi were more refined than the demonic qi of the heart demon flower, and because they were contaminated with the aura of the spiritual consciousness of others, they seemed even more stubborn, and Zhuo Junchen struggled extremely hard. Ever since the aura was contaminated with demonic nature, Zhuo Junchen had never used this power lightly. Master Venerable once said that the source of spiritual energy is the pure qi between heaven and earth, and the longer you cultivate, the less turbidity qi will be in your body; Most of the demonic qi comes from the seven emotions and six desires, and the more you cultivate, the more you will shake your mind, and even make people's temperament change greatly.

After all, Zhuo Junchen's body was only in the foundation building period, perhaps because he was worried that the demonic qi would erode too much, and the demonic qi pouring into Zhuo Junchen's meridians was less than one-tenth of all demonic qi. Zhuo Junchen was busy using his spiritual power to accommodate and absorb these pure demonic qi, so he naturally didn't notice this.

The scene when he first absorbed the Heart Demon Flower happened to be reversed at this time, and the speed of refining the demonic qi of the micro-life was much faster than Zhuo Junchen's, and he was bent on entering this body, while Zhuo Junchen was suffering from powerful internal and external troubles, forcing out almost all his potential. With the passage of time, the meridians in his body were corroded more and more strictly, and Zhuo Junchen was about to not even be able to run the spiritual qi smoothly, every week of running, he accelerated the refining of so many demonic qi, but the power that could control it became less and less, and the power of the micro-immortal had spread to almost every corner of his internal organs.

Zhuo Junchen couldn't speak, he could barely feel the slightest pain and touch now, I don't know if it was because he was too focused to separate his mind, or because Wei Shengming had almost controlled his body.

The cold demonic qi surged, and when it encountered Zhuo Junchen's power, it only needed to divide a small part to curb Zhuo Junchen's movements, and this chill slowly passed through the heart and lungs, and went towards the siege of the Purple Mansion Zhihai.

Hard-hitting? That's just hitting a stone with an egg, and even if he has a 1 in 10,000 chance of defeating the micro-immortal, I'm afraid he will become a person who is confused all day long. What he can pray for now is to continue to have enough strength to besiege and attack the demonic qi of the micro-born underworld before the micro-immortal conquers the sea of consciousness, and use both the sea of consciousness and spiritual power to besiege and flank the demonic qi of the micro-immortal.

Zhuo Junchen was completely open-minded, and no matter how much damage he would cause to his body if he was using his spiritual power so strongly, the meridians became more shaky under his rough operation, and the speed at which the demonic qi outside his body poured in became faster.

The power of the micro-immortal has stayed outside the sea of knowledge, Zhuo Junchen has sensed his position, but he didn't pay attention to it, but instead increased the speed of his spiritual power to the limit, and the powerful oppression caused a slight pain in his body that was originally unconscious, Zhuo Junchen only felt that his heart was stuffy, and when he opened his eyes slightly, a stream of blood mist erupted from his mouth.

Qu Ayasha took a step forward worriedly, but at this time, it was the situation of taking away, and Qu Ayasha knew that no one else could interfere at all. Zhuo Junchen's eyes had turned as red as blood, revealing a cold and evil spirit that he had never shown on weekdays. Qu Ayasha actually felt that the young man in front of her was a little like Xiao who was a little bit like a little life.

The collision of divine consciousness is like a giant mallet knocking on the bell, in addition to the blank space of the moment of encounter, there are countless layers of dense pain pouring out. All the ** pain is not as good as the damage to this consciousness.

Zhuo Junchen's eyes widened blankly, but there was no brilliance in his eyes, and thin lines of blood snaked down the corners of his mouth, and his face was full of blankness after the collision of divine consciousness. Zhuo Junchen's eyes closed again, even if it was so painful and terrible, he didn't intend to give up resistance.

He still has to live to find the phoenix tail glazed grass for his master.

The pain in my consciousness spread like ripples. The strong fluctuations are so strong that even the onlookers of Ayasha can faintly feel the fierceness and horror in them. Qu Ayasha looked at him with some concern, after a few days of contact, she actually had some appreciation for Zhuo Junchen, but no matter who it was, it was not as good as the status of the micro-immortal in her heart.

The clothes on Zhuo Junchen's body had become a little tattered under the erosion of demonic energy, and Qu Ayasha cared about even the slightest change in Zhuo Junchen's body, and naturally noticed that there was a hint of ominous black on Zhuo Junchen's light-colored collar.

Zhuo Junchen still had the blinding method imposed by Shen Hanfeng on his body, and now under the influence of demonic energy, the subtle frost aura dissipated, and the pattern of the heart demon flower was also revealed.

The slender vines had no flowers and no leaves, and they continued to climb up along Zhuo Junchen's neck, spreading to the root of the ear on the left, and the strange posture was extremely ominous. The vines stopped after they grew ears, but Qu Ayasha saw that these smooth vines suddenly began to spread out, the black branches spread to the right half of Zhuo Junchen's face, the leaves of the heart demon flower were slender, and the demonic qi surrounding Zhuo Junchen was unconsciously much lighter.

Zhuo Junchen's spiritual sense was still stubbornly resisting the attack of the micro-immortal, and every collision was tantamount to death for him. The action of gathering aura in the body did not stop because of the intense pain, but seemed to have become a natural habit, and gradually grew stronger after each operation.

The heart demon flower grows, and the demonic qi is converted into thunder and fire demonic qi by the demon flower, which accelerates the speed of being absorbed and operated by Zhuo Junchen, and these demonic qi are not only getting stronger and stronger, but also imperceptibly infiltrating into the meridians when they are running. The demonic qi of the same root as Zhuo Junchen not only does not corrode the veins, but also broadens the veins and makes them more flexible while repairing them bit by bit.

The abundant spiritual power made Zhuo Junchen's sea of consciousness a little stronger, that is, every time the micro-life used his divine sense to shock, the damage caused to Zhuo Junchen became less and less. The demonic energy outside his body has been absorbed, and the source of magic support has been lost, but Zhuo Junchen's body spontaneously operates the mental method and begins to absorb the spiritual energy in the demon suppression cave. In order to maintain the operation of the magic circle on the stone gate, the spiritual power in the Demon Suppression Cave was already rich beyond the ordinary realm, and although Zhuo Junchen had demonic qi in his body, he could still absorb these heaven and earth pure qi for his own use.

The aura and demonic energy in Zhuo Junchen's body not only filled every corner of his body, but his body was also continuously absorbing the aura from the outside world. This called finally repairing some meridians, and once again they were propped up to faint cracks.

The double pain of spiritual consciousness and body made Zhuo Junchen feel as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff at this time. The skin was reddened by too much force, and the black leaves on the black heart demon flower branches had withered away. And the fat vine was also a little slender at this time, and at Zhuo Junchen's right neck, it produced a bulging bud, which was waiting to be released.

The Nether Whip stayed at Zhuo Junchen's dantian, and when the micro-immortal immortal attacked, he did not use the power of this immortal magic weapon. At this time, there was a slight black and purple light on the Nether Whip, and the action of calling the Micro Immortal to attack Zhuo Jun Chen's sea of knowledge was suddenly stunned. The bead on the Nether Whip was originally the Inner Dan of the Well Protector Demon Dragon, which was forcibly taken by the Micro Immortal and used as a place to imprison the dragon soul, but at this time, it revealed a golden red color, and there was a subtle dragon groan wrapped around the Nether Whip.

The immortal protector, even if the spirit is not inspired by the master, will spontaneously defend the master when the owner is in distress. At this time, the fierce battle between Zhuo Junchen and Wei Shengming was almost over, and any change could reverse the situation of the battle.

It's just that I don't know if the owner of this Nether Whip is the original owner of Zhuo Junchen's body, or the previous master of Weisheng Ming.

The Nether Whip was like a huge whirlpool, originally silent, but after it was put into operation, it inhaled all the spiritual energy and demonic energy that could be touched around it into the dantian.

The originally overly full aura was confined to the narrow dantian by the Nether Whip, some of which were sucked into the Nether Whip, while some of the loose aura was forced to squeeze each other, constantly compressed and condensed, and finally under the action of the Nether Whip, it turned into a small black and purple transparent ball, staying in the dantian.

The purple snake lightning accompanied by the golden red aura on the dragon ball, constantly polishing and condensing this small ball. Zhuo Junchen actually jumped a few steps in a row, and with the help of the Netherworld Whip, his cultivation directly entered the Jindan stage.

Qu Ayasha saw that the surging aura around Zhuo Junchen stopped, and the demonic qi had been completely incorporated into his body, except for the residual blood on his lips and the clothes on his body that had been broken into shape, Zhuo Junchen now seemed to be not only nothing unusual, but his face was seriously injured compared to before

Qu Ayasha's heart was pinched together, and now it seems that the battle between Weisheng Ming and Zhuo Junchen has been settled. I just don't know who the final winner will be.

The young man with closed eyes finally slowly opened his eyes in the anticipation of Ayasa.

It was still the same bright eyes, but the color in the eyes was blood red, and he smiled at the curly ayasa.

Qu Ayasha called out in surprise: "Your Excellency! ”