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The closest person to her should be Shen Hui, and in addition, there is another person, this person's aura is somewhat familiar, but she can't remember who it is.

Shen Hui said right at this moment: "Han Daoyou, I can bring you the person you want." ”

The monk surnamed Han replied, "There is a friend of Lao Shen, please wait outside the house." His voice was a little dry and slightly sandy, and he should be an old man.

Shen Hui walked away, stopped from time to time, and said, "Leave it alive." ”

The monk surnamed Han said: "Definitely." ”

Shen Hui's breath gradually disappeared within Zheng Guan's senses, and the two sides were connected by the old rope, and it was impossible to leave more than Zhangyu. The Qi Refining Cultivator after the seventh layer of Qi refining, within a hundred steps, can be understood in his heart, but Zheng Guan thought about it carefully, since he entered the fog, this kind of induction began to weaken, and at this moment, Shen Hui, who was at most more than a zhang away, she couldn't feel it. This should be related to the mist, even if her soul is stronger than that of ordinary qi refining cultivators, she can't be unaffected, but looking at Shen Hui, the impact is not great, the most likely is because of cultivation.

The difference between the soul in each realm is not only a matter of strength or weakness, but also a matter of soul quality.

The improvement of cultivation is not only the enhancement of the soul in terms of numbers, but also the qualitative transformation.

Her soul is strong, she is powerful, and she is still effective when resisting the pressure of other monks, but she does not have any advantage against the real soul attack.

Yes, this mist is what attacks the soul!

"Hehe......" A strange smile suddenly appeared in his ears, and the monk surnamed Han said to himself: "In the end, it will still fall into my hands, and let the old man create it for you." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Guan felt a domineering consciousness break into his brain.

The monk surnamed Han let out a light "huh" and muttered: The Dao Sutra of the Knocking Source Institute can actually make the number of souls as strong as building a foundation, but the quality has not been transformed, how can it resist me?

Rumble...... Zheng Wan suddenly felt that her head exploded, this breath, she remembered, it was not Mr. Chaoyun Sect's Zhuji Monk Painting Bone!

Although Chaoyun Sect and Jin Dao Sect were at peace on the surface, the struggle between the two parties against the first sect in the Immortal Cultivation Realm had already made it difficult for the two parties to coexist peacefully.

In her consciousness, Mr. Painted Bone was in charge of the affairs of the Knock Source Institute, and it stands to reason that Xu Daozi should not let him come to Beihai? Don't......

didn't have time to think about the reason, but she felt that the knowledge in her brain was becoming more and more domineering, and she wanted to rush to Huyu, Zheng Wan was shocked, which quickly reminded her of soul searching.

This thought for a lifetime, and immediately her consciousness was entangled with Mr. Bone's consciousness, but her consciousness was like a drop in the bucket, and she couldn't resist it at all, and even if she laid down the air ban, she couldn't stop the impact of knowledge.

The violent stirring of consciousness in her mind made Zheng Guan more and more sober, and she suddenly opened her eyes to see the bony hand on her forehead and a pair of eyes that changed from joy to surprise and then to cold.

"Long time no see, Zheng Guan." Mr. Painted Bone laughed.

Zheng Wan frowned, and then listened to him: "Don't move, otherwise it may hurt your soul." ”

Zheng Guan's murderous intent flashed in his heart, and he said coldly: "Want to search my soul? There is also a price! She knew that if the soul seeker encountered strong resistance from the soul seeker, the battle between the two sides would inevitably intensify, and even if the soul seeker was strong, it would inevitably be harmed. And Mr. Painted Bone, even if he has studied the soul thoroughly, even if the soul is special and the foundation is as strong as the Jindan monk, if she fights to the death, he will not be able to benefit!

Mr. Painted Bone looked gloomy and said, "You are here for the white clouds, if you are competing with me here, you will not get any benefit!" ”

Since Mr. Painted Bone and Shen Hui have reached some kind of consensus, and Shen Hui also said that she is the person Mr. Painted Bone wants, presumably Mr. Painted Bone also knows a lot about her situation, so it is natural to guess the purpose of her coming to Beihai, and it is Baiyun. Zheng Guan is not surprised by this. To her surprise, Mr. Painted Bone didn't seem to be surprised by her recovering her memory, and was convinced that there must be some reason she didn't know.

Zheng Guan doesn't care about these for the time being, she has to deal with the current things first. As she became sober, the consciousness of resistance in her brain became stronger and stronger, and Mr. Painted Bone's original consciousness had a way out, and he did not kill it all, but he was blocked by Zheng Guan.

As they negotiated but did not reach a consensus, and she expressed her determination by continuing to resist, Mr. Painted Bone was completely enraged, like a mad beast, breaking her sense of resistance, breaking her forbidden void, and driving straight to the Yuju.

There was a sudden sharp stabbing pain in her head, and she couldn't help but bite her lip, but she still didn't give in.

In the pot, the liquid mist is separated from the two phases, and a hegemonic consciousness breaks out of the liquid phase, drills into the fog, and then rises out of the fog, and escapes into the liquid phase.

Mr. Bone's consciousness kept jumping in the liquid mist, but suddenly stopped, turning into Mr. Bone's figure, only to see him wave his hand, Zheng Wan felt that his own meaning immediately collapsed, and when it collapsed, another consciousness was born again. In the middle of this scattered life, Mr. Painted Bone pinched a strange trick in his left hand, causing the two phases in the pot to suddenly surge as if there was an invisible and huge hand stirring up.

Under this influence, Zheng Guan's consciousness is no longer formed.

The next moment, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the two phases of the surging liquid mist, and although Zheng Wan was unfamiliar with the breath in the whirlpool, she knew that it was her soul hidden in the pot. If the soul emerges from the pot, it is even more impossible to fight against Mr. Bone. Soul searching will be an inevitable result.

Zheng Wan suddenly grabbed Mr. Painted Bone's hand, she saw herself in his eyes with a weird smile, and said, "It's too late to stop now!" ”

Mr. Painted Bone sneered, and his voice thought in Zheng Guan's mind: "It's too late for you to succumb now, don't worry, after searching for souls, I will help you build a good future." ”

At the same time, in the pot, in the stirring of the two phases, a vague white shadow suddenly appeared, which was affected by the surging of the two phases, sometimes dissipating, sometimes condensing. The white shadow was surrounded by red gas, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised like a smile, his eyes were cold, and his breath was evil.

"Consciousness as it is!" Mr. Painted Bone was shocked, the true appearance of consciousness is the original appearance of a person's consciousness in the pot, which is different from the appearance of consciousness in the pot into a person's body shape, and the consciousness itself is the sum of a person's thousands of consciousnesses.

There can be thousands of people's consciousness in a moment, some of which you can perceive yourself, and some of which you are not even aware of. And the appearance of consciousness itself will unify the whole consciousness of itself, and the power of this sum will be ten million times that of ordinary consciousness.

It stands to reason that the essence of consciousness should take shape after the birth of the baby, that is, when the soul begins to move towards a state of complete awakening, unless there is some particularly big change that causes the master's momentary powerful obsession to condense all of its own consciousness and achieve the true state of consciousness.

"Suffer death!" Zheng Guan's consciousness smiled coldly, looking extremely excited.

The incarnation of Mr. Painted Bone stagnated slightly, and he quickly pinched a magic trick in his right hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Soul out!" (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )