"Mao Rui" stretched out his palm and looked at it in front of him, grinning and laughing: "This body is really good, I don't know how much better than my original body, but it looks too ugly." The name is not good, but my real name is Nanmen Yuanlai. ”

In the black consciousness space, Mao Rui's real consciousness widened, this time his consciousness actually had sanity?

This made Mao Rui not expect that the consciousness in listening to Nanmen Yuan's words was that this thing was also a monk before his death.

It is estimated that he was an unlucky egg, and he happened to be in the city under the mountain gate of Helingzong, and was killed by the bomb/bomb arranged by Bai Xiulin.

What makes Mao Rui feel the most annoying is that this guy still dares to dislike his appearance after occupying his body, and even has to change his name.

If it weren't for being trapped in this consciousness space now, Mao Rui would definitely go out and tear this guy who took advantage of him and sold his good manners to pieces.

It took Nanmen Yuan half a day to familiarize himself with this new body, and when he was able to control it freely, he smiled evilly and harnessed the spirit weapon towards the nearest town.

Observing his every move throughout the whole process, Mao Rui's brows furrowed slightly, this consciousness who called himself Nanmen Yuan seemed to be different from the last time.

Last time, he directly took over Mao Rui's body, and took the initiative to strengthen it according to Mao Rui's situation, and his control over Mao Rui's body was stronger than Mao Rui himself.

If Mao Rui fights against the self who was controlled at the beginning, he is definitely not an opponent. And this Nanmen Yuan still needs to take time to get acquainted.

And judging from the means of his flying weapon, it seems that he simply took advantage of Mao Rui's body, and Mao Rui's other abilities were not obtained.

You must know that shrinking the ground into inches is much faster than flying with a royal weapon, and if he inherits Mao Rui's ability, there is no need to use this worse way of traveling.

Another point is that the spiritual weapon that Nanmen Yuan is stepping on now is taken out of the storage bag. Kill Barry's men, and throw the corpse into the space bag, and the storage bag is carried with him casually, before he has time to check the contents inside.

The artifact used by Barry's men was just a low-grade artifact, and there were only two uses for this quality, throwing it at the enemy and then blowing itself up or selling it for money.

If you want to say that Mao Rui can't give it away, it is too troublesome to melt it and refine the materials inside.

In Mao Rui's eyes, an item that is not even qualified as a gift, Nanmen Yuan treats it as a treasure, indicating that he can't open Mao Rui's space bag, otherwise he will still show such an expression when he sees Mao Rui's collection.

At the same time, it also shows one thing, Nanmen Yuan was definitely not in the foundation building period during his lifetime, and even in the qi refining period, he was a very low-level existence.

Mao Rui clearly remembered that when he first seized the consciousness of his body in the underwater ruins, he not only knew all the spells that Mao Rui had mastered, but also could easily open the space bag and use the items inside, and even the Blood Refining Divine Weapon, the Blood Scythe, had the right to use it.

"Is it because the first possession is special, or is it because Nanmen Yuan is angry that he is a monk?" Mao Rui guessed.

It can only be possessed twice, and the information known is too little, and Mao Rui's guess is destined to sink into the sea and get no results.

Mao Rui is also quite puzzled, from Mao Rui's point of view, he can clearly see that Nanmen Yuan's incomplete consciousness is constantly dissipating, and there will be no trace of Nanmen Yuan in this world in five days at most, but he is not in a hurry at all.

In Mao Rui's opinion, this Nanmen Yuan seemed to have decided that this body belonged to him forever.

Nanmen Yuan came to the sky above the town with uncontrollable pride along the way, and began to pinch the town with a cruel smile.

"Well, what's going on, what about the meridians?" Nanmen Yuan obviously wanted to perform the spell he knew before his death, and after pinching the trick, he was stunned to find that there was no reaction.

Previously, because my mood was too agitated, I didn't have time to look inside, but now I found that the spell couldn't be cast, so I explored this body with my mind for the first time, and it turned out that... There are no meridians.

"It seems that I guessed wrong before, this guy was not in the Qi refining period before his death, and he should be a very down-and-out foundation building monk. "The reason why I changed my guess was mainly because the spell seal that Nanmen Yuan had cast before was very complicated, and it was definitely not a means that those Qi cultivators could use.

After being irritable for a while, Nanmen Yuan discovered the peculiarity in Mao Rui's body, the liquid spiritual energy vortex that was absolutely not in the body of other normal monks, and the fonts that floated around the vortex one by one, exuding colorful colors.

Trying to draw a stream of aura into a certain font, Nanmen Yuan happily sent a spell that could not be named.

"I don't know what the specific exercise is, it's so magical. As he spoke, Nanmen Yuan looked down at the people living in the town right now, and said with a cruel smile: "Just use you bunch of wastes to try the effect of these spells." ”

As he spoke, he clumsily completed a spell, not wanting to throw it downward.

"Bastard, what is this guy doing?" Mao Rui was furious in the consciousness space.

Mortals can be described as the foundation of cultivators, and cultivators directly do things to mortals, which is a taboo in any cultivation system of the human race, and it is okay to kill a few secretly, as long as they are not discovered. But Nanmen Yuan, this bastard, is doing it to mortals openly, is this trying to ruin his reputation or what?

The most important thing is that this guy is this place? This is the chassis of the magic department, and when those mages are blind and slaughter under the noses of others, the mages don't care who you are.

"He knows that there is not much longevity, and he understands that in a few days this body will be regained control by me, so... He wants to disgust me through this method? Even he doesn't want to make people feel better, let me offend the people of the magic department, so that he can drag me to die together?"

"Hahaha, cultivating to be strong is different, what I only dared to think about before, now I can do it if I want to. Nanmen Yuan laughed wildly while slaughtering mortals.

Mao Rui didn't know how to say that Nima was a deformed neuropath, just to vent the resentment in his heart.

The residents of the town screamed, watching their relatives die one by one, but there was nothing they could do but think deeply about what they had done to lack virtue and meet such a disaster.

There are also a few mages in the town, who are usually the pride of the townspeople, and now that disaster strikes, they should stand up.

However, these mages are all magic apprentices, and they are Qi cultivators in the cultivation realm. The difficulty of Mao Rui cleaning up the Qi cultivator is tantamount to dealing with a little kid, that is, he can fight as much as he wants.

And Nanmen Yuan, who occupies Mao Rui's body, does not have Mao Rui's ability, but it is not too difficult to clean up a few cultivators who are not as good as his own, but the time is a little longer.

Soon, all the mages in the town were defeated, and they were all brutally killed by Nanmen Yuan, leaving no one alive.

The inhabitants are desperate, the mage who is like a hero in his heart has no power to fight back in the face of this devil, what can they do as ordinary people?

The residents of the town who were still alive no longer had the heart to resist, and they didn't dare to imagine running away, so they knelt down one by one and only begged Nanmen Yuan to leave their little lives.

"Hahahaha, let you foreign devils look down on me, and I will slaughter you today. Nanmen Yuan looked up to the sky and roared, and the smug and relieved look on his face was not concealed at all.

As he spoke, several more spells fell, and the houses in the town collapsed in pieces.

Mao Rui's forehead of the consciousness body was bruised, this white/idiot had been bullied by foreigners on the earth, and now he got his body and wanted to take revenge.

But can't he see that this is not the earth, and these people are not foreign devils?

An hour later, there was no living in the town, and all of them were brutally killed by Nanmen Yuan.

Slaughtering the entire town, the head of the South Gate walked away with a smile, and the laughter was full of happiness.

Taking out a jade slip from the storage bag under Barry's hand, Nanmen Yuan's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty excitement unique to murderers after checking it, and he licked his lips and said, "There are two other towns around here, and it just so happened that they weren't happy to kill just now." ”

"Do you still want to kill?, is this idiot trying to kill me?" Mao Rui roared angrily in the space of consciousness.

Powerful divine consciousness emanated from Mao Rui's consciousness body, turning into a sledgehammer of thought, constantly attacking the consciousness space. Although in four or five days, Nanmen Yuan's consciousness would dissipate, and Mao Rui would regain control of his body, but he couldn't wait.

According to Nanmen Yuan's style of acting, who knows what other outrageous moves will be made next, if he is discovered by a strong person in the magic department, he will be unlucky in the end.

The space of consciousness is inherently illusory, some people say it exists, others say it doesn't, and this question is like a chicken or an egg, which has been debated for millions of years without a result.

And the sledgehammer of thought that Mao Rui simulated with his divine consciousness is also an ethereal thing, which others can't feel, but it is really in the hands of Mao Rui's consciousness body, and constantly smashes the consciousness space.

"Ahh ”

Nanmen Yuan, who was flying with a weapon, felt as if someone was hammering him on the head with a heavy hammer, and the pain was cracking, and an unsteady fall fell from mid-air, smashing a small crater in the ground.

How could the height he was at at that time be thirty stories high, and he could definitely fall to death a foundation building monk without any protection, if it weren't for Mao Rui's strong body, he could directly fall Nanmen Yuan to death.

"Who are you, who are you, why are you hitting me. In Nanmen Yuan's eyes, he saw that in the darkness, a figure with a faint light all over his body held a big hammer and kept smashing at him, and the sharp pain of being hammered made Nanmen Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"Took my body, disgusted my appearance, tampered with my name, and ended up asking who I am?" Mao Rui's hand kept hammering, and his figure was cold and unwarm.

After Mao Rui's extremely cold words, it seemed that the consciousness space could not withstand this severe cold, and white cracks spread out in the darkness until the entire space was shattered.

"Listen, my name is Death. ”