Lingchuan's shouts resounded throughout the hall, and the strength of not admitting defeat and not giving up made many people in the green forest admire......

"Brother Ye, that's good!" the short and fat middle-aged man couldn't help but shout again.

This time, however, no one spoke out to reprimand.

Shen Conglong's blood-red eyes stared at Lingchuan, indifferent and peaceful. His face was dark and blue, and although he was expressionless, it was even more chilling.

"Die!"

Lingchuan's words seemed to anger him, he snorted coldly and ran towards the main hall......

The people gathered in the main hall hurriedly flashed to the side, for fear that they would run slowly and be accidentally injured by Shen Conglong, who was like an ancient beast.

Seeing the other party's 'giant claw' grabbing at his neck, Lingchuan hurriedly raised his arms to block it.

At this moment, Shen Conglong's hands are completely different from ordinary people, and it is more appropriate to call them claws.

Shen Conglong's 'left claw' lifted and flicked Ling Chuan's arms to the side, easily breaking through his defenses in an instant.

Lingchuan hurriedly leaned back, trying to dodge, but Shen Conglong's 'right claw' quickly chased after him and pinched his neck!

"Ahem, ahem!"

Lingchuan coughed dryly twice, and hit the opponent's 'right claw' hard, but Shen Conglong's strength was extremely strong, and the more he pinched, the tighter he became......

Within a moment, Lingchuan lowered his arms and lost the strength to resist.

Shen Conglong's huge 'right claw' lifted him high as if he had grabbed a chicken.

Lingchuan kicked his legs in mid-air, and his cheeks were suffocated. His body became weaker and weaker, his consciousness was fluttering, and he seemed to faint at any time......

"Shen Palace Master..... He is a spiritual monk of the Red Forest Sect, and he cannot be killed......"

Just when Lingchuan was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly heard an old voice come out.

The man who spoke was full of gray hair, and had spoken many times before about the two sides fighting. This person's nickname is Pulsatilla, ranked fourth on the spirit search list, and he has a very good personal relationship with Shen Conglong. He was worried that the killing of the spiritual monk would provoke the Honglin faction to hold him accountable, so he reminded him.

"Humph!"

Shen Conglong turned his head and glared at the pulsatilla with a pair of bloody eyes.

Pulsatilla was shocked, and swallowed the unfinished words back into his stomach.

The fourth-ranked master on the Spirit Seeking List was shocked by Shen Conglong's eyes and didn't dare to speak......

Perhaps, this is exactly what Shen Conglong is willing to see, using absolute force to deter people with bad intentions.

"Hehe, work harder, kill him, and we won't have to do it!" the fat thief gloated.

The thin thief's face was solemn, and he secretly said in his heart: "I hope what the man said is true, otherwise there will be some trouble......"

Lingchuan struggled to breathe, struggled to climb his legs, and the consciousness in his brain became more and more blurred, only to feel that he was going to die.

After a few more seconds, the whole world suddenly fell silent, his eyes went dark, his breathing stagnated, his limbs hung limply, and his consciousness disappeared in his mind in an instant.

Shen Conglong noticed that Lingchuan was not breathing, and threw him to the ground casually.

"Knock, knock......"

Shen Conglong's two 'giant claws' collided with each other, making a muffled sound.

He looked around at the crowd, and suddenly raised his head and roared, and the sound was like the sound of a dragon!

The nearly 10,000 onlookers were all shocked and didn't dare to look directly at Shen Conglong.

"Haha, I was actually killed, and finally solved one!" the fat thief forced a smile.

"This ...... Where is this?" Lingchuan's consciousness disappeared from his mind, and he suddenly woke up from a dim environment, only to see that the surroundings were empty and dead, and the sky seemed to be filled with heavily polluted haze.

"Spirit Seed, my consciousness has all reached the Sea of Consciousness Space!"

After panicking for a moment, Ling Chuan suddenly reacted, his brain was unconscious, that is, after his body lost consciousness, his consciousness was all transferred to the sea of consciousness space and attached to the spirit seed!

Previously, under the concentration of energy, his spiritual consciousness could sink and gather in the space of the sea of knowledge.

Spiritual consciousness is the embodiment of consciousness, which originates from consciousness but is beyond consciousness, just as people often say that the flash of inspiration is beyond consciousness!

But from the beginning to the end, there has never been a situation where all consciousness has sunk into the space of the sea of consciousness like this.

Because, for a spiritual practitioner with a spiritual seed, this experience is only possible when he is truly on the verge of death!

Lingchuan often hears that people with spiritual seeds have a hard life, and it is precisely because of this situation that as long as the spiritual seed of a spiritual practitioner is not broken, there is a place for consciousness.

The spirit seed is both real and virtual, and ordinary forces cannot break it at all, unless it is with absolute aura or internal force. Consciousness is attached to the spirit seed, which is equivalent to an extra layer of insurance. No matter how badly damaged the body is, as long as the spirit seed with consciousness is still there, there is a chance to recover.

Although the spiritual seed is not easy to be broken, and the spiritual cultivator is not easy to die, no one dares to try to feel near death at will. Therefore, the experience of all consciousness gathering in the space of knowing the sea is not something that everyone can experience.

Under this rare experience, Lingchuan suddenly had a feeling of sudden enlightenment!

After the consciousness converges on the spirit seed, it is like completely controlling the entire sea of consciousness space, and Lingchuan has never experienced being so familiar and close to the spirit seed......

After Shen Conglong's long roar, he gradually calmed down, lowered his hands, bowed his body, and looked around a little dullly, not noticing the changes in Lingchuan.

Lingchuan's consciousness had no distractions, and it became one with the spirit seed, and at the moment when the consciousness completely controlled the spirit seed, a considerable amount of Yin Qi instantly poured into the space of the sea of knowledge, and flew straight towards the Yin Xuan Spirit Root......

These yin qi originated from the wine he drank after he was defeated. At this moment, the speed at which he absorbed and refined the Yin Qi was already more than ten times faster than on a normal day! It was more effective than eating anything highly poisonous and forcibly urging it.

In just an instant, all the yin qi was absorbed.

Immediately afterward, the Yin Xuan Spirit Root was like a long snake, winding downward until it pierced into the ethereal ground in the Sea of Consciousness space.......

In an instant, it was like a spring breeze rising from the ground, blowing in the space of the sea of self-knowledge, blowing all over Lingchuan's entire body from the inside out!

"Damn, cool!"

Suddenly, a carp in Lingchuan stood up, rose up, and couldn't help shouting.

The onlookers had long thought that Lingchuan was dead, but now he suddenly stood up, as if he had cheated the corpse, which frightened everyone.

"The spiritual monk is not dead! Brother Ye is still alive......" The short and fat middle-aged man was very happy.

"Straight thief, this won't die!" the thin thief looked annoyed.

"Ah~cool!" Lingchuan stretched his body happily, his cheeks full of smiles.

"This, isn't the spiritual cultivator being beaten stupid?" Someone immediately reacted, but seeing Lingchuan's expression, he was still saying things that others couldn't understand, and he couldn't help muttering quietly.

Shen Conglong heard the sound and turned his head with a puzzled expression.

Suddenly, Ling Chuan opened his bloodshot eyes, met Shen Conglong's gaze, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose, "Palace Master Shen, I'm not dead yet!"

"Die, die!"

Shen Conglong's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and he shouted frantically, landing on all fours like a gorilla, and running towards Lingchuan. When he was about to get close to the target, he stretched out two 'giant claws' and grabbed Lingchuan!

Lingchuan remained still, until this time, he stepped lightly on the ground to borrow strength, turned over, rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, crossed Shen Conglong, and in mid-air, slammed on the death hole on the back of the opponent's neck with his foot......