Yu Sheng absorbed the resentment at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, he regained the power of the three points, and in desperation, Jing Ling had to control the black skull to open its mouth and swallow the gray qi on its body again.

However, this way of treating the symptoms but not the root cause is like a waste of energy like a bamboo basket fetching water, Bai Ze's sea of knowledge is like a leaky sieve, and resentment continues to pour in from the holes in all directions. And as the cycle was repeated and devoured, more silent grievances were awakened, and Bai Ze and Jing Ling seemed to be two huge sources of pollution, releasing ash gas faster and faster, forming a vicious circle.

"There is no end to this! This wisp of consciousness in front of us is like a primer, which is constantly seducing resentment, we have to find a way!" The mirror spirit is a little tired, and his hands are frequently sealed, borrowing the black skull to suppress the activity of resentment, trying to restore their former peace.

I don't know if the effort has worked, the speed of resentment rebirth gradually slowed down, and the gray face did not follow one another, but slowly retreated, as if he was afraid of something.

"That's not right! Curse and kill skeletons is a yin evil thing, how can it make the resentment of the ancestor of yin and evil retreat?" The mirror was puzzled, and glanced at the black skull beside him.

After absorbing the resentment several times in a row, the devouring speed of the curse killing skeleton had slowed down significantly, and the holes of the Seven Apertures had even begun to exude a trace of resentment, which was obviously close to the limit, and it was impossible to have a deterrent effect on such an unconscious thing as resentment.

The ash slowly faded into the distance, revealing that it was wrapped in life. Without the resentment of the entanglement, he seemed to have regained some consciousness, looked around in confusion, and when he turned his gaze behind the mirror spirit, Yu Sheng's face showed horror, and he fell to the ground with a scream, shouting "monster", and ran backwards with a rolling belt.

The space around him began to distort, and the hotter and hotter temperature came from behind him, and the faint sound of the tide came to his ears, gradually surging.

"Zhihai is in the brain, how can you hear the sound of the tide!" Jing Ling was startled, faintly realized something, and looked back suddenly.

I don't know when, Bai Ze's divine soul was suspended in mid-air, and the original image of the evil scholar grew hair, becoming very similar to the half-demon time, and his whole body was red like blood, exuding a heat that distorted the surroundings.

The sound of the tide was getting louder and louder, and it seemed that it was about to flood this dark space, and he slowly shrunk and melted his soul and spread his hands, as if he was pulling something hard in the dark.

The scorching, blood-red, and tide sound of the melting sea of consciousness! Jing Ling instantly understood what he was going to do, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it:

"No! You must not rush the demon blood into the sea of knowledge! Don't you know that if this happens, the divine soul will merge with the body, and you will no longer be able to enter reincarnation, and you can only go to the end on the path of the monster!"

"Youkai are at least much stronger than psychopaths and murderers!Since they have come to avenge their physical revenge today, I would rather pay some price and send them to hell again!" Bai Ze's voice remained as calm as before, but the spirit that was almost burning was blazing.

"Mirror Spirit, go!"

The sound of the waves is getting closer and closer, and the edge of the sea is flushed with a pale red, like a fiery cloud at sunset, bringing a touch of color to the dark space.

Demon blood is coming!

The mirror spirit tried to get closer, but the Yin God was already most afraid of the blazing qi and blood, not to mention the demon blood that contained a strong demonic aura.

The Buzhou Mountain of the Divine Soul Space is about to collapse, and the scarlet demon blood will assimilate everything here in an instant, and in the future, Bai Ze will no longer practice "God", and the path he can walk will be more than twice as narrow. However, the only good thing is that the resentment will also be integrated into the demon blood, and under the restriction of the demon qi, it should be difficult to come out again before Cheng Dan.

Looking at the wisps of demonic energy that had penetrated in advance, the mirror spirit withdrew the hand he wanted to stop, sighed helplessly, and turned into a streamer and drilled into the black skeleton, ready to drill out of Bai Zeliu's passage and return to the main body at any time.

The edge of the sea of knowledge has been squeezed, and the momentum of the arrival of demon blood seems to be unstoppable, and the large resentment that retreats to the edge feels the temperature of the outside world, and instinctively knows that if it merges with the thing in the outside world today, the chance of coming out again is very slim.

The resentment that was born to destroy everything suddenly erupted, and the madness scurried around in the sea of consciousness, devouring everything they could see.

Yu Sheng was unsurprisingly suffering, and like the other three, he instantly melted into the crazy gray faces. Devouring four special consciousnesses one after another, the resentment suddenly condensed and stood still for a moment, and then exploded, turning into four huge human heads, rushing towards Bai Ze's divine soul like arrows.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The moment the four resentful human heads collided with the divine souls, they exploded one after another, and countless terrible screams rang out, and wisps of gray gas drifted away, obscuring the vision.

In the gray mist, accompanied by Bai Ze's muffled snort, the sound of rolling waves that resounded in front of his ears suddenly stopped, and the red rays that almost condensed into substance on the horizon stopped, and next to the edge of the divine soul space, there was a tendency to subside.

The black skull that watched in the mid-air of Zhihai separated from the mirror spirit, whistling and flying over, opening its big mouth and absorbing the large spilled ash around it.

The gray qi gradually dissipated, revealing Bai Ze's divine soul that was half kneeling on the ground, much more condensed than before.

"Are you alright?" Mirror Spirit, who was waiting outside, walked forward happily, trying to help him up.

"Don't come here yet!" Bai Ze suddenly raised one hand to stop it, and the other hand was covering his chest, as if he was in great pain, and gritted his teeth and said: "My situation seems to be a little wrong, there is something that has been trying to drill into my chest!"

Hearing this, Jing Ling paused, and hurriedly summoned the black skeleton, reflecting two rays of light shining on Bai Ze's body.

Under the light, on the hand raised by Bai Ze's divine soul, the gray resentment seemed to have condensed into slime, sticking to it wet and clicking, and occasionally a few drops were low.

Thin gray threads like cobwebs spread out of his chest, crawling all over his chest at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they reached his neck.

Bai Ze's spirit gasped and roared, and his right hand, which went deep into his chest, dragged out two insect-like little people from it.

The two villains were covered in gray slime, and their voices and faces looked like real people, one of them shouted "Money, money, money!" and the other muttered "Name!"

Take a closer look at it now, and sure enough, it is the talented Zheng Dagou and the monk!

Looking at each other, the two villains seemed to see what they wanted, and suddenly struggled as if they were dying. They really broke free from the restraints by sticking their bodies, and opened their small mouths hideously, revealing two rows of jagged teeth, and jumped towards his eyes.

"Smack!"

When they were two inches away from the Divine Soul's eyeball, a pair of hands slammed into them, crushing them into a puddle of gray water as if they had killed two insects.