"That's not right!"

The phenomenon of confusion and redundant thoughts occurred one after another, so that Wen Chuanting's instantly clear consciousness understood that something was wrong.

In the past, no matter what, there will be no mental instability, let alone a state of confusion three times in a row.

This is clearly not normal.

Realizing that the situation was not right, more powerful soul power poured out from the soul pyramid submerged in chaos, and asked Chuanting to suspect in his heart that all this was related to the chaos formed by the collapse of the five worlds. After all, problems have only happened since chaos appeared.

The powerful soul power scanned every inch of this nascent chaos, not letting go of even the slightest rhythm of the law.

"That's not right...... This is ......" under the cover of powerful soul power, any abnormality is magnified, it can be said that it is completely visible, and there is a suspicion in my heart that I am suspicious, I don't want to, I really send you a trace of abnormality, a strange rhythm hidden under the rhythm of the law, "This is yin and yang?!"

"It's the law of yin and yang!" asked Chuanting to be sure, this slight and unfamiliar rhythm hidden under the rhythm of the five elements is rich in two different meanings, attracting and repelling each other, as if they were two strands of threads stirred together, coiling and extending each other. There is softness in the brightness and vastness, and masculinity in the cold and cold.

The rhythm of this yin and yang law is extremely slight, if it were not for the strict investigation at this time, it would not even be possible to find it, and under the attention of Wen Chuanting, this slight law rhythm even has a tendency to dissipate.

"No, that's not the root cause of my thoughts!" Through this slight rhythm, Wen Chuanting felt the vastness and profundity of the behemoth, not the cause of the turmoil and irritability.

"Not here! Where is that? Where is the root?" "The mind is restless, and there is even an urge to destroy everything.

"It's the flesh!Yes, it's the flesh!" The aura flashed in the restlessness, and at this moment, Wen Chuanting grabbed it, and his consciousness suddenly broke through the invisible barrier in the sea of consciousness and returned to the physical body.

Dark, calm, irritable, chaotic mixed with bloodthirsty impulses, all negative emotions are presented in consciousness, impacting consciousness, at this moment, even makes Wen Chuanting a little unfamiliar with the physical body, and there is a gap in the control of the physical body.

"Demonic energy!" After getting used to the physical body and temporarily eliminating some discomfort, he asked Chuanting to really feel the trouble in his heart. For the demonic qi, it is no stranger, and it can even be said that it is quite familiar, there was a soul devouring skeleton demonization before, and the rolling black demon wanted to escape, and was intercepted by Ask Chuanting to suppress it, and made various countermeasures.

With the help of the violent positive of the earth fire magma, Wen Chuanting gradually encroached on the demon bones, almost wanting to wear out the demonic nature of the demon bones, thinking that it would not take too long, and he didn't want to leak halfway, everything would be ruined, and even the flesh would be infected.

The root cause is our own carelessness. It's just that now the demonic nature of the demon bone has increased instead of decreasing, and it has even infected itself, which is quite a tricky thing. Even if he is quite familiar with the demonic nature, the process of refining and expelling it will be quite long.

The eyes were heavy and abnormal, and they opened with difficulty, and what greeted them was pitch-black sebum, which could not even be called sebum, and the tiny scales were layered on top of each other, as if wearing a thin layer of scale armor, the thick palm was no longer slender, the ten fingers were somewhat grown, the nails were black, and the fingers were slightly bent for three inches, and the sword flickered with a cold light in the firelight. The black silk-like entanglement adds some cold femininity to the question at this time.

"This look is even more devilish than the devil!" asked Chuanting to laugh at himself in his heart.

"Well, the heart is still affected!" After laughing at himself, Wen Chuanting noticed the change in his heart, after all, it was eroded by the demonic nature.

Thunder suddenly appeared, purple arcs scurryed around the body, the sound of sizzling was endless, bursts of green smoke rushed out of the body, rising no more than a few meters, and it gathered and circled above the head of Wen Chuanting, forming a black smoke.

"Poof!" a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, it seemed so abrupt in this fiery magma world, the cold air steamed from the blood, even such a high temperature could not dispel the cold, the blood fell on the sarcophagus and became a lump of ice, falling in the rolling sound, falling into the magma, splashing pieces of fiery red.

"Thunder is still too domineering!"

"However, there is no problem with using it to kill your ink!" Ignoring the cracked body that was blown up by the thunder, in the middle of his thoughts, the purple thunder flashed, along his arm, and slapped directly on the sarcophagus lid.

With a crackling sound, the coffin shook violently, and the sleepy locks tied to it also trembled violently, throwing out a black inky gas. The black ink on the sarcophagus quietly faded, revealing its original blackness.

"Whew!" a muffled scream emanated from the sarcophagus, echoing throughout the magma world.

"There's still strength to open up!" asked Chuanting grinned, his dark face became more and more hideous, and his other arm suddenly thumped against the sarcophagus.

The sound was accompanied by a swishing sound, the thunder spread on the sarcophagus, like water into an oil pot, the black ink-colored gas was steaming in the frying, mixed with the black blood like ice, and Wen Chuanting's arms were like cracked porcelain bottles, opening countless mouths in the thunder to laugh.

"Humph!"

A muffled grunt came out of his nose. The pain rushed into the mind, pierced into the consciousness, and awakened the somewhat chaotic consciousness.

"The heart is not enough, but it is still affected!"

"No, consciousness has always been under the influence of demonic nature!"

Wen Chuanting is trying to maintain the clarity of consciousness, the thoughts in his heart are turning, he understands his own situation, and his mind is affected, otherwise he will not make an unwise move that hurts the enemy by hurting a thousand and hurting himself by eight hundred.

What he didn't know was that when he was paying attention to the changes in his physical body, and even made all kinds of mediocre measures, in the sea of knowledge, under the invisible barrier that separated only half of the sea of knowledge from chaos, a cloud of demonic energy gathered, as if a thick lead cloud blocked the sky over the sea of consciousness.

The thick lead cloud obscured the sky, reflecting on the Sansheng Sea, dyeing the Sansheng Sea black, and the endless demonic qi filled and diffused, gradually making the refreshing sea of knowledge space sad, reflecting the appearance of Senran, the demonic energy was like a drizzle of moisturizing things, constantly eroding and infiltrating, and the consciousness of Wen Chuanting in the sea of knowledge formed a fire-like sting, and it was also accompanied by a kind of beating and shattering meaning, to ignite the chaos in consciousness, and burn itself to the ground. Wipe out clean, but this tendency has to avoid contact with the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda as much as possible, and even has a tendency to avoid snakes and scorpions.

Around the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda, a large blank area was formed, where there was no demonic energy, no chaos and irritable emotions.

"Small boat, small boat......" Faintly, there was a hazy call in his ears, his consciousness was in chaos, sometimes sober, sometimes restless, and all kinds of thoughts were so busy in the chaos that it was difficult for him to hear where the shouts were coming from.

Wen Chuanting struggled to hear clearly, struggling to get closer to the source of the shouting, but lost his way in the chaos.