Chapter 331: Corpse
After a long time, Beihe swallowed his saliva, and the fear in his eyes dissipated a little.
He took a breath, forced his composure, and walked forward again.
The formation pattern under his feet, due to the exhaustion of his true qi, had dimmed and returned to its previous appearance.
Beihe's eyes narrowed slightly, and he fell into a deep groan.
And then he thought of something, and saw that under the agitation of the true qi in his body, he flicked his fingers again. As the true qi submerged into the formation pattern, the formation pattern brightened again.
This time Beihe was prepared, bowed down again, and grabbed at the bottom of it.
"Hula!"
When his arm was withdrawn from the spirit pattern, there was a figure in his hand.
"Poof!"
As soon as Beihe's five fingers loosened, the figure smashed to the ground.
Beihe's figure shot backwards, came to the edge of the pool, and stood still, and looked at the figure on the ground with great vigilance.
Then he saw that this man was an old man with a short beard and a wrinkled face.
The old man looked to be in his sixties, but his face was extremely resolute. The eyes are closed, and it gives people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.
After seeing the old man's face, Beihe had a familiar feeling, and then he remembered that this person's appearance was exactly the same as the human head that Ji Wuya had transformed with pond water before.
If he didn't guess wrong, the person in front of him should be Ji Wuya's physical body.
This point can be seen without the slightest breath fluctuation on the person's body, and it is completely a cold corpse.
Beihe slowly stepped forward and walked around the corpse, during which he even probed his divine sense and scanned it carefully.
Ji Wuya was wearing a black robe, and on the chest of the robe, there was also a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered. This five-clawed golden dragon is lifelike, and at first glance it gives the illusion of being watched by this beast.
Its hair is coiled high, and a wooden hairpin is inserted, if it is still alive, it has the taste of fairy wind bones.
Aside from a pair of black boots on his feet, there was nothing on this person that deserved Beihe's attention.
Beihe slowly squatted down and began to grope around Ji Wuya inch by inch, wanting to search for any treasures on this person.
But as he thought, he didn't get anything.
He thought of something in a deep groan, looked at Ji Wuya's curly finger, and then slowly broke this person's finger, and then he found that on this person's middle finger, there was a silver-white ring.
"Storage ring!"
Beihe's eyes flashed.
He immediately took off the ring on Ji Wuya's finger and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.
In the next breath, he mobilized the true qi in his body and injected it into this storage ring.
Bei He originally just subconsciously tried it and didn't have much hope, but then he was pleasantly surprised to find that his true qi was easily submerged in this storage ring.
This made him guess that either Ji Wuya had not placed any prohibition on this storage ring in the first place, or Ji Wuya had died and the prohibition on it had dissipated voluntarily. After all, Xing Jun's storage ring also fell into his hands, but he was never able to open it.
And for whatever reason, it doesn't matter. Importantly, he opened a storage ring that belonged to a high-ranking ancient martial artist.
So Beihe did not hesitate to sink his mind into the storage ring.
Just when he was full of joy and thought that there should be a lot of treasures in the storage ring, the expression on his face froze.
Ji Wuya is worthy of being a high-level monk, and the space in this person's storage ring is extremely vast, and it is more than 100 zhang in size. Compared to ordinary storage bags, I don't know how many times stronger.
However, in the huge storage space, there are only two things.
As Beihe's mind moved, these two things were taken out by him.
One of them was a stone book, which looked rather heavy, and was inscribed with dense small letters with the heads of a fly.
On the other hand, it is a compass-like object, which is boxy and has a sharp pointer at both ends. On the surface of the compass, there are also ancient martial arts characters, and at first glance, this thing is an ancient martial arts weapon used for positioning.
Bei He tried to stir up the true qi in his body and inject it into the compass.
Then he found that this compass had absorbed the true qi he had stimulated in an instant, but there was no change in this object.
He tried again, but the results were the same.
Therefore, Bei He guessed that this thing should be of extremely high grade, and it was not something that this thin true qi in his body could urge. Therefore, this thing is a piece of chicken ribs for him at the moment, and it has no use.
So he picked up the stone book. It is boxy, a ruler-size-sized object, and only one side has text on it, and the other side is clean.
"It's ......"
Just when Beihe set his eyes on the small characters on it, he unexpectedly found that the words on the stone book did not belong to the ancient martial monks, and similarly, they were not the words on the cultivation path where he was, but a font that was extremely unfamiliar to him.
He hadn't noticed it before, but now his heart was extremely shaken.
I saw that he had looked at every word on the stone book, and there were not many on it, just over five hundred.
In Beihe's view, this may be a kind of exercise. And what can be collected by Ji Wuya, thinking about this stone book must be extremely important.
After thinking about it, Beihe took his gaze back from the stone book, and then looked at the corpse of Ji Wuya on the ground.
Then a thought came to him.
In the next breath, I saw him stretch out his hand, and his slender five fingers grasped Ji Wuya's heavenly spirit, and then performed the soul searching technique.
As he thought, Ji Wuya's sea of knowledge was empty, and there was no soul at all, so it was naturally impossible for him to succeed in searching for souls, so he took his palm back in disappointment.
If he could search for Ji Wuya's soul, he would not only be able to know the words on this stone book from this person's memory, but he might also be able to know something else.
Beihe couldn't help but think of Xing Jun back then, he was able to search for Xing Jun's soul in the Wuwang Palace, because he crossed his soul into the other party's sea of knowledge, so that he could know some of Xing Jun's remaining memories.
Maybe he can use the same way to get some memories of Ji Wuya. The thought of this made his eyes twinkle.
But he was a fledgling back then, and he was forced to be helpless, knowing that there was a great risk in going out of his body, so he had to do it.
Now that he has been practicing for so many years, it is naturally impossible for him to take some unnecessary risks.
But when he thought that Ji Wuya was already dead and couldn't die anymore, his soul had not entered this person's sea of knowledge, and it was impossible for the other party to have any resistance, and Beihe's mind came alive again.
"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger!"
Just listen to him.
After the words fell, I saw him help Ji Wuya's body up and let the other party sit cross-legged.
Then Beihe's figure jumped up, and he saw that on his head and feet, the heavenly spirit and Ji Wuya's heavenly spirit were docked together. In this way, the two of them maintain an extremely strange posture.
Beihe's eyes closed, and then the soul in the sea moved.
At such a close distance, I saw his divine soul slowly burrowing into Ji Wuyan's sea of consciousness.
In just more than ten breaths, Beihe's divine soul was completely submerged into the other party's heavenly spirit.
"Buzz!"
In the next breath, he only felt a buzz, and a wave of memories began to rush towards him.
These memories were extremely fragmentary, and they were extremely majestic, impacting Beihe's divine soul, making him feel like he was crumbling.
Frightened, he hurriedly searched selectively, and searched the words on the stone book in his memory in this person's sea of knowledge.
The process seems to be without waves, but only when Ji Wuya knows the sea of Beihe, he knows the danger. Under the impact of this person's memory, his soul is like a flat boat in the waves.
And this kind of situation did not happen when he invaded Xing Jun Zhihai.
Just a few breaths, Beihe felt like he couldn't hold on. At this moment, he did not hesitate to move, and forcibly could not extract it from the sea of consciousness of this person.
It was extremely easy for him to penetrate into this person's sea of consciousness, but it was extremely difficult to extract the divine soul, and this feeling was like trying to get out of the swamp in which he was trapped.
"Drink!"
Beihe snorted, he never imagined that Ji Wuya's memory would be so complete, making him unable to extricate himself.
At this moment, not only did he not dare to accept this person's memories without refusal, but he was constantly resisting and rejecting them. Otherwise, there is a high chance that he will be gone.
In the flash of light, Beihe's divine soul finally pulled out of it, and disappeared into his own heavenly spirit in a flash.
"Poof!"
I saw his figure fall from mid-air and fall to the ground.
"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"
At this moment, Beihe was panting and his face was extremely pale.
Because there are many more memories in his mind, under the digestion at the moment, he has a feeling of splitting headache.
Fortunately, Beihe's divine sense is already strong, and he has cultivated the Underworld Alchemy Technique, so his divine sense far surpasses that of cultivators of the same level.
After a long time, I saw Beihe's violently undulating chest, which finally calmed down, and his breathing was also stable. Although his face was still pale, his expression was extremely calm.
"Hoo ......"
Beihe took a deep breath, then spit it out, slowly opening his eyes.
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Chapter 331: Corpse