Zhi Hunt Zhen and Meng Meng Da glanced at each other, turned around, and stared at the closed hatch.

"Tu-tu-tu-tu-" After a suffocating silence, the knock on the door rang out again, one after another, as if there was enough patience to go on forever.

Zhi Zhenzhen frowned slightly, walked to the door quietly, silently moved to the mirror, and his spiritual power extended outward.

The scene of the aisle outside the door is clearly reflected in the mirror of the sea of knowledge.

A hooded Majin stood in front of the door, head bowed, black horns on his forehead exposed, and his fingers that knocked on the door were covered with sharp barbs.

"We saw this demon in the shop just now. "Meng Mengda passed on the sound through Zhi Hunting's true knowledge of the sea.

The demon came to the door for no reason, did he find out the identity of the real Rahu, or did he get some news? Zhi Hunt's heart turned quickly, the mask on his face was given by Ying Zhao, he was betrayed by Ying Zhao, and the appearance of the mask was naturally leaked out.

However, the demon body instinctively resisted such an inference. Until this moment, the obsession of Zhen Rahu was unwilling to accept the fact that he was betrayed by Yingzhao.

This is really incomprehensible and even ridiculous. However, with the help of the strong fluctuations of the demon's obsession again and again, his spiritual power was like a rising tide, constantly becoming stronger and rising, and the growth rate far exceeded that of normal cultivation.

The demon body is like a furnace, the demon mind is like charcoal, the spirit is the work, and the sea is copper. In this strange way, with the help of a little mystical induction between the demon body clone and the body, Zhijia skillfully stole the power from the spiritual world of the real Rahu and quietly turned it into his own use.

Once a monk enters the realm of refining qi and restoring spirits, spiritual cultivation becomes crucial. Monks need to constantly strengthen their spiritual strength in order to nourish, purify, and transform the sea of knowledge. In order to refine the spirit and return to the void, the monk must refine the sea of consciousness to the extreme, and then condense a wisp of origin power - divine consciousness from it, and combine the divine consciousness with the pure and turbid qi in the body, so that the physical power and spiritual power are completely unified, so that the spirit and the flesh are blended and transformed freely.

The demon was still knocking on the door, and after a few moments, he didn't see any movement in the room, grinning strangely, and a colorful tongue slowly crawling out of his lips.

The tongue is three inches long, and small blisters bulge on the tip of the tongue, which swell rapidly, and then crack one after another, giving birth to golden lotus flowers from within, swaying and blooming with a dreamlike demonic light.

Magical power - tongue lotus flower!

"I'm a passenger on the No. 9, I'm about to leave the ship at the next stop, and I have a batch of stolen goods on hand that I want to sell at a cheap price, don't I know if Your Excellency is interested?" The golden lotus shook dazzlingly, her tongue twisted and wriggled, and her voice was soft and low, unable to distinguish between men and women, like a seductive bait swaying in the waves, full of charm.

Zhijia really listened to it, and couldn't help but want to say yes. Fortunately, his mental strength is far better than ordinary people, and he repeatedly runs the Taishang Heart Mirror, sticks to his mind, and forbears not to say a word.

A wisp of ethereal and invisible demonic thoughts passed through the hatch with the voice, seeped into the room, turned back and forth a few times, and pounced on Zhi Hunt Zhen, straight into the sea of knowledge.

The starry sky suddenly reacted, the stars swirled and rose and fell, and the circulating starlight was like a brilliant copper wall, firmly resisting the invading demonic thoughts.

The starlight sword silk also gave birth to an induction, locking the demonic thoughts, trembling frequently, and about to shoot, as if they were about to rush out of the sea of knowledge and hit the demonic thoughts in the next moment.

Zhi Hunt really felt that because he had been cultivating one of the four great spiritual books for a long time, the "Void Pole Nail Fetal Soul Forbidden Method", and also repaired Zhuang Meng's starry sky screen map, his sea of knowledge was not much inferior to that of those who refined the gods and returned to the void. After stepping into Qi refining and returning to his gods, his spiritual power reached a higher level, and he was only one step away from condensing his divine sense.

The divine sense is infinitely useful, and it is also one of the usual combat methods used by the cultivators who refine the gods and return to the void. In addition to being able to release the consciousness and replace the perception of the five senses, it can also be turned into a substantial attack.

As a sword cultivator, if he can use the starlight sword silk in the sea of knowledge as the base to condense the sword-shaped divine sense, he can attack outward, give full play to his swordsmanship advantages, and have enough bargaining chips to save his life in this pursuit of Nanzhan Zhou.

There is a method of refining divine consciousness in the Taishang Heart Mirror, and before entering the Earth Dream Dao, he also consulted the relevant classics of the Hou Mansion in prison. Thinking of this, Zhi Hunt Zhen no longer paid attention to the demons outside the door and began to study the follow-up exercises of the Taishang Heart Mirror.

"Why don't you open the door?" the demon's voice became more and more demagogic, and he kept burrowing into the room, "I have a great benefit for you, the demon source, the secret of the exercises, as long as you open the door, you can get everything you want......"

Zhi Hunt is really unheard, and he is contemplating the difficult and profound method of condensing his divine sense.

"Shall we let this demon in and raid it?" Meng Mengda had an idea, "Anyway, he is from the number room, and he obviously has bad intentions, so he just kills it first to save trouble!"

Zhi Hunt really moved, if the demon still has accomplices, it is better to weaken the other party's power first. This person's supernatural powers are similar to spiritual bewitchment, and they are not difficult to deal with. He immediately made a decision, embedded the spar into the hatch, flashed to the side of the door, locked the demon with his spiritual power, and watched the other party's every move in the heart mirror.

The hatch trembled, and with the hedron as the center, it opened to both sides.

The demon looked at the slowly opening door, and there was a smug look on his face. Although he is a yellow-level demon, once the magic power of the tongue-chanted lotus is activated, even a Xuan-level demon will be confused and controlled by it.

Meng Meng suddenly jumped on the hatch and took off the hedron.

The half-open hatch began to close again.

The demon was stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he buried his head and rushed into the hatch. Suddenly, the wind blew in his face, and Zhi Kari swooped out from the door, and his ten fingers were inserted into the opposite door.

The demon was caught off guard, and only had time to tilt his head, and at the same time reached out and grabbed Zhijiazhen's throat, and the barbs on his fingers quickly became longer, intending to force Zhijiazhen to retreat with the momentum of burning jade.

Zhi Hunt's heart moved, and the main pet companion spell was immediately activated, and the cute and cute appeared in front of Zhi Hunt Zhen's body, and was hit by the demon finger thorn, bounced out, and hit the closed hatch with a "bang".

The demon's expression changed greatly, the golden lotus on his tongue frantically thanked him, and made a psychedelic magic sound: "Stop, I'm ......" Halfway through speaking, his demonic thoughts suddenly became confused, his body froze, and Zhi Zhenzhen's wrist turned lightly, and his broken fingers were as sharp as a sword, inserted into the back of the demon's neck, and his elbow was clamped and twisted, breaking the demon's neck.

"Plop!" The demon's corpse fell to the ground, and then fell into it, and the thick flesh wall of the floor slowly squirmed, like a cracked bloody mouth, engulfing the demon's corpse bit by bit.

At the same time, in the ship's master's envoy cabin, a young man in yellow who was sitting cross-legged raised his head and looked at the cabin where Zhi Hunti Zhen was, and the silver crack in the center of his eyebrows twisted strangely, turning into a faint vertical pupil.