Seeing the origin of the king's divine soul revealed, a large cloud of light and flames fell around this thing, just like a vicious beast salivating when it saw food.

"I didn't expect that your Divine Soul Origin was even more pure, how did you do it if you had tempered such a pure Divine Soul Origin? ”

In the face of the strange eyes, Wang Zhong's spirit did not panic, but suddenly said: "You are really a remnant of a monk's mind, otherwise it is impossible to know so much about cultivation, it seems that what you said before is also a lie to me." ”

The flame surged, and he laughed: "Young people just like to be smart, what kind of existence am I, when I devour you, you and I will merge into one, don't you understand? Come over to me!"

In his thoughts, with a loud shout, the boundless flame of light rushed towards the origin of the king's divine soul, and he was about to devour it completely.

At this moment, Wang Zhong's eyes widened, and the bead of divine thought transformed by the gray cloud in his palm suddenly penetrated into his palm, and then, his palm seemed to have a single eye coming out.

The one-eyed light lightly opened, and a white light burst out of it, straight into the thousands of light flames.

There was no sound and light, and there was no turbulent waves, this white light only entered the light flame, and it suddenly seemed to be in this space, sprinkling a cloud of thick ink with strong smudging power, and an invisible wave spread out in the light and flame, instantly covering the entire sea of knowledge space.

"Ahh

In the convergence of thoughts, this strange panic instantly permeated the entire sea of consciousness, and all the divine thoughts and light flame consciousness exuded an unprecedented fear at this moment.

"Heh, even if you are not sure about other people's roots, you dare to rush into the sea of knowledge to devour your soul, which is really an eye-opener. The phantom of Wang Zhong's soul moved, his thoughts were like thunder, rolling in, and the contempt and sneer contained in his consciousness made the strange man of Ming Yi shudder.

But it is not a person who sits still, although the Divine Mind Light Flame was swept by a strange two that had never been seen before in an instant, its origin was still strong, and it was not willing to accept such a failure.

"Even if I die, I won't make you happy!"

With the burst of infinite light and flames, the terrible curse was contained in the endless consciousness, like the sharpest blade, raging in the sea of the king's divine soul, aiming directly at the illusory shadow condensed by the origin of the divine soul.

But these divine consciousnesses, no matter how powerful they contain, when they encounter the ink-like color, they immediately seem to be demented from their memories, and they will only stay in place stupidly, and then be swept away by the waves.

No matter how Yi struggled, this cloud of ink finally gradually covered the entire Zhihai space, leaving only the last almost condensed light flame, still dying little by little.

Wang Zhong did not show the slightest mercy on his subordinates, and with the thought of it, the entire boundless space of Zhihai suddenly shook, shrinking rapidly, and the ink color was like a squeezed wave of water, completely submerging the entire flame of light.

The terrible howls, the crazy cries, the vicious curses, and the endless thoughts all exploded at this moment, but in the end they were all drowned out by the ink and disappeared completely.

In the blink of an eye, Yi who invaded the king's sea of knowledge could no longer die.

But Wang Zhong did not take it lightly, because the moment Yi's mind completely disappeared, a palpitating horror suddenly shook in his soul.

In the place where the origin of Yi was wiped out, a little invisible pale red breath, as if born from nothingness, slowly flowed into the present world little by little, and the entire sea of consciousness was trembling faintly for the sudden appearance of this strange color.

"What is this?"

Wang Zhongxia was puzzled, this thing was obviously the remnant of Yi after being thoroughly refined by Xuanyuan Zhenjie, but since Yi was already dead, why did this thing still make him warn.

"Could this be what it calls a strange poison?" Wang Zhong suddenly remembered what Yi had said before, the monks of the Heavenly Mother Palace made them in order to refine a strange poison, could it be this red aura in front of him?

For the sake of safety, Wang Zhong used a little consciousness power and grabbed towards the floating red aura.

This cloud-like aura was caught by the divine thoughts, and there was no resistance, but in the next moment, this part of Wang Zhong's consciousness and divine thoughts immediately seemed to be boiling, and countless inexplicable thoughts seemed to be endless, and this part of his consciousness and divine thoughts were instantly bursting, and along the connection with the body, he went directly towards the origin of Wang Zhong's divine soul, all the way unstoppable.

Wang Zhong immediately made a decision, and immediately cut off a large part of his divine consciousness in advance, completely stripping this part of his consciousness out of himself, and after a violent dizziness in his mind, this pale red aura finally stopped.

"The breath of incense, a Shinto creation?"

After finally settling down, a frightened thought arose in the center of the king.

This pale red aura contains countless thoughts, just like the legendary incense fire Shinto creation, could it be that this weirdness is a pseudo-god forcibly created by the Heavenly Mother Palace?

For such Shinto cultivators, the breath of incense is a great tonic, but for the monks who practice themselves, it is a poison to sink into the sea of suffering.

This kind of thing invades the sea of consciousness, and it will bring endless business thoughts, and this kind of turbid thoughts, to the pure and immaculate divine thoughts of the monks, it is simply incomparably filthy.

If the magic weapon is contaminated with filth, it will still lose its spirituality, and if the sea of divine soul consciousness is contaminated with this thing, there will naturally be no good fruit to eat.

It's just that the incense god is also the belief of all sentient beings, and the belief of all sentient beings is defeated, and once the number of sentient beings who worship decreases, the incense god will also die and disappear.

Moreover, the cultivation realm is vast and boundless, and there is no social system that encompasses a large enough area and is mature and stable, so it is difficult for the incense fire Shinto to have a future for development.

This kind of thing, only in ancient times there was a certain primitive worship, after the gradual rise of Xiuzhen, it has slowly disappeared in the long river of history, only occasionally in some remote and isolated areas, there will be some mortal believers gathered in the spirit of the world.

Now that he has a rough idea of what this thing is, Wang Zhong will be able to deal with it.

Although this thing is a poisonous existence to the consciousness of the soul.,But fortunately, the amount is not large.,As long as it's expelled.。。

With the movement of Wang Zhong's mind, in the sea of divine souls, the invisible ink color suddenly rose again, and within the sea of consciousness, a black cloud suddenly floated, and swept towards this small circle of red aura, ready to expel it directly.

But what I didn't expect was that in a cage of ink, the breath of this incense was distorted and scattered, and countless stars traveled through the inky clouds, and finally turned into a colorless cloud to dissipate, and the ink color in the sea of knowledge was also consumed at this moment.