Witch Zhiqing couldn't believe it, and she even voluntarily exited Chen Fengshu's sea of consciousness and came back in again. She still saw the same scene, and then she realized that she had read it correctly.
How many times have I been infused with fragments of mixed spiritual consciousness over the years? How many times has Shen Fengshu been in danger, and how many times has Shen Fengshu been forcibly infused by a peerless master on his deathbed? How much has he, a young master, endured?
Calculating it backwards and forwards, those forcibly injected fragments of spiritual consciousness can kill hundreds of ordinary monks and drive thousands of them crazy.
But here in Shen Fengshu, not only is he not crazy, nor is he dead, he can also organize the mixed spiritual consciousness in such a short period of time. It has only been a few years! Those fragments of spiritual consciousness have obviously not been refined, but the above Those thoughts that made people crazy have disappeared without a trace. The remaining ones are basically completely harmless. As long as they are refined persistently, Shen Fengshu's future will be
The cultivation of spiritual consciousness can make countless people look up to him.
I really have met a treasure.
But what Zhiqing Witch can't figure out is how did Shen Fengshu do it?
Yes! Those purple thunder and lightning.
After her mood calmed down, Witch Zhiqing's rationality instantly gained the upper hand, and she could see at a glance what those purple thunder and lightnings raging on the surface of the planet were.
Purple Sky Divine Thunder! As a young master, I don’t know what genius method to use to bring the Purple Sky Divine Thunder into the sea of consciousness. As long as someone provides a continuous source of power from the Imperial Purple Qi, these miniature Zixiao Divine Thunder will capable of continuous
Blast those mixed spiritual consciousnesses cleanly.
No wonder the young master has lived at the root of the Imperial City of Dayan Kingdom for several years. It turned out to be for the Purple Qi of the Human Emperor. What kind of messy thoughts and consciousness can withstand the bombardment of Zixiao Divine Thunder? Even the dignified Demon Lord Ziyan The whole thing was bombarded by the Zixiao Divine Thunder, and all the souls were scattered. What he stuffed in were just some fragments of divine consciousness. There was no way here.
This is a piece of cake.
Looking at Shen Fengshu's sea of consciousness again, it seems to be a little bigger than last time.
Of course, what Zhiqing Witch sees now is always what Shen Fengshu wants her to see, even the size of the sea of consciousness is the same. In fact, without a reference object in the sea of consciousness, it is impossible to tell the size.
In the past, Shen Fengshu would not hide it. The spirits that came in were all the same size as his body, so he could use his own size to judge the size of the sea of consciousness.
But now, not even Zhiqing Witch realizes that the size of her soul has actually been consciously increased five times by Shen Fengshu. The size of the sea of consciousness judged in this way will naturally be many times smaller.
But even so, facing Shen Fengshu's huge sea of consciousness, Zhiqing Witch was still amazed.
I didn't realize that the young master's sea of consciousness would be so big when I was cramming the fragments of consciousness. Compared with the young master's cultivation, this sea of consciousness is a bit exaggerated.
After staring blankly at Shen Fengshu's sea of consciousness for a long time, Zhiqing Witch withdrew, her forehead leaving Shen Fengshu's, and her eyes unblinkingly looked at Shen Fengshu's handsome face so close at hand.
"What's wrong?" Shen Fengshu was also confused. He almost showed the real sea of consciousness to the witch. Why did she behave like this?
"The master's sea of consciousness is much larger than that of ordinary monks." Witch Zhiqing lowered her head, pressed her head against Shen Fengshu's chest, and sighed faintly: "The sea of consciousness that awaits the peak of Nascent Soul is nothing more than this. .”
"Why didn't you continue to stuff more fragments in?" Shen Fengshu was really puzzled. After all this, the witch lady didn't do anything?
"Thinking of the hard work I put into training, I can't bear to part with you." Witch Zhiqing was actually wondering why this happened. At that moment, she actually felt a little soft-hearted.
"Is it because you like me more and more?" Shen Fengshu gently hugged the witch's delicate body and asked in a low voice.
"Maybe!" Witch Zhiqing was very confused.
Did I really like this little enemy more and more? How could I become soft-hearted?
"Should I be happy? Or should I be worried?" Shen Fengshu was also a little dumbfounded, wondering if the progress was a bit too fast.
In fact, everyone tacitly understands that Shen Fengshu is temporarily regarded as the cauldron for the Witch Lady's practice, allowing her to pour out fragments of her spiritual consciousness. At the same time, she may also be the target of the future Witch Zhiqing to break away from the mortal world. The basic process is that Witch Zhiqing will try her best to Falling in love with Shen Fengshu, and then at a certain moment, just like the Lan You Demon Lord, he killed Shen Fengshu with his own hands, cutting off the love relationship and the worldly relationship at the same time. From then on, he had no worries and practiced cultivation.
There is no inner demon that can trouble the witch anymore.
Although Shen Fengshu always took the opportunity to kiss the Witch Lady in the past, and the Witch did not refuse, but it was obvious that there were no feelings at those times, it was just the Witch Lady trying to force herself into the state of husband and wife.
But now, when she saw Shen Fengshu's undefended and clean sea of consciousness, the witch didn't immediately stuff a large ball of mixed consciousness into it, which was a bit troublesome. Shen Fengshu was really loved by the witch Zhiqing. There is an indescribable sense of satisfaction. After all, no matter in terms of appearance, figure, status, Zhiqing Witch is second to none. Everyone has a love for beauty, and it can be admired by such a person.
If you like such a beautiful woman, isn’t it worth being happy?
But behind this love is the approaching death, which is very contradictory.
"I don't even know!" It was rare that the witch took the initiative to hug Shen Fengshu's arm tightly, as if to press herself and Shen Fengshu closer together, and murmured with her eyes closed.
No matter how powerful a master is, once he falls in love, he will basically behave differently from usual. This is obviously the case with the witch in front of him.
"Never mind!" Shen Fengshu simply threw this question to the back of his mind. Shouldn't practitioners pay the most attention to conforming to nature? Now that the feeling is coming, why do you think so much? Seizing the moment is the most important thing. "Such a good time. How can I live up to the beautiful scenery?" Shen Fengshu stretched out his hand to lift Zhiqing Witch's delicate chin, kissed her red lips fiercely, tasted them for a while before parting, and asked urgently: "Is there any way you can help me immediately? Achievement None
Leak golden elixir?"
This time, Witch Zhiqing was completely lost in the passionate kiss with Shen Fengshu and couldn't extricate herself. She just felt that staying in Shen Fengshu's arms was so intoxicating and addictive that she really wanted to live like this forever.
But what Shen Fengshu said next made Zhiqing Witch break her guard. She instantly woke up from the illusion of mutual love and almost laughed on the spot. Finally, Zhiqing Witch still remembered her ladylike manners. Fan didn't laugh wildly, but it was really funny. He could only bury his face in Shen Fengshu's chest and muffle his mouth and nose to hold back from making a sound. He put his delicate hands around Shen Fengshu's chest and waist, and his body felt...
easy.
If she could come out, perhaps Lanyou Demon Lord's future achievements would be limitless. Unfortunately, in order to deal with her grief, she chose the most inappropriate method of finding a face.
With just this sentence, the soft and delicate body in his arms froze suddenly, and he could only hear the young master holding him sighing and reciting a poem.
"The remaining snow is shining coldly on the screen, the plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been played for the third time, and there is no one else and the moon is dimly bright. I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak."