Three hundred and ninety-two, Nine States Discussing Tao (15)
Wen Caiwei's cheeks turned a strange cherry red color, which was a sign that the sea of consciousness was drying up.
She held Wen Mengyue's soul in her hands and murmured a few words.
A white light glowed in the palm of his hand, engulfing Wen Mengyue's soul.
"Soul Searching Technique!" Someone recognized the technique and exclaimed.
"Can the soul bear it?"
"The soul was collected in the soul-calling bell. It must have been refined by the real fire of Master Taixu. Just now, it was roasted and smelted by Wen Caiwei with the earth fire. Now the soul-searching technique is used..."
"Looking at Wen Caiwei's technique, even a living soul might not be able to withstand it!"
"It would be better to be alive and be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"
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Lin Yige frowned slightly. Caiwei's spiritual consciousness was almost exhausted. If he reluctantly used the Soul Searching Technique, he might overdraw his potential.
But at this moment, Caiwei is searching for souls, and there is no room for any mistakes. If she interrupts, Caiwei will suffer backlash.
Just as he was hesitating, a figure passed by from above and headed straight for Wen Caiwei.
Without thinking, Lin Yige drew his sword and jumped in front of Wen Caiwei.
As soon as they met, Lin Yige recognized that it was Bu Taixu who had arrived late from Shanshan.
Just as the two were about to fight, the person who came first stopped and looked at Wen Caiwei.
Lin Yige noticed that a beam of consciousness passed over him and glanced at Wen Caiwei.
If Bu Taixu's consciousness rushed into Caiwei's sea of consciousness, the consequences would be disastrous.
At worst, he becomes Bu Taixu's puppet and is manipulated by him; at worst... his soul collapses and his body is taken away by Bu Taixu.
The spiritual attacks of Mahayana monks cannot be blocked by a god-forming monk.
But Lin Yige had long ago retrieved the spiritual thought that existed in the sword tablet thousands of years ago, and his spiritual consciousness cultivation was comparable to that of a Mahayana monk.
She made a prompt decision and unleashed her spiritual consciousness to pursue him.
But now it was too late to use his consciousness to stop him.
Suddenly there was a sound of singing, which seemed to be non-existent, sometimes near and sometimes far away, like weeping or complaining, making it hard for people to hear clearly.
Lin Yige had been on guard for a long time, knowing that this chant must come from the mouth of Donghai Black Shark Heide, so he couldn't help but secretly thought that the timing was perfect, and then concentrated on controlling his consciousness.
But Bu Taixu was unprepared, and he was fascinated by the singing, and his mind was in a trance for a moment.
In just this moment, Lin Yige's consciousness had already caught up with him.
While the two minds were clashing with each other, the monks who were watching were fascinated by Heide's singing and fell into confusion.
Gu Xiaoyun, the preacher of Guiyi Sect, was the first to wake up.
He glanced at the disciples of the Guiyi sect, immediately raised his palms up and the backs of his hands down, raised his five fingers, and struck down.
After receiving this shock, all the disciples of the Guiyi Sect came to their senses.
Lu Hengbo touched the aching spot on his head, coughed slightly, and explained, "That's the singing of the East China Sea shark."
The sharks can confuse the monks' minds and have an impact on their spiritual consciousness by chanting casually. This is the innate magical power of the shark clan.
The higher the singer's cultivation level, the greater the power of the chant and the wider the range.
Among all kinds of sharks, the East China Sea shark has the strongest innate magical power.
The monks who were watching gradually woke up. When they heard the explanations from Lu Hengbo and the disciples of the Guiyi Sect, they almost broke out in a cold sweat.
He who dares to intervene in the confrontation between these two powerful men, Lin Yige and Bu Taixu, must be an unusual shark.
If the shark hadn't shown any hostility to everyone and deliberately let it go, they might have been trapped in their minds and confused, not knowing when they would die.
"When did the Guiyi Sect have friendship with East China Sea Kurosaki?"
"You ask me, how do I know? Who can know?"
"The true disciples of Guiyi Sect are trained anonymously, so it's not surprising to have friendship with anyone."
"Stop talking about this, is that Master Taixu?"
"It looks like it, but I heard that after the reincarnation of Sword Immortal Yi Ge, his spiritual talent was not as good as before. Now he only has the cultivation of god transformation. Master Taixu is a Mahayana monk. I am not sure that he can maintain a stalemate for such a long time."
"Look again..."
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Lin Yige's spiritual consciousness was more than half consumed, and Bu Taixu finally took a step back.
Bu Taixu withdrew his consciousness, glanced at the crowd, immediately flicked his sleeves, and scolded: "Wen Caiwei, please stop! That is your grandmother, Meng Yue, who is of the same lineage as you! She is committing such a treason and injustice.
If you raise it, you may be punished by God!"
Hearing this, the disciples of the Guiyi sect looked at each other in confusion. With such virtues of their own grandmother, it can be regarded as bearing the bad luck of their ancestors for eighteen lifetimes.
Most of the monks who were watching were unaware of Wen's "family scandal", and their eyes were as wide as a cockfighting cock.
If what Bu Taixu said is true, is Wen Caiwei using a soul-searching technique on her biological grandmother Wen Mengyue?
This is to make Wen Mengyue completely disappear from heaven and earth!
Lin Yige frowned and planned to have a good argument with Bu Taixu. Wen Caiwei suddenly looked up, with a fleeting smile on her pale face.
With a "pop" sound, Wen Caiwei clasped her hands together, patted Wen Mengyue's remaining soul away, and dusted her hands.
She met Bu Taixu's eyes and asked: "Master Taixu, you kill my Wen family's daughter, capture her soul, and make her unable to live freely until she dies. And I, Wen Caiwei, will help my Wen family's daughter find her."
Zi Zi... Dare I ask, who is this unjust person?"
"Except Wen Mengyue," Wen Caiwei didn't give him a chance to defend himself, pointing to several cultivation sects and families that had welcomed back the remnant souls of their ancestors, "Master Taixu, don't tell me that the souls of those female cultivators are all
I got into the Soul-Calling Bell by myself."
Bu Taixu stared at Wen Caiwei for a long time before he said, "Wen Caiwei, do you want to kill your ancestors?"
"So what?!" Wen Caiwei changed the topic quickly and asked with a smile, "Master Taixu and Master Chixu's immortal wine and delicacies, how does it taste?"
"...You? It's you!" Bu Taixu suddenly approached and was about to pinch the slender neck.
Wen Caiwei staggered and hid behind Lin Yige, feebly shouting: "Master, help me!"
Lin Yige swung his sword and cut off Bu Taixu's finger like cutting tofu.
Bu Taixu almost immediately put the severed finger back into his hand, but the feeling from the sword would not lie.
This time, Lin Yige was shocked.
The physical bodies of Mahayana monks are so powerful, how could they be like this?
No wonder Bu Taixu took the initiative to stop fighting just now and only used his spiritual consciousness to fight against him.
Bu Taixu's expression was stern, and he lit a talisman with lightning speed.
The talisman burned instantly.
As if appearing out of thin air, four ordinary monks carrying a huge sedan chair stopped above the ruins of Tingfeng Pavilion.
An old voice came from the sedan chariot: "Zichou Yinmao, please come up to the chariot, Master Taixu!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Lian flew out of the hands of the monk carrying the sedan chair, wrapped Bu Taixu into a cocoon, and threw him into the chariot.
The sedan chair went away faster than when it came. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the defensive formation of the Kyushu Forum on Taoism, and at the same time escaped Lin Yige's consciousness.
Not to mention the monks in the sedan chair, the few monks who serve as bearers should not be underestimated either.
Lin Yige supported the weak and weak disciple Caiwei, thinking: If the weakness is not eliminated, there may be endless troubles.