The sea of black flowers, the invading wind, the wailing sound of ghosts with awns on their backs penetrated the eardrums without interruption...
After six days and six nights of fierce fighting, even Feng Jueyu was exhausted and top-heavy. He did not realize at the moment that his cultivation had made great progress in these six days. Instead, he felt that his life seemed to be about to end.
We've reached the end.
The cold wind made his body feel colder and colder. He had not felt anything in the six days before entering the sea of flowers. This showed that his divine power had been exhausted to a certain extent. At this point, unless he had the help of elixir,
, otherwise no matter how strong his willpower is, he will not be able to withstand the army of thousands of innocent souls.
"Damn it, is this young master going to die like this?"
Feng Jueyu immediately cursed out loud. Looking at the overwhelming ghost figures, for the first time in his life, a feeling of powerlessness emerged from the bottom of his heart.
Yes, six days and six nights, even a master of the Chongyang Realm is at this level. God knows why this three-underworld-earth-yin formation is so terrifying, it can actually push people to this point.
And this is just the movement of two ghosts and thousands of ghosts. If the formation were to reach its limit and send out three ghosts and thousands of souls, no one would be able to escape from the clutches of the evil ghosts.
In anger, Feng Jueyu made this mistake, and did not want to be entangled by a few fierce ghosts. The black air ball was like a blood-sucking leech in the ditch, clinging to his body and desperately getting in.
At this moment, the power of divine consciousness in Feng Jueyu's sea of consciousness was very weak, and he could not concentrate his energy to fight against external interference. In desperation, he could only sit on the ground on the path, sitting among the pile of bones strewn with corpses.
He regained all his physical strength with the last remaining spiritual power.
What's supposed to come will always come, just come if it's going to come.
Feng Jueyu thought like this and began to make his final struggle...
But he hasn't reached the moment of giving up completely yet. While sitting in seclusion, Feng Jueyu pulled Huang Tianjue and the remaining three soul puppets to his side, forming a formation with a round sky and a square place, allowing the four of them to
Surround yourself and order to share these wronged souls with yourself as much as possible.
Anyway, Feng Jueyu saw it. Now, six days later, Huang Tianjue and the three soul puppets have absorbed a large number of wronged souls, and they have not yet escaped from their control. This shows that the three soul puppets have basically been finalized and will not appear again.
Being devoured by the wronged soul, as long as their main consciousness is still there and as long as they don't die, they will not die, at least they will not die here.
When the five people sat in a circle and surrounded them, the formation was clear and the momentum was equally extraordinary. Feng Jueyu restrained his inner strength, guarded the sea of spiritual consciousness and the body of spiritual thoughts, and survived in the desperate situation.
"Feng Jueyu, try the corpse ashes you picked up."
Just when Feng Jueyu was on the verge of despair, the reminder from Xuan Zhong, the savior, arrived. When he heard it suddenly, Feng Jueyu suddenly woke up and slapped his forehead: "Why did you forget such an important thing?"
He murmured to himself and took out the purse-like thing that had just been sealed. He opened it and took out a small pinch of corpse ash powder, putting it in his hand without hesitation.
When Yan Gu stuffed this thing into it, he didn't feel anything at all. It would have been embarrassing for him. Eating someone's ashes is something that few people in this world have ever done. How disgusting it is.
It was disgusting, but at this point he had no other choice, so he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, grabbed a handful and threw it into the corner of his mouth.
The smell of corpse ash powder is very astringent, as if a handful of salt is stuck in the mouth, and it is not easy to melt. A smell of burnt ashes and an unpleasant stench rush up to the nose, Feng Jueyu
Suddenly she burst into tears and started cursing: "Damn, this stuff tastes terrible."
Although it was said to be unpalatable, Feng Jueyu did not dare to vomit it out. God knows if this product is effective in driving away the ghosts of grievances. If it is effective, it is better than risking your life here.
He swallowed the corpse ash powder with difficulty and continued to perform the magic skill silently. Suddenly, it seemed that the crying around him became much quieter, and Feng Jueyu no longer felt the strong hostility.
When he opened his eyes and took a look, he saw that the skeletons covered in neon clothes suddenly surrounded his big eyes and stared at him, as if thousands of blind men were staring at him.
It works.
Feng Jueyu said in surprise.
"It's not enough, eat more."
At this time, Xuan Zhong suddenly shouted, and Feng Jueyu was wondering. Sure enough, those "blind men" showed their ferocious expressions again after staying for a few more breaths, and rushed towards him. With the previous experience, Feng Jueyu
Jueyu didn't dare to eat it bit by bit, so he grabbed a handful and threw it into his mouth, which made him cough.
However, after the corpse ash powder entered his throat, Feng Jueyu realized that the scene in front of him had changed.
What's the difference? The army of innocent souls that seemed to be dancing all over the sky actually stopped moving as if time had stood still. Not only that, the formations gathered by some of the innocent souls also marked winding shortcuts.
These armies of innocent souls are organized and stationary, seemingly in a formation. It’s hard to say whether there are any rules, but at least if Feng Jueyu eats the corpse ash powder, Feng Jueyu can rest for a while, even for a short while, which is absolutely important to him.
It was crucial, but Feng Jueyu was not in the mood to rest now. He flew to the sky and looked down. He was surprised to find that the thousands of innocent souls organized into a huge human formation.
What is a human formation? In fact, it is the same as marching and fighting. A battle formation is formed by people, with long snakes, swallow wings, rectangles... etc., and each formation basically has two categories of life and death, although there are thousands of them.
There were no fixed rules for the formation formed by the innocent souls, but in Feng Jueyu's view, there were clearly organized winding passages.
These passages are like a huge maze, leading to the depths of the distance.
In Feng Jueyu's view, this is most likely the way out for Hei Shang's skeleton formation.
"It's a way out."
Feng Jueyu stood in mid-air, and suddenly felt a sense of rebirth. He had suffered a lot during this expedition, and almost perished physically and mentally. If it hadn't been for Xuan Zhong's timely reminder at the critical moment, I'm afraid he would have died by now.
Being haunted by thousands of ghosts, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but feel sincere gratitude to Xuan Zhong.
"Xuan Zhong, thank you."
Xuan Zhong blinked his eyes and said in Feng Jueyu's tone: "Why are you so polite? You and I are one."
"Hey, I can still joke. I'm making progress."
Unknowingly, the friendship between Feng Jueyu and Xuanzhong gradually sublimated. In fact, Feng Jueyu also noticed that as Xuanzhong followed her on adventures, he had gradually become more humane, not as stiff as when they first met, but like this
This kind of friend who evolved from the original divine power is actually the most trustworthy, because Xuan Zhong is not greedy and knows no tricks. He does whatever he says. To describe it as upright is barely enough. Such a person is definitely worth making friends with.
lifetime.
The two joked with each other, and Feng Jueyu returned to the sea of flowers to awaken the only three soul puppets. At this time, there are only three soul puppets left out of more than thirty, and these three will be Feng Jueyu.
Although their future personal followers have not yet developed their spiritual intelligence, their strength has become stronger than six days ago. Especially Huang Tianjue, who originally had the cultivation level of entering the dust realm, and is now working hard to refine and absorb it.
Feng Jueyu believed that given time, Huang Tianjue would be restored to his former self.
Isn't this something to be happy about?
Surviving in adversity and stimulating potential, Feng Jueyu now not only does not regret being brought to Sanming Bridge by Wu Buyong, but feels that he has encountered a great opportunity.
After resting for a while, Feng Jueyu stood up and left. However, as he was leaving, he suddenly found that the power of his consciousness was recovering faster and faster.
"Hey, the power of my spiritual thoughts seems to be..."
He couldn't explain how he felt, but he felt a lot stronger.
Xuan Zhong smiled slightly and said: "Did you just realize it? Haha, I forgot to congratulate you, because you have been fighting thousands of vengeful souls for three days and three years, constantly stimulating your own potential, and your spiritual body has reached the peak
According to your peak level, I think you can try to reach the Yangtze River in a while."
"real?"
Good things happened one after another. Feng Jueyu couldn't believe his ears. However, seeing was believing. When he saw that his spiritual body was emitting the essence of colorful light, and there was a grain of light deep in its core.
Only when the small colorful Danyang loomed, did he believe Xuan Zhong's words.
Chongyang realm.
Feng Jueyu was overjoyed. Thinking back to how long it had been since his breakthrough, it only took less than a few months to reach the full limit. Because of this adventure, he actually forced himself to reach the edge of the Chongyang Realm ahead of schedule. This is definitely the best time for this trip.
The biggest gain.
It can be said that now he is completely on par with Wu Buyong in strength. There is no need to resort to spiritual techniques or fighting methods to take advantage of the situation. Even without using Xuan Zhong's possessed sword, he can still compete with Wu Buyong.
High or low.
Once the Yang Chong is successful, the body of the Five Elements will forge the Little Golden Yang. In this way, like Zhou Zude, his spiritual consciousness can cover a hundred miles radius, and any disturbance will not escape his own perception. The more powerful thing is that some things that are difficult to grasp are
His spiritual skills will also be greatly improved, such as invisibility, shadow sword, sword control, etc.
"Haha, good, good, this trip has been fruitful. It seems that I am very lucky."
Even Feng Jueyu burst out laughing arrogantly when he learned that he was on the verge of reaching the sun.
After laughing, Feng Jueyu calmed down and rushed into the wronged soul formation with the three soul puppets. He turned left and right to find his way through the maze-like soul formation.
On the way, Feng Jueyu used his spiritual consciousness to observe the three soul puppets, and unexpectedly found that these three soul puppets actually formed some kind of wonderful connection with his spiritual consciousness. They no longer had zombie faces, and Feng Jueyu looked at them every time.
Every time they speak, their expressions will have a strange fluctuation. Although it is extremely small, this feeling is really there.
Therefore, Killer Feng affectionately called these three soul puppets: Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San.