Yu Beichuan didn't understand. Even the "spell" he casually said just now, looking back now, he didn't have the slightest impression of it. As for the king in the mouth of the dead soul, he couldn't figure it out even more.
"Get in!"
Without hesitation, Yu Beichuan wanted to continue moving forward. He had to enter the formation in the foggy area. He stepped into the foggy area step by step. The obedience of the dead spirit made Yu Beichuan not feel anything was wrong.
It seems that a long time ago, he has always been so calm.
"Fuck..."
I don't know what happened just now, but Yubeichuan Gui Xinqiao actually stepped into the formation of the foggy area. He didn't wake up until one of his feet landed on the ground.
"It's too big!"
Yu Beichuan believed that he was definitely not the king of the dead...soul. Once the other party admitted his mistake, he would die without a burial place. This was a big joke.
"king!"
Seeing Yu Beichuan walking in, Death...hun didn't dare to raise his head. It restrained its aura and addressed him in a sullen voice. Judging from its expression, it was extremely respectful.
"Um……"
Yu Beichuan was stunned by an inexplicable response.
"Get out!"
Yu Beichuan thought to himself that at this time, he was big-hearted and small-minded. If he died... his soul went crazy and recognized its master by mistake, he would be rich. But he just quit, and Yu Beichuan was reluctant to let go.
The road has to continue.
"The best thing to do is to leave!"
Yu Beichuan unconsciously took a step back, and then turned around. There was already a white mist behind him, and he could still recognize the road he was on.
"Damn it, the formation is activated."
Yu Beichuan pulled out the "Asking Sword", and a gray sword light lit up, but no matter what, the light of the sword light could not break through the blockage of the fog.
"continue!"
Now that I want to retreat, I guess there is no way to retreat. If I press forward desperately, I can hope to win a way out. The dead soul seems to be respectful and kind to me, so there is still hope.
"Master Yin, please take a step forward to the right."
A bloody man suddenly appeared outside the foggy area, standing far away. Perhaps it was also afraid of the dead soul and did not dare to get too close.
After waiting for a while, the mysterious being under the sinkhole couldn't bear it any longer. It "sent" a bloody man to find out the news. Seeing that Yubeichuan fell into the formation in the foggy area, the mysterious being became anxious.
"
right?"
Standing there, Yubeichuan had no idea.
He knew the horror of the formation. Once he made a wrong step, the formation would be activated again. Yu Beichuan didn't know whether he could escape the murderous intention of the formation.
The huge dead...soul was in the center of the formation, "Whoosh..." A small dead...soul circled past him, and unexpectedly it stretched out its hand and grabbed it, stuffing it into its big mouth.
.
"Creak, creak..."
There seemed to be a sound of chewing.
At the beginning, there was only one huge dead...soul left in the formation. It voluntarily turned into a dead...soul to protect this place for its king. However, the subsequent dead...souls almost all broke into this place and wanted to
Monk looking for treasure.
Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, countless monks have tried to break into this place and take away the legendary treasure. Unfortunately, they all stayed behind in the end, and each of them became the dead souls they are today.
With the arrival of the king, the huge dead souls no longer need them to accompany them through these endless years.
"boom……"
The dead souls that had just gathered dispersed, and in the center of the formation, the huge dead soul remained motionless, quietly kneeling on its knees, waiting for its king.
"Right? OK!"
Yu Beichuan responded casually. He had no choice but to believe in the mysterious existence under the sinkhole.
"right!"
After saying "right" several times in succession, a clear line suddenly flashed through Yu Beichuan's mind, and then, the safe passage of the formation appeared in his mind.
"One step forward on the right, one step horizontally on the left, two steps back, and three steps forward..."
Yubeichuan chanted in his mouth and kept moving forward according to the route in the sea of consciousness. Sure enough, in less than half a quarter of an hour, the center of the formation appeared in front of him.
The huge soul of death was half kneeling there. When it heard the footsteps, it slowly raised its head.
"king!"
Its voice was dull, but full of joy.
"You have worked hard."
The dead soul nodded, looking very grateful. Its head was like a skeleton, and there seemed to be a dull flame in the deep-set eye frames. Thick black mist seemed to be covering the shirt on its body.
, the dark black shirt was stained with blood, Yu Beichuan seemed to remember that the original shirt was white and flawless.
Yu Beichuan felt sour and almost shed tears.
He stepped forward and stroked the huge head of the dead...soul with one hand, and Momo with the other hand.
Inexplicably, he reached to his mouth and bit one of his fingers hard.
"Loyal and pure guardian..."
Yu Beichuan looked attentive, chanting incomprehensible spells carefully, while drawing strange runes on the huge skull of the dead soul with the blood on his fingers.
As the runes were carved, the fire in the soul's eyes became brighter and brighter. When the light reached a limit, there was a "sudden" sound, and the fire slowly dimmed again.
"Oh, it's still a little bit worse..."
This painting took Yubeichuan dozens of breaths of time, and almost everyone died. When the runes were finished, the mark he imagined did not appear.
"Xiao! I don't have enough skills, please wait patiently..."
Yubeichuan sighed and stopped.
"Yes! King."
The soul of death was still half-kneeling. At this time, Yu Beichuan suddenly woke up.
"Ma...de, it hurts!"
Only then did Yu Beichuan realize that he had bitten his finger without knowing when, and the blood on his finger left inexplicable marks on the huge skull of the dead soul.
"There seems to be some connection between myself and the soul of the dead. It's vague and not very clear."
Yu Beichuan was shocked. Just now, he must have fallen into inexplicable amnesia again. In that situation, he did something he didn't understand.
"Could it be..."
Yubeichuan became frightened.
"There is another soul living in my body, and the current self is just a useful body."
"That's where it came from."
Yu Beichuan thought secretly in his heart. At this time, he was sure that if there is another soul, then it must be derived from the spirit of chaos. That extremely mysterious spirit of chaos is the only one he does not understand until now.
"Seize the body!"
Yu Beichuan was shocked. Seizing someone's body is a common thing in the world of cultivation. Yu Beichuan believed that he must have encountered it. Maybe his physical condition was not mature yet...
Yu Beichuan almost couldn't help shouting wildly.
"Elder Huangpu, you must find him as soon as possible."
Yubeichuan thought calmly.
He believes that even if another soul permanently occupies his sea of consciousness, even if it wants to wake up, it may still need certain triggering conditions.
"End things here as soon as possible."
Having made up his mind, Yubeichuan became anxious.