Seeing Chen Xuan suddenly pressing his eyes, Wan'er and graceful, Nan Qianqian was shocked and worried, and quickly came over to support Chen Xuan.
Usually, Nan Qianqian always sings opposite to Chen Xuan, but every time Chen Xuan has an accident, she will rush over like Wan'er and Eyan.
As for Gong Zijia still standing there, it was just because she was calm, but she was still worried about Chen Xuan's situation.
The symptoms of auditory hallucinations this time are much more serious than never before. Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness has been continuously tempered for nearly ten years and has been at least five or six times stronger, but he still cannot withstand the impact of the ancient residual consciousness in his body. In an instant, he was in chaos, as if a storm wave was caused. Chen Xuan's main spiritual consciousness was like a lonely boat in the sea of consciousness, shaking violently, and there was a possibility of "capsizing" at any time.
A capsized boat means that Chen Xuan’s spiritual consciousness is shattered and his body is dead.
But with his tenacious spiritual will and unmoved sword heart, Chen Xuan tried his best to control the boat of spiritual consciousness and did not lose himself in this super tsunami.
However, this was just the beginning. Waves of spiritual shocks crazily destroyed Chen Xuan's spiritual consciousness, as if they were about to crush Chen Xuan from his body to his soul and turn it into nothingness.
This time, even the mysterious woman on the eighth level of the Eighth Futu felt that Chen Xuan might die at any time. She immediately inspired a sword intent to integrate into Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness to protect Chen Xuan's spiritual consciousness, so that Chen Xuan could barely remain on the verge of collapse.
The mysterious woman, like the ancient soul cultivator in Chen Xuan's body, was left with only will incarnation. Both of them were immortal emperor-level existences during their lifetime, and this time they fought to the point of being comparable.
The main soul cultivator's residual consciousness has absorbed a large amount of dark soul power in the past ten years, and has swallowed a lot of top-quality soul water in the small world in the belly of Beiming Xue Whale. Its power has skyrocketed, far beyond the time when he first invaded Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness.
After years of cultivation and rest, as well as the golden fairyland sword intent that absorbed Chen Xuan's "gift", the mysterious woman also recovered a little, otherwise it would be difficult to protect Chen Xuan.
The two Immortal Emperor-level powers were stalemate in Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness. Gong Zijia and Wan'er and the others would never have imagined that a fairy Emperor-level competition that transcends time and space would actually unfold in Chen Xuan's mind.
The four female sword immortals could only see Chen Xuan pressing his eyes, holding his head and moaning in pain, his body shaking, and sweeping open the sea water all over his body.
Next, a scene that surprised the four people even more. The sea water within a radius of hundreds of miles, or the water of the dark soul, formed a super water tornado with Chen Xuan as the center, and frantically integrated into Chen Xuan's body.
The Endless Soul Sea is simply the home court of the ancient soul cultivator. The mysterious woman competes with the ancient soul in this special environment. The ancient soul's energy source continues to replenish the power of the dark soul and gains full advantage. Over time, a trace of power that the mysterious woman finally recovers will only be consumed in vain.
And he can't save Chen Xuan.
"Ah..." Chen Xuan moaned again in deep pain, and the pain in his eyes reached a completely unbearable level.
But Chen Xuan still tried hard to keep his spiritual consciousness awake because he could see a line of mysterious runes on his retina that had been blurred before, which gradually became clear as the pain increased.
This time, Chen Xuan finally saw it thoroughly. It turned out to be the eight words "The Realm of the Dark Soul, I am the only one who is the supreme person."
"I am the only one in the realm of the dark soul..." Chen Xuan was stunned at first when he saw the ancient characters clearly, and then he seemed to understand something.
Could it be that the ancient soul cultivator who invaded his sea of consciousness was the master of the Dark Soul Realm?
Otherwise, how could the five of them be sucked into the Dark Soul Realm?
The truth is getting clearer and clearer.
It’s just that Chen Xuan didn’t get close to the truth until he was dying.
In the inhuman pain, Chen Xuan suddenly laughed, smiling evilly.
Wan'er, Eyan and Nan Qianqian were immediately scared, thinking that Chen Xuan's symptoms were so serious that he was mentally ill.
"Junior brother, don't scare me, tell us quickly, how can I help you?"
Wan'er grabbed Chen Xuan's arm, and spoke in tears, and her heart was burning.
Chen Xuan could not hear any voice from the outside world at all. His only thought was ridiculous and suddenly burst into laughter and shouted: "Old thing, you have invaded my sea of consciousness for so long to show me the eight words "The Realm of the Dark Soul, I am the only one who is the only one"?
If you have sex, just destroy my spiritual consciousness. Don’t pretend to be a god or a ghost. Wouldn’t you just want the body of this evil emperor?
Come on! Come on!"
In the dark seabed, Chen Xuan looked crazy, letting go of his hands covering his eyes and letting the pain spread throughout his body. This was not because he gave up on his struggle, but because he chose a way to follow the nature of evil madness and wanted to force the ancient remnant in his body to speak.
However, Chen Xuan had just shouted a few times, and the sea of consciousness suddenly seemed to explode. Countless ancient information was transformed into pictures and integrated into Chen Xuan's mind, almost squeezing Chen Xuan's head.
In a trance, Chen Xuan saw that in those obscure and long-standing scenes, there were heavenly soldiers and generals, all demons gathered, bones everywhere, blood flowed into a river, and finally the proud figure standing on the top of the mountain, which was... Monkey King Sun Wukong?