Mo Xingliang gasped: What a monster, why did it disappear inexplicably?
The series of accidents made him feel extremely unwilling. He tossed it gently and the porcelain bottle was suspended in the air and floated to Su Zimu's head. Suddenly it tipped over and turned over. The bottom of the bottle was facing down and the mouth of the bottle was facing the center of Su Zimu's eyebrows.
Mo Xingliang took a stance and cast spells repeatedly, urging the Foundation-building soul-eating demon in the bottle to absorb the soul.
Su Zimu didn't know what he wanted to do, but he clearly felt that something was about to move in his body, and he felt like he was about to fly.
He instinctively operated the technique, and the heat flowed through his body for a week, and the weird feeling disappeared immediately.
Mo Xingliang couldn't stand it anymore, his ferociousness emerged, and he disappeared: "I still don't believe it anymore, even a small body like you can't deal with it!"
After saying that, he used all his magic power and slapped the bottom of the bottle with his palm, and a unique soul-eating demon slowly emerged from the mouth of the bottle.
Even if Su Zimu had no eyesight, he was still frightened at this moment.
Isn't this the great soul-eating monster in the Foundation Establishment Realm? If it hadn't smashed the protective formation that night, how could Ji Gongming's body be exposed on the spot? He wouldn't have fallen into the hands of a despicable man like Mo Xingliang.
The monster was on Su Zimu's head, but it didn't accept its fate like other soul-eating monsters. It shook its head and swayed its tail, very restless.
The veins on Mo Xingliang's forehead popped out, and he looked like he was struggling. Suddenly, he roared, and the soul-eating demon hanging in the air opened its big mouth, roared silently, and then suddenly pounced down and penetrated into Su Zimu's body.
The boundless chill invaded his whole body, and Su Zimu stiffened instantly, unable to move any part of his body, like a wood carving and clay sculpture.
He tried his best to stimulate the heat in his dantian, but his trump card, which had always been unfavorable in the past, lost its effect at this moment.
Mo Xingliang's eyes shone brightly and his gestures changed continuously.
That ecstatic feeling appeared again, and Su Zimu found that he could no longer feel his body, and an invisible force was pulling him to fly.
He knew something was wrong, but was unable to resist, so he could only activate his Dantian desperately.
The soul-eating demon slowly pulled Su Zimu's soul out of his body. Mo Xingliang was surprised and happy, and activated his magic power to add more strength.
The white shadow slowly sat up, only to find a familiar figure lying under him.
Although Su Zimu could not control his body, his consciousness was very clear. When he recognized it was him, he was shocked.
At this time, there was finally movement in the Dantian that had been silent. A stream of heat spurted out, melting the ice and snow wherever it went.
Su Zi finally felt his body. At this moment, his only thought was to return to his body.
Then, Mo Xingliang was shocked to find that the soul that had already sat up suddenly stopped moving. No matter how hard the soul-eating demon pulled, it could not be pulled out.
He had never encountered such a situation before, so he quickly mobilized more mana to drive the Soul-Eating Demon even harder.
The soul-eating demon twisted and swayed and tried its best, but Su Zimu's soul not only did not come out, but instead slowly fell back and merged with the body again.
Mo Xingliang almost bit his tongue. He had never heard that the soul-eating demon would fail when absorbing souls.
That is a soul-eating monster at the foundation-building level. Although it was cultivated by the Blood Demon Sect using secret methods and cannot be compared with the orthodox monsters, no matter how unbearable it is, it is not that it cannot even deal with a body forging, right?
However, the reality was so unexpected, and it really happened before Mo Xingliang's eyes.
What was even more shocking was that the Soul-Eating Demon actually felt like it was about to escape from control. Mo Xingliang secretly shouted that it was not good, and decisively gave up on Su Zimu, planning to cast a spell to take back the Soul-Eating Demon.
After finally finding a soul-devouring demon at the foundation-building level, he also hoped to use this thing to refine a blood pill at the foundation-building level, thereby breaking through Qi training in one fell swoop and advancing to the foundation-building level.
This man was just a forger. If he had known that ingesting this man's soul was so dangerous, Mo Xingliang would not have released this soul-eating demon no matter what.
But no matter how he cast spells to activate it, no matter how hard the soul-eating demon struggled, there was no way to escape, and he could only watch it sink into Su Zimu's body again.
Suddenly, Mo Xingliang lost his sense of the soul-eating demon. His expression suddenly changed and he staggered back a few steps.
The prison boss quickly supported him: "Young Master..."
"Get away!" Mo Xingliang pushed the cell head away and rushed up to him, trying to find the Soul-Eating Demon again.
But no matter how he searched, there was no trace.
Where is Su Zimu?
The moment the heat flowed out of the Dantian, it immediately pulled the separated soul back to the body, and the soul-eating demon seemed to be stuck to something and could not get rid of it no matter what.
When he felt his body again, he suddenly found that there was an extremely intense cold lingering between his chest and abdomen.
The heat in the body is circulating repeatedly between the chest and abdomen, constantly resolving the cold.
At first, the cold was so severe that it almost froze him, but as the heat flow repeatedly dissipated, the coldness gradually turned into coolness.
After a while, Qingliang was divided into two parts, with one half descending into the Dantian and the other half rising into the sea of consciousness.
At this moment, something seemed to break, like an eagle emerging from its shell and a new sprout breaking through the ground.
Su Zimu felt so comfortable that he almost screamed.
An extremely magical scene appeared in his mind, and his original consciousness gradually condensed and turned into a small seed.
But this seed did not take root and sprout. Instead, it suddenly exploded and spread like the beginning of the world, forming a strange space that should not have existed in the first place.
Without anyone's guidance, Su Zimu instinctively told him that it was the legendary sea of consciousness, something that only monks could possess.
He always thought that the sea of consciousness was consciousness, but it was not until this moment that he realized that consciousness is just the seed of the sea of consciousness. It exists in everyone's mind, but most people have no chance to let it grow throughout their lives.
And he did it!
Su Zimu burst into tears: From now on, I will be a real monk!
Not only did the sea of consciousness undergo drastic changes, but his body also underwent great changes. His muscles and bones became stronger, his skin and flesh became tighter, and his strength reached a new level.
Only the Dantian is still the same, the coolness that poured into the Dantian seems to have disappeared out of thin air, and no trace can be found.
But what does it matter? The important thing is that he finally broke through the bottleneck and took the most important step!
Su Zimu was in an unprecedented good mood, feeling that the whole world was filled with sunshine.
The ferocious-looking Mo Xingliang suddenly appeared and strangled Su Zimu's neck: "Give me back, give me back, give me back--"
Su Zimu resisted instinctively, only to hear a crashing sound. The chain as thick as his fist was actually torn off by him in one fell swoop, and he punched Mo Xingliang away.
The prison boss on the side was stunned, this, this, this, is this still the body training?
