Seeing Chen Xuan suddenly holding his eyes, Wan'er, Waiyan, and Nan Qianqian looked frightened and worried, and hurriedly came over to support Chen Xuan.
Normally Nan Qianqian always opposes Chen Xuan, but every time something happens to Chen Xuan, she will rush over with all her might like Wan'er and Wuyan.
As for Gong Zijia, she is still standing where she is, just because she is relatively calm, but she is still worried about Chen Xuan's situation in her heart.
This time, the symptoms of auditory and visual hallucinations were much more severe than before. After nearly ten years of continuous tempering, Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness became at least five or six times stronger, but he still couldn't bear the ancient residual consciousness in his body.
The impact caused chaos in an instant, as if it was setting off a violent storm, and Chen Xuan's main consciousness was like a lonely boat in the sea of consciousness, shaking violently, with the possibility of "capsizing" at any time.
The capsizing of the boat meant that Chen Xuan's spiritual consciousness was shattered and his body and soul were dead.
However, Chen Xuan relied on his tenacious mental will and unwavering sword heart to still try his best to control the boat of spiritual consciousness and not lose himself in this super tsunami.
However, this was just the beginning. Wave after wave of mental shocks crazily destroyed Chen Xuan's consciousness, as if Chen Xuan was going to be crushed from body to soul and turned into nothingness.
This time, even the mysterious woman on the eighth floor of the Eight-Bud Pagoda felt that Chen Xuan might die at any time. She immediately inspired a sword to merge into Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness to protect Chen Xuan's master consciousness, so that Chen Xuan could barely maintain the state of collapse.
edge.
The mysterious woman and the powerful remnant consciousness of the ancient soul cultivator in Chen Xuan's body were both left with only the incarnation of their will. Both of them were immortal emperor-level beings during their lifetimes, and this confrontation was evenly matched.
The main soul cultivator, Canshi, has absorbed a large amount of dark soul power in the past ten years, and also swallowed a lot of top-grade soul water in the small world in the belly of the Northern Snow Whale. His power has skyrocketed, far exceeding that of the one who first invaded Chen Xuan's consciousness sea that year.
when.
And after these years of cultivation and recuperation, as well as absorbing the Golden Immortal Realm Sword Intent offered by Chen Xuan, the mysterious woman's strength has also recovered a little, otherwise it may be difficult to protect Chen Xuan completely.
The two Immortal Emperor-level powerful men were locked in a stalemate in Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness. Gong Zijia and Wan'er never imagined that an Immortal Emperor-level contest that transcended time and space would actually unfold in Chen Xuan's mind.
The four female sword fairies could only see Chen Xuan holding her eyes, holding her head and moaning in pain, her body crumbling, and the sea water around her swaying away.
Next, an even more astonishing scene appeared for the four of them. Sea water with a radius of a hundred miles, or the water of dark souls, centered on Chen Xuan, formed a super waterspout, and merged crazily into Chen Xuan's body.
The endless sea of souls is simply the home ground of the ancient soul cultivating the residual consciousness. In this special environment, the mysterious woman competes with the ancient residual consciousness. The energy source of the ancient residual consciousness continuously replenishes the power of the dark soul and takes advantage of the territory. Over time, the mysterious woman finally recovers.
Any trace of strength will only be wasted in vain.
And Chen Xuan can't be saved.
"Ah..." Chen Xuan let out a low and painful groan again, and the burning pain in his eyes reached a completely unbearable level.
But Chen Xuan still tried hard to keep his consciousness awake, because he could see a line of mysterious runes on his retina that were blurry before, gradually becoming clearer as the burning pain intensified.
This time Chen Xuan finally saw it clearly. It turned out to be the words "I am the only one who dominates the realm of dark souls".
"In the Realm of Dark Souls, I am the only one who is supreme..." Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment 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 Realm of Dark Souls?
The truth is becoming increasingly clear.
It's just that Chen Xuan didn't get close to the truth until he was about to die.
Under the inhuman pain, Chen Xuan suddenly laughed, very evilly.
Wan'er, Wu Yan and Nan Qianqian immediately stopped being frightened, thinking that Chen Xuan's symptoms were so severe that he was going insane.
"Junior brother, don't scare me, tell us quickly, how can we help you?"
Wan'er took one of Chen Xuan's arms and spoke with a tearful tone, her heart burning.
Chen Xuan couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world at all. His only thought now was that he felt ridiculous, and suddenly he laughed wildly and shouted: "Old man, you have invaded my sea of consciousness for so long just to show me the 'Realm of Dark Souls, Only I"
Eight words for "exclusive"?
If you have the guts, just destroy my consciousness. Don't pretend to be a ghost. Don't you just want the body of this evil emperor?
Come on! Come on!"
In the dark seabed, Chen Xuan looked like he was crazy. He let go of the hand covering his eyes and let the pain spread all over his body. This was not because he gave up the fight, but he chose a way to follow the evil nature and wanted to force out the evil spirit in his body.
The ancient residual consciousness can speak.
However, just after Chen Xuan shouted a few times, the sea of consciousness suddenly seemed to explode. Countless ancient information was transformed into pictures and merged into Chen Xuan's mind, almost squeezing Chen Xuan's head.
In a daze, Chen Xuan saw those obscure and long-lasting pictures, including heavenly soldiers and generals, a gathering of monsters, bones everywhere, rivers of blood, and finally the proud figure standing on the top of the mountain. That was... Qitian Da
