Yuan Shen flew up, and his body suddenly shrank, turning into a red light and flying straight towards the oil lamp. Sure enough, as Sun Wukong said, the restriction on the oil lamp naturally flashed out of a path when it encountered the energy of chaos. In the blink of an eye, Hai Long had entered.
Inside the oil lamp, Tathagata Buddha's restriction was indeed powerful. As soon as he entered the oil lamp, Hai Long could no longer feel the breath outside. Silks of purple air circulated around him, and soft sighs continued to echo. An inexplicable sadness came from the bottom of Hai Long's heart.
When it rose, he was shocked. This purple energy was actually filled with sadness, so much so that it affected his mind.
He didn't dare to wait too long, after all, this was the first time that his soul was separated from the body. Hai Long showed the form of his soul, and clasped his hands in front of him. The spiritual platform in the soul's body emitted highly concentrated chaotic energy, red.
The air flow instantly became entangled with the original purple air in the oil lamp. The purple air scattered like frightened birds, as if afraid of being caught by Hai Long. Hai Long concentrated completely and emitted a wave of chaos through his own chaotic air.
There was a soft and friendly atmosphere, and the chaotic energy remained stable, no longer chasing the purple energy, and the oil lamp suddenly became peaceful.
Zi Qi tentatively contacted the chaotic energy released by Hai Long several times, and felt that the chaotic energy did not mean to harm it. It gradually relaxed and returned to its previous slowly rotating appearance.
Hai Long did not act immediately. He thought to himself that if he wanted to fuse these broken consciousnesses back together, he must not force them. Otherwise, if there were any changes during the fusion process, he might not be able to control it. Thinking of this, he
He gathered the energy of chaos around his soul, tried to communicate with the broken consciousness, and used his mind to express his thoughts to the other party, "I'm here to help you, are you willing to accept my help?"
Although Fairy Zixia's consciousness was broken, it still had a certain degree of perception. Feeling Hai Long's sincere thoughts, all the purple energy trembled slightly. After hesitating for a while, she gradually approached Hai Long. Hai Long again
Said: I'm here to help you, don't be afraid, you just need to relax completely and I can help you, okay? If you can, you can gather around my body. Zi Qi seemed to understand his words and gradually moved towards
His direction is approaching. But each purple energy is a certain distance away from each other, and it seems that they cannot get close to each other.
Hai Long knew it was time. He secretly pinched the spell and used his mind to control his huge chaotic energy to spread outwards, completely surrounding the purple energy from the outside, and then gradually shrinking it.
The distance between the purple qi gradually closed under the pressure of the chaotic qi. The purple qi seemed to be frightened again, and kept rushing outwards, but the chaotic qi was so powerful, how could they rush out. Hai Long
Not daring to be too eager for quick success, he quickly stopped the contraction of the Chaos Qi, sent a friendly feeling to the Purple Qi again, and kept repeating that he was here to help them.
The purple energy gradually stabilized again. Hai Long controlled the energy of chaos to shrink again. This time the purple energy was obviously not as panicked as before. Under Hai Long's control, they seemed to endure great pain and kept beating, but there was no
Then it rushed outwards. Hai Long separated out a thought, constantly comforting these broken consciousnesses, and at the same time slowly contracted the energy of chaos. When these purple energy had touched together, he clearly heard painful sounds.
Moaning and not daring to neglect, Hai Long swayed and broke away from the purple energy wrapped around him. He opened his arms and hugged the big ball composed of purple energy in front of him. Under the urging of his magic power, the purple ball quickly moved
When they closed it, the moans became louder, but Hai Long knew that he must not stop now, otherwise he would fail. While soothing these broken consciousnesses, he continued to shrink the energy of chaos. At the same time, he branched out another stream.
The power of thought activated the fire power of the chaotic energy. A trace of pure fire power slowly penetrated into the purple energy, going deep into the intersection between each purple energy. The purple energy was mixed with streaks of red light.
, Hai Long activated the spell, sent a message to Zi Qi to please be patient, and then began to increase the power of fire.
The moans suddenly turned into painful and shrill screams as the power of the fire increased. Hai Long felt unbearable in his heart. This kind of pain of burning spiritual consciousness was indeed unbearable by anyone. But in order to bring these spiritual consciousnesses together again,
But he had to do this. The surrounding chaotic energy completely enveloped the purple energy, compressing it inward, while using the power of fire to melt the gap between the broken consciousnesses.
The shrill screams gradually became weaker, and the energy of chaos continued to seep into it, mediating the divine consciousness in it. The purple balls gradually gathered together and stayed on Hai Long's palm. Everything around him calmed down, and Hai Long dispersed the power of fire.
, using the energy of chaos to nourish the newly fused consciousness, and using the power of thought to constantly soothe the unstable aura of the consciousness.
Sun Wukong clenched his fists nervously, his body trembling slightly. Everything in the oil lamp was in his eyes. He knew that Hai Long was about to succeed. Countless years of expectations were finally coming true. He couldn't help but think of Zixia.
What he said when he passed away: "There was once a true love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. If God can give me another chance, I will tell her, I love you. If I really want to add something to this feeling,
The last time, I hope it was ten thousand years." Zixia, my promise will never change. As long as you can recover, I, Sun Wukong, will no longer hesitate to give up the title of fighting and defeating the Buddha. I have some commitment to that year.
I regret it, I don’t hope it will be ten thousand years, I hope it will be tens of millions of years, until the day this world is destroyed. Zixia! Give me this chance. Let me make up for everything. I was so stupid, until you
Only when I left did I understand the feelings in my heart, Zixia, Zixia, come back soon...
Hai Long devoted his mind completely to controlling the energy of chaos to nourish his consciousness. Suddenly, he felt a slight fluctuation in the condensed consciousness. He did not dare to neglect it. He knew that what he was about to do was to awaken his consciousness.
The last step. Carefully probed for a trace of your thoughts, called softly, and continued to convey goodwill to the other party.
"You, who are you? What's wrong with me? Why is everything around me so strange?" A weak female voice sounded, making Hai Long very happy. He knew that he had at least more than half of the success. "Hello, do you still remember?
Who are you? Do you remember everything that happened before?" He asked tentatively.
The purple consciousness began to fluctuate like ripples, and after a while, a painful groan suddenly came, "I'm so sad, I'm so sad, my body seems to be splitting, I don't know, I don't know anything?"
Hai Long was startled. He didn't want to fail, so he quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, take a rest first. When your consciousness is fully restored, you will naturally think of everything. Relax, relax your mind. You
The reason why you feel strange is because your spiritual consciousness is completely wrapped by my chaotic energy. After your spiritual consciousness is repaired under the nourishment of chaotic energy, everything will be fine. All you have to do now is relax.
, believe me, everything I do is to help you."
Under the transmission of Hai Long's thoughts, the purple consciousness really relaxed a lot and regained its calmness. Hai Long did not dare to waste any time and used all his strength to activate the energy of chaos to begin the final repair.
The purple divine consciousness is constantly changing under the full nourishment of the chaotic energy that dominates the world. It begins to compress again from the previous gaseous state. The volume is getting smaller and smaller, but the color is getting darker and darker. The divine consciousness is fused with the pure power of fire.
Below, they have completely condensed together, and there is no longer any rejection of the nourishment of the chaotic energy.
When Hai Long saw the purple consciousness gradually emitting golden light, he realized that he was about to succeed. At this moment, Sun Wukong's voice came into his ears, "Hai Long, did you see the wick in the oil lamp? That is Zixia
When the consciousness is completely restored, you must send it into the wick."
Hai Long thought in his heart, the master is really powerful. He can still transmit the voice accurately even under the restraint of Tathagata Buddha. The soul slowly gathered the purple consciousness with its golden light in front of him. Hai Long's soul suddenly shrank.
When the consciousness was the same size, the light red chaotic energy condensed into halos, like the sea embracing all rivers, and suddenly launched a final impact on the purple consciousness.
The purple consciousness seemed a little excited while trembling, and seemed to feel that everything in it was recovering quickly. The purple consciousness was finally completely enveloped by a layer of golden light, with the purple body looming in it, and Hai Long's soul suddenly became larger.
, wrapped his hands around the purple consciousness, wrapped it in the energy of chaos, and suddenly threw it into the wick of the oil lamp.
When the oil lamp injected spiritual consciousness into the wick, it immediately emitted a dazzling light. At this time, it no longer looked like an oil lamp, but a shining star. Amidst the twinkling starlight, a little red light floated from it.
He came out and penetrated into Hai Long's body like lightning. The oil lamp continued to emit strong light, and Hai Long's crystal-like body gradually began to rhythm with mana. The outermost layer of crystal-like skin changed and turned into
Wearing a dark red robe, his still long hair gradually relaxed and fell softly on his shoulders. The expression on his face gradually changed, and the originally rosy face turned pale.
In the understanding of the fairy world and the Buddhist world, once the spiritual consciousness is broken, it means complete death, which means that it will never be ascended. However, today, Hai Long successfully broke this understanding. He relied on the fire-attributed chaotic energy to regain the consciousness.
Fairy Zixia's consciousness merged and gave her a new life. In fact, all this is very lucky. Although the energy of chaos comes from this creative power, what Hai Long has now is not the purest attributeless energy.
The energy of chaos is of the fire attribute. The luck of its success lies in the fact that Fairy Zixia was cultivated from the wick of Tathagata Buddha, and it also belongs to the fire attribute. It is precisely because of this that it achieved its final success.
Sun Wukong lifted the restriction and helped the pale Hai Long. The golden hair on his body was trembling slightly, and the excitement in his heart had reached its peak. The blazing golden eyes were filled with tears of excitement, without any trace of emotion.
The retained mana is continuously input into Hai Long's body, and after transformation, it replenishes the chaotic energy used by Hai Long.
After taking a long breath, Hai Long slowly opened his eyes. There was a smile of relief in his eyes, and he looked at Sun Wukong and said: "Master, you are lucky to be spared. It should be a success."
"Thank you, thank you, Hai Long. The master's only regret after so many years has finally been made up for. Zixia can come back to me again. For me, everything is no longer important. Hai Long, I..." Sun Wukong choked.
He was speechless. The Monkey King, who was once again the all-powerful man who once caused great trouble in the Immortal Palace, was as fragile as a virgin who had just fallen in love.