Chapter two hundred and seventy-five capture the soul of the immortal
The immortal soul is at the core of the sea of consciousness, blooming with dazzling light, like an immortal treasure that has been brewing for thousands of years.
But the sea of consciousness is vast.
When Lin Xi really entered it, he realized that it felt completely different from when he entered the consciousness of ordinary monks or even Yuanshen monks.
The sea of consciousness of ordinary monks is composed of a few profound and mostly chaotic, hazy and messy memories.
The consciousness sea of Yuanshen monks will be more vast and broader, but the composition form is still the same.
However, the sea of consciousness of a true immortal is completely different.
Lin Xi shuttles through every frame and every scene in a torrent of profound, vivid and detailed memories, as if entering a long and fulfilling real-life story.
The maze of memories that spanned tens of thousands of years blocked Lin Xi's perspective.
The originally clear, bright, and dazzling fairy soul slowly disappeared and fell into the complicated memories, hiding within them.
"Please?"
"real?"
"You're kidding!" Lin Xi looked around and saw towering ancient trees and lofty mountains... It no longer looked like a sea of consciousness, but like the real world.
But when Lin Xi observed the surroundings with his magic eyes, he saw clearly that everything around him was made up of pieces of flowing memories that were connected, intersected, matched and combined by themselves.
However, the immortal soul disappeared.
Even Lin Xi's magic eyes can't see through these layers of memory blockades and find the location of the immortal soul.
"There is still this level! Even though I have successively broken the self-confidence, pride, and courage of living of the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas...but he still has the instinct to survive. And the immortal soul of the True Immortal, and the memory that emerges, are true
And specific.”
"Assuming that the memory of a mortal is like ethereal smoke, then the memory of a true immortal is like flowing water. It seems to be flowing endlessly and cannot be grasped, but the memory of a true immortal is 'real'." Lin Xi felt something in his heart.
But to find the true location of the immortal soul from these ten thousand years of memory is simply more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
The psychological trauma caused by Lin Xi to the True Immortal of Shan Hai is not irreversible.
As long as you give him a certain amount of time, he can slowly regain the lost self-confidence, lost courage, and everything lost.
In other words, Lin Xi must dig out the immortal soul in this huge thinking world composed of the vast sea of real memories in an extremely short period of time.
"Haha! It seems that the Lord of Kuangzhi City has tricked him."
"He confessed some things frankly, but hid such key..." Lin Xi smiled bitterly, but she also knew that it was definitely not the time to complain.
Looking around again, he still stood without moving.
When you want to find something, the more you rush and rummage without purpose, the more you can't find it, and the more you are in a hurry, the more time will wait for you.
Therefore, calm thinking, careful recall, and keen observation are the real ways to solve problems.
"The current True Immortal of Shanhai has lost his ability to make subjective judgments. All defensive behaviors originate from the instinct of life."
"So, when memories become the sea and memories are like the real world, his immortal soul will hide in his memory, where he feels the safest."
"Then which place is the safest for the True Immortal of the Mountains and Seas?" Lin Xi's magic eye shined.
The world composed of memories passed by his eyes quickly and clearly.
Lin Xi stepped out and entered an ordinary village.
Taking another step, Lin Xi entered an ordinary hut.
In the hut, the young Shanhai Immortal opened his eyes dimly.
He looked around in surprise.
When I opened the door, I saw a distant and unfamiliar figure, yet familiar in my memory, cooking in the kitchen.
The smell of rice mixed with the smell of burning firewood coming from the kitchen filled the air, and the eyes of the young Shanhai Zhenxian turned red in an instant.
My father's shouting seemed to be heard in the distance.
"Baby! Go and bring our cow back..."
"So that's it, use the warmth of memory to heal the scars in your heart?" Lin Xi didn't hesitate and rushed directly towards the young mountain and sea immortal.
puff!
The memories that were real but illusory after all were broken and scattered.
The immortal soul escaped...
Lin Xi didn't catch it.
Lin Xi was not discouraged, he had found the pattern and caught the traces.
Another step forward.
This time, it seems that we have entered a cave.
Although the difference is huge, there is still a hint of the mountains, seas, caves and sky.
However, this is a small cave where you can almost see the end at a glance.
On the top of the bare mountain, there are three or five ordinary wooden buildings.
And an old monk, who was no longer in the Nascent Soul stage, was sitting under the peach tree in front of the wooden building, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and scolding several young girls not far away.
The boys and girls are practicing external skills in a similar manner.
But they always wink at each other and play tricks.
This time, Lin Xi did not hesitate.
He pounced directly on the boy he was most familiar with.
In an instant, the old monk also moved.
He was only in the Nascent Soul stage, but he suddenly burst out with extremely strong momentum.
The power that seemed to reach the sky and the earth seemed to directly shake Lin Xi out of the sea of consciousness.
"Is the master of the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas so powerful?"
"No! This is the impression Shanhai Zhenxian has of his master in his memory. In this impression... his master should be invincible, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, protecting him from wind and rain."
Lin Xi turned away a large amount of negative emotions and dispersed them into the sea of consciousness.
So at the same moment that the old monk, who could not see the Nascent Soul stage, rushed toward him, a black-robed Taoist with a perverse expression, a gloomy expression, and two long beards appeared at the side, and then pointed at the old monk with a palm.
The monk called.
Although he was not as strong as the old monk showed, his palm seriously injured the old monk.
Everything is the evolution of memory on its own, Lin Xi just provided some guidance.
Perhaps, the master of Shanhai Zhenxian died in the hands of this shadowy monk.
Lin Xi turned himself into a bright, warm mist like sunshine.
Then it fell lightly on the body of the mountain and sea true immortal when he was a young boy studying art.
Buzz!
Finally, Lin Xi felt it.
I felt that fatal, immeasurable power.
He wanted to swallow this abundant, full and powerful soul like a snake swallowing an elephant.
Even if it is so difficult, it is because this group of souls has almost no resistance or resistance.
Lin Xi could conclude that if this group of souls made up their mind to really resist, then his demonic body would be shattered in an instant.
Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.
No matter how anxious and urgent Lin Xi is, he can't act recklessly.
He wants to infect, exaggerate, replace, and then completely devour.
At this time, the memory flowing like water is rushing like a river and roaring like the sea in the world of consciousness.
The True Immortal of the Mountains and Seas...the first time he was born, the poverty in his youth, the warm life, the ignorant practice in his youth, the running for his life in his youth...
All of this was presented in Lin Xi's thinking without any obstacles and with incomparable clarity.