Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 451 Advance by leaps and bounds

The remnant soul roared and rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, thinking that it would be easy to deal with an early Daoist monk.

After entering the sea of ​​consciousness, he was taken aback.

But seeing that this place is eerie, dark and deep, there are countless little ghosts with weird appearances grinning and rushing towards them holding tongs.

Wailing, roaring, screaming...

All kinds of sounds are like cutting with ten thousand blades, scraping to the whole body, making people upset.

Tongue out hell!

"little tricks!"

The remnant soul's thoughts turned, his spiritual thoughts vibrated with disdain, and he took a big bite towards the little ghost.

In the sea of ​​soul and consciousness, the spiritual sense is the most important.

As a Golden Core Grandmaster, even if his soul is scattered and his strength is weakened, he is far from comparable to a Daoist monk.

That's it.

The remnant soul swayed, and a thousand-legged centipede about a thousand feet long emerged, with its mouth wide open like a black hole.

"hiss……"

With a big mouthful of inhalation, the little ghosts who rushed forward screamed, were rolled up by the huge force, and fell into the belly of the centipede.

inside the belly.

The Yin fire burned, and the ghosts howled miserably, and the body of the centipede became bigger and bigger.

"Spiritual thoughts are the foundation of the sea of ​​consciousness. These little ghosts are your thoughts. When I finish swallowing them, what will you do?"

Spiritual thoughts swept away, the thousand-legged centipede pounced forward again, plowed the ground with thousands of feet, and rumbled straight to a hall in the distance.

Niedian!

In the middle of the hall, a statue of a god stood with a long knife in his hand, glaring at the thousand-legged centipede:

"Monster, dare to trespass into the underworld, it is an unforgivable crime!"

"Hell?"

Centipede sneered:

"A mere Daoist cultivator is also worthy of evolving the underworld? How ridiculous!"

Before the sound fell, its huge body had already crushed the hall, dragging the statue to the next floor.

There are thousands of scissors oncoming.

The scissors are like a forest, and the cold light is clanging, spreading all over the ground, 'clicking' towards the centipede.

"Ah……"

"Small tricks!"

The thousand-legged centipede sounded disdainful, opened its mouth wide, and the throat was bulging, and a ball of fire rushed out.

In just an instant, the scissors all over the floor were melted away.

"Boom..."

The centipede swooped wildly, or waved its thousand feet, or breathed out flames and poisonous fire, and ran amok all the way.

Copper Pillar Hell!

Iron plow hell!

Sword Mountain Hell!

Sea of ​​fire and hell!

...

Layer upon layer of hell was ravaged by this thousand-legged centipede, and the ten temples of Yama also collapsed one after another.

I do not know how long it has been.

"boom!"

A thousand-legged centipede with an unknown length smashed through the void and landed in a vast place.

Here, there is nothingness.

Infernal hell!

Here, there is no end to fruition, no end to suffering, no end to time, no end to life, and no end to body form.

There is only endless suffering, without beginning or end.

And in this nothingness, a phantom Buddha with seven heads and fourteen arms sits cross-legged in the center.

"Junior." The thousand-legged centipede circled and roared:

"I have to say, your cultivation base is not high, but the things evolved by the sea of ​​​​soul and consciousness are decent."

"pity……"

It bobs:

"In the face of absolute strength, even if you have some means, they are nothing?"

"Yeah?"

The Buddha opened his eyes, emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, fear, and fear flashed across his mind one by one.

The expression of the centipede also changed accordingly.

seem……

What's wrong!

It tensed its body subconsciously, wondering how its mood would be affected by the other party.

"Phantom Book." Mo Qiuyouyou opened his mouth and explained:

"Why, Fellow Daoist didn't practice this method?"

The thousand-legged centipede froze.

The Huanchen Treasure is a method that the worm demon Dugu Wuming tried every means to restrain his animal nature.

How could it not know?

but……

"impossible!"

The thousand-legged centipede stuck out its long tongue and made a 'hissing' sound:

"With your cultivation base, it is impossible to cultivate the Book of Huanchen, not even me..."

The Book of Huanchen has the magic of thousands of illusions and a dream of a thousand years, and it requires extremely high comprehension.

Not to mention the thousand-legged centipede, even the worm itself has not been able to truly cultivate it, and it is just a reference.

after all.

They don't even know their minds clearly, so how can they distinguish the unreal, the real and the fake in the exercises?

"You can't, it doesn't mean others can't."

Mo Qiu bowed his head, his figure suddenly became extremely large, as big as the sky above his head and his feet on the earth.

The originally terrifying centipede turned into a small insect.

"You think you have devoured my divine thoughts, but you don't know that you are in an illusion, everything is nothingness, and even your soul is covered by some kind of subconscious seeds."

"Now, I know all of your means, and your divine sense has weakened, how can you fight me!"

"Boom!"

The void trembled slightly, and eighteen chains emerged from the void, suddenly entangled the centipede's body.

"Although Mo's cultivation base is not high, his soul is not weak."

"Your Excellency, you should never, never should, you should not want to take my body with mere remnant soul."

The sound falls.

The giant fell with one finger.

The vortex at the fingertips is surging, and there are infinite phantoms inside. It is impressive to condense the God Prison between one finger, as if bringing the power of heaven and earth to suppress it brazenly.

God Prison has the ability to suppress all evil thoughts.

In the void, six magical weapons emerged, orbs, great seals, wishful thinking, flying swords, long whips...

Liu Ren Shenbing.

This method is designed to overcome the soul.

"Peng!"

The finger falls, the magic weapon is added to the body, and the sea of ​​consciousness immediately shakes.

The thousand-legged centipede's body struggled for a while, then suddenly disintegrated, and the mournful roar spread in all directions.

"ah!"

"You think you've won?"

The thousand-legged centipede roared up to the sky, struggled frantically, and counterattacked, but its method was already seen through by Mo Qiu when it broke through the 18th floor of hell.

It is easy to deal with it immediately.

With a backhand, it was completely suppressed.

"I'm waiting for you below!"

"The real bottom!"

The roar of spiritual thoughts stopped abruptly, and a strange fluctuation swept across the entire sea of ​​consciousness in an instant.

This thousand-legged centipede is still so decisive, knowing that he is invincible, he directly chooses to blew himself up, dragging his opponent down when he is dying, let alone leaving any benefits to others.

"Um!"

Mo Qiu let out a muffled snort, even though he was prepared, his soul could not help showing fatigue.

But as the millipede said, the danger did not end there, but just began.

He didn't dare to be careless, the thought rushed back to the physical body, and a tingling sensation immediately surged to the sea of ​​consciousness.

The terrifying essence poured into his body in an instant, making his flesh, meridians, muscles and bones a little unbearable, and began to crack one after another.

On the skin, there were many fissures at unknown times, and traces of blood kept oozing out, and all the bones of the body were creaking.

The clothes are dyed red in the blink of an eye.

There are two steps for centipede to occupy the body.

The first step is to occupy the sea of ​​soul and consciousness, devouring other people's spiritual thoughts, and the second step is to use the essence of Danzhu to twist the other person's body and reproduce the magic of the Mysterious Art of Myriad Spirits.

If it occupies the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the essence of Danzhu and its divine sense are originally one, and it can be easily manipulated to slowly erode the body and change the original practice method.

If not...

Or if the remnant soul is killed by someone, the Jingyuan will completely explode out of control, and then it will be able to pull the opponent back.

These methods are not subtle, but they are undoubtedly extremely ruthless.

It is also in line with its self-destructive temperament.

"call……"

Mo Qiu took a deep breath, the mana in his body was running wildly, refining the essence of Danzhu at an astonishing speed.

Cultivation is also increasing rapidly.

but.

There is still a long way to go to suppress the eruption of essence!

The Eight Scenes of the Coffin Kung Fu is a steady and steady kung fu method, and the speed of refining essence is extremely limited.

Which method can consume the essence of Danzhu faster and save one's physical body from catastrophe?

Moqiu's thoughts turned wildly.

next moment.

"Zheng!"

The sword embryo, the sky thunder and the sword clang suddenly resounded, the sword light was brilliant, and it suddenly circled around and slashed seventeen times.

bloodletting!

He actually bleeds himself, but under the nourishment of the huge essence in his body, the wound he just cut heals and scabs instantly.

Then cracked again.

But with such a slow breathing space, Mo Qiuye loosened his body, repeated control of his physical body, and the spells in his hands changed rapidly, and his body suddenly showed aura.

Armored Body Tempering Dafa!

Countless armor runes permeated the whole body, like living creatures, frantically swallowing the leaked essence and strengthening themselves.

"call……"

The Nine Fire God Dragon Mask came out around the body, and the nine fire dragons raised their heads to the sky and roared, and they also began to refine their essence.

The true art of controlling the sword of the soul turned in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Yan Luofan was also sacrificed, and the mana surged inward.

His eyes lit up even more, and there was real fire in Lingguan's Dharma eyes, and the essence was quickly poured into the eyeballs.

"Peng!"

Moqiu's body trembled, and his physical body suddenly swelled, two meters, one foot, one foot two, two feet...

In order to consume the essence in his body, he even used the body explosive martial arts in the mortal realm.

He has a strong mind and soul, and he has Tongxinzhu, which can distract him from his care.

Even if you practice more than a dozen kinds of methods at the same time, you can still achieve no chaos and coordinate with each other.

A single exercise alone can hardly offset the consumption of essence.

But more than a dozen kinds are different.

time.

Slowly pass.

I do not know how long it has been.

The violent aura on Mo Qiu's body gradually dissipated, and all kinds of auras dimmed one by one.

Yan Luofan and Feijian retracted into the body.

The huge body gradually turned into a normal size.

On the contrary, the armored soldiers around the body quenched their bodies, which became more and more beautiful, and the skin and flesh after falling off the blood scabs were even more crystal clear like jade.

breath...

Also more powerful.

…………

Opening his eyes, Mo Qiu moved his body slightly, silently feeling the mana in his body.

Immediately, he sighed softly.

"pity."

Daoji mid-term, approaching mid-term consummation.

In just over a month's time, his cultivation base has reached perfection from the early stage of dao foundation to the middle stage.

It can be said that the progress is amazing.

But the essence contained in the Danzhu is the legacy of the golden elixir, pure and vast, so it's really nothing to have this level of progress.

Jingyuan, nearly half of it wasted!

If you can refine all of them, you will be able to advance to the late stage of the Dao Foundation in one fell swoop, saving you an unknown number of years of hard work.

"but……"

"Be content."

With a smile on his face, his body swayed, and a flash of lightning emerged, and he rushed out of the cave.

In order to consume his essence, he mutilated himself several times, and even blew himself up into the Nine Fire Dragon.

The green hills are like emerald green.

The sea of ​​clouds rises and falls.

A ray of sword light emerged from the ground, pierced through the white clouds, and stopped amidst the fierce wind of thousands of feet.

The sword light dissipated, revealing Mo Qiu's figure.

His cassock was in tatters, and it was hard to hide his perfect body, which was carved out of gold and stone.

The temples have white hair and eyes with vicissitudes.

In the tired expression, there is even a sense of high spirits.

close your eyes.

Open it again.

The fierceness on his body has disappeared.

Just like a treasured sword returning to its sheath, its sharpness is restrained, and the sword intent of Tianlei is fully incorporated into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although his cultivation base has skyrocketed, Moqiu's divine sense is strong, and he can still control himself perfectly.

This is also due to the magic of the soul of the sword.

Once refined, the magic weapon will blend with its own breath, as pointed by the arm, it can be as sharp as possible without attracting attention.

"Boy."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from not far away:

"Have you heard that some time ago, a golden alchemy master fell here, and how many pills flew out?"

Don't ask to turn your head and look at the person coming.

The first thing that catches the perception is the undisguised cultivation base, a late Daoist monk.