Chapter 1163: Seizing the Body (Part 2) (Please subscribe, please bookmark)
The remnant soul of the monk in the transformation stage took the risk to break into the sea of consciousness in Sun Mingsheng's mind at the critical moment. This is also the core place where a monk controls the physical body.
No matter how many methods and changes you have here, you cannot bring out all the changes. The only thing that can be effectively compared is the strength and solidification of the consciousness and the most primitive fighting between each other.
Facing the remnant soul of the monk in the god-transformation stage who was crazy and fully confident of winning in the subsequent battle for spiritual consciousness, Sun Mingsheng gradually regained his stability from the panic.
As the master of the physical body, Sun Mingsheng naturally occupies a natural advantage. Before the other party devours all his spiritual consciousness, he still has an absolute advantage in controlling the sea of consciousness.
Although Remnant Soul's strength during his lifetime was at the stage of becoming a god, under normal circumstances, Sun Mingsheng's strength would never be matched.
But the person who appeared in Sun Mingsheng's sea of consciousness and tried to seize the body to achieve the goal of occupying the dove's nest was just a remnant soul. He might have some means to suppress the situation, but he was not without the power to fight.
On the contrary, if Sun Mingsheng falls into panic due to temporary fear and danger, he will truly discard his own advantages bit by bit and transfer Nuo Da's advantage bit by bit to the position of the opponent's remnant soul. This may itself be a remnant. The purpose of the soul.
Regarding body seizing, there are not many related records in the world of cultivation and the star world, but as a qualified mid-stage Nascent Soul monk, the common sense that should exist is still clear.
"As expected of a former monk in the stage of becoming a god, he worked step by step, taking advantage of a little bit of greed and luck in his heart, but he was led into a trap step by step."
"But you are just a remnant soul. I wonder how much strength you can exert as a monk in the transformation stage? If you want to expel me through some shameful means, I'm afraid it won't be possible."
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. Now that you have entered the sea of consciousness, as the master, how can you not express your welcome?"
Sun Mingsheng's consciousness in the sea of consciousness is only half the size of a fist. In terms of pure volume, it cannot be compared with the residual soul, but it is better than the solid body of the soul.
Although the several fake spiritual treasures that are cultivated in the dantian that are usually handy cannot appear here, the three-flavored true fire as the inherited treasure can also be used.
The body formed by Sun Mingsheng's small spiritual consciousness opened his mouth and a slender rope-like hot flame turned gently in the air, and based on this red silk thread, it was divided into ten, from In different directions, he headed straight for the remnant soul with a treasure like a writing brush at his feet.
Sun Mingsheng was not at all surprised by the treasure that could appear in the sea of consciousness. Remnant Soul's plan for seizing the body was quite detailed. It was natural that he should accumulate a treasure over a long period of time.
"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die. I only have a remnant soul left, which is far from comparable to that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk like you. Since I am unwilling to surrender, I will definitely eat you up when I capture you. Food"
"Soul-soul brush, town"
Regarding Sun Mingsheng's active attack, Canhun showed disdain on his face, and at the same time, he felt an unknown anger rising in his heart.
In his opinion, this body is already in the bag. After successfully seizing the body, the remaining soul also needs to devour its spiritual consciousness to replenish its vitality.
At this time, the longer the battle lasts and the more intense it becomes, the consumption of the remaining souls and the power of Sun Mingsheng's own consciousness will also be in a rapidly increasing state.
Can Hun's miser-like character cannot be forgiven easily, just like Sun Mingsheng stole the treasure that originally belonged to Can Hun.
This brush was gently waved in the air, and a huge Zhen character appeared directly in the sea of consciousness. The Sanwei Zhenhuo, which was originally surrounded by menacing momentum from all directions, suddenly stagnated in the air and could not move.
As the master of the sea of consciousness, Sun Mingsheng's consciousness was still clear in his mind, but his small body lost any resistance or even the slightest power of movement due to inexplicable circumstances.
"What do you think? This is the power of a monk at the stage of becoming a god. How can this treasure, which is specifically designed to suppress the space of the sea of consciousness, be resisted by bumpkins like you?"
Seeing that everything was under control again, Can Hun finally showed a proud smile and look on his face. At the same time, his speed was also very fast. He directly framed the distance between the two sides and appeared in Sun Mingsheng's mind with his spiritual consciousness close at hand. In front of you, up and down, carefully conduct an all-round observation, as if you are looking at a rare treasure.
In fact, for the remnant soul in front of him, Sun Mingsheng is related to the success of his body seizure and the success of re-embarking on the path of spiritual practice in the future. It is naturally not the slightest exaggeration to call it a rare treasure.
The remnant soul that was originally being examined suddenly came up from another direction without any warning, biting directly on its body, tearing off a piece of the soul alive and swallowing it into its belly.
"It hurts me, it hurts me."
The incompleteness of his spiritual consciousness brought Sun Mingsheng an irresistible pain that penetrated deep into his bones. The little man in the sea of consciousness, who had lost the power to move and resist under the influence of the calligraphy drawn with a brush, finally took advantage of this. A force completely broke him free.
As the strength that should have returned to the body of the consciousness sea villain, Sun Mingsheng endured the severe pain caused by the loss of spiritual consciousness without feeling the slightest fear, but instead of retreating, he advanced, seemingly getting better and better. Added madness.
Sun Mingsheng's small consciousness rushed forward, and he opened his mouth without any hesitation and bit the face of the remnant soul. Under the impact of absolute power, he bit off a fist-sized piece of it alive and swallowed it into his stomach.
"You actually know how to counterattack in the sea of consciousness. This cultivation is really solid. Step by step, everything will belong to me."
After being bitten, the remnant soul did not show any expression of pain, and even had a certain enjoyment of this pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
It seems that in the long time of tempering, any extra feeling is not pain but a rare enjoyment in memory.
After swallowing a piece of consciousness from the remnant soul, Sun Mingsheng's small sea of consciousness body received a small supplement.
The small amount of consciousness that was originally lost due to being eaten was quickly replenished. At the same time, some of the original consumption in the consciousness was effectively expanded, and the consciousness man became quite flexible.
"Prison"
The remnant soul held a brush in his hand, and the second one took shape quickly, and was quite steady, accurate and ruthless, and rushed straight to Sun Mingsheng's consciousness, trying to trap him directly in it.
"How can we achieve our goal by using the same old trick again?"
Sun Mingsheng's consciousness also had a new understanding of this, and faced the cage and directly submerged into the white mist at the edge of the sea of consciousness.