Chapter 870 The Nascent Soul is separated from the body and the consciousness is at war

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After a moment of shock, everyone in the Huanxing Sect was the first to come to their senses, gathered together, whispered to each other, and talked quickly.

At this moment, seeing Sun Wenyuan being injured and life quickly passing away, everyone's heavy hearts were obviously relieved.

And along with all kinds of speculations, at the end, I couldn't help but gasp.

Listening to the rustling voices of the people in the Huanxing Sect, everyone in the Zhao Dynasty looked gloomy, and each one looked uglier than the last.

For the Zhao Dynasty, it was not a good thing for Sun Wenyuan to be injured! .??.

"Wen Yuan!!!"

Sun Wenzhu clenched his fists and stared nervously at Sun Wenyuan in the air. At the same time as he spoke, he couldn't wait to step forward to check on his brother's condition at this moment.

But before he could rush forward, he was hit by the remaining sword intent in the air. With a whimper, he retreated and flew back.

The aura around him kept fluctuating, and there were already dozens of fine flying sword scars all over his body.

The leader, Zhao Mingyuan, looked extremely ugly.

At this point, he was absolutely sure that Shen Miaoyin, who had not appeared for a long time, would definitely not appear again.

But... now that things have happened, the Zhao Dynasty has lost its opportunity.

Seeing that Sun Wenyuan's body was losing less and less vitality, Zhao Mingyuan was secretly worried. He knew in his heart that Sun Wenyuan must not be allowed to die. In Muyun Prefecture, there are only a handful of Nascent Soul stage giants.

If Sun Wenyuan falls, it means that the top strength of the Zhao Dynasty will be damaged.

Just when Zhao Mingyuan was worried and thinking about how to deal with it, suddenly, his eyes fell on Sun Wenyuan, and two bright lights flashed in his eyes.

"Wenzhu, don't panic! Your brother hasn't died yet, and there is still a chance of improvement in this matter!"

Sun Wenzhu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Zhao Mingyuan in surprise. Before he could speak, he seemed to sense something, and his eyes immediately fell on Sun Wenyuan again.

At the moment when the vitality in Sun Wenyuan's body was completely cut off,

In the dantian, with a crisp sound of 'click', the soul-locking chain binding Nascent Soul was completely broken.

The moment the soul-locking chain disappeared, a flash of aqua-blue light appeared between Sun Wenyuan's brows.

The next second, a miniature man who was more than three inches tall and looked almost exactly like Sun Wenyuan, or equivalent to a young Sun Wenzhu, flew out from between Sun Wenyuan's eyebrows.

As soon as the villain appeared, he exuded an amazing aura.

This little man is no one else... he is the Nascent Soul in Sun Wenyuan's Dantian.

Sun Wenyuan suffered a severe blow to his heart, and Yuanying was not feeling well either. Although his aura was good, his complexion faded and he looked weak.

The moment he came out, Yuanying frowned, opened his mouth and spurted out streams of extremely pure aqua blue spiritual energy.

A steady stream of spiritual energy landed on Sun Wenyuan's body and heart. The bleeding wound, with the blessing of this spiritual source, began to heal and scab at a speed visible to the naked eye while breathing.

only!

The heart is the foundation of life!

His heart was injured, and although the wound healed, there was no heartbeat in his heart. Sun Wenzhu's physical injuries have not been completely repaired or healed.

On the other hand, Yuanying sprayed out a large amount of spiritual energy in one breath, and his face became paler.

Looking at his body with great distress, he turned to look at Su Twelve, his eyes filled with extreme resentment and overwhelming hatred.

The small eyes like rice grains suddenly bloomed with murderous intent.

If it weren't for Su Twelve, who was a giant in the Nascent Soul stage, how could he have fallen into such a situation!

"What a good boy! How dare you use evil soldiers to trap my Nascent Soul and destroy my physical body! Today...if I can't cut your body into thousands of pieces, refine your soul and burn your body, I will be in vain as a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Yuanying is not only small in appearance, but also looks like a naughty boy. As soon as he opened his mouth, the sound he made sounded even more milky, but his anger could not be concealed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wenyuan Yuanying quickly performed his kung fu and formed seals with his hands.

After blinking, Yuanying stared at Su Twelve, suddenly puffed up his cheeks, and after gathering enough momentum, he opened his mouth and sprayed another mouthful of light blue spiritual source.

The spiritual energy turned into an extremely light blue long sword, and the sword body was filled with rich spiritual energy.

Wherever it went, sword intent remained in the air, unable to cause any damage or obstruction to the flying sword.

This light blue sword light seemed to be transformed by divine consciousness. ??

And the target is directly at the sea of ​​consciousness between Su Twelve's eyebrows.

"Su Twelve, be careful! This is Nascent Soul's consciousness attack!"

Upon seeing this, Master Tianhong ignored the shock in his heart and hurriedly raised his voice to remind Su Twelve loudly.

Even if Sun Wenyuan's Nascent Soul is damaged, the spiritual attack cannot be underestimated by any monk.

Especially, this is the spiritual attack of the giant Yuanying in the Yuanying stage!

Master Tianhong was so anxious that he stepped forward to help, but he had no means of attacking with his spiritual consciousness, and his own spiritual consciousness was pitiful compared to the other party's.

Try your best to gather it together, but it won't make much difference at all.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Master Tianhong froze on the spot.

Su Twelve's figure did not move at all, and the consciousness scattered between heaven and earth instantly returned to the sea of ​​consciousness.

Knowing that this move was dangerous, Su Twelve did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

The next second, his spiritual consciousness surged, and he decisively activated the spiritual attack method he had mastered, the divine light stab.

In the center of his eyebrows, a light yellow light slowly appeared.

In the blink of an eye, a full 70% of his spiritual consciousness condensed into a solid light yellow sword light.

\u003e The three-transformation technique for one person not only improves Su Twelve's cultivation skills, but also his spiritual consciousness.

Moreover, after thirty years of hard training, Su Twelve not only absorbed the power of refining and inheritance, but also refined all the spiritual nourishing pills in his body through exercises.

In addition, when leaving the evil path, he accidentally swallowed a large number of souls.

Now the divine consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness is definitely far more than three or five times as simple as that of monks of the same level.

The same divine consciousness energy fluctuations, emitting a mysterious and fierce aura of sword light, compared to the divine consciousness flying sword activated by Sun Wenyuan, are obviously several times smaller in size, but appear to be particularly solid, and in terms of momentum... they are almost the same. up and down.

In an instant, the light yellow divine sword light and the light blue sword light met in the air.

There was nothing too shocking.

The two sword lights turned into countless light yellow and light blue light spots and dissipated.

As if Su Twelve had been severely injured, red blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and his body retreated continuously.

Pain... extreme pain, like countless fine steel needles pricking every pore and every part of my mind.

The almost unbearable pain swept through his entire mind in an instant.

Su Twelve clenched his fists tightly, and his face became ferocious and wrinkled due to pain. Veins bulged all over his body, and his figure kept retreating.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. Instead, his eyes became more determined and resolute!

Along the way to this point in his cultivation, he has endured too much pain and torture. In comparison, this is... nothing.

He retreated more than ten feet in one breath before he stabilized his body.

The moment he stabilized his body, Su Twelve's pale yellow light reappeared between his brows, and under his urging, the remaining 30% of his consciousness turned into a flying sword of consciousness.

The violent trembling body and the continuous falling beads of sweat were enough to show that forcing this move was extremely draining on Su Twelve.