Just when Zhao Lei's body was undergoing earth-shaking changes, many elders outside were waiting anxiously.
As far as Bai Shu is concerned, his level of anxiety is no less than that of Feng Qian and Xiao Yi.
The other elders were a little less important. Although they were talking a lot below, they did not dare to offend Xiao Yi, so no one came out to ask or said other weird things.
They were afraid that this would cause misunderstandings between Xiao Yi and Feng Qian, but Bai Shu didn't need to pay too much attention to these things.
"We have been waiting for so long, but there is still no movement inside. Is something going to happen to Mu Xin? Why don't we go in and have a look."
"How dare you? If you disturb Mu Xin, I will skin you."
Bai Shu looked at the furious Xiao Yi and glanced out of the corner of his eyes. Feng Qian and Liang Ji, who were standing next to him, noticed that they also had displeasure on their faces.
He thought that the leader and the others would definitely not agree with his idea, so he gave up the thought, but in the face of Xiao Yi's harsh words, he would not suffer such a dull loss.
"It's not certain who will take off whose skin!"
"We'll see!"
Xiao Yi was still thinking about Zhao Lei in the sword tomb, thinking that it would not be a good idea to take action now. Then he said a harsh word and stopped arguing with Bai Shu.
Zhao Lei did not expect the scene outside, because he had turned into a pot of porridge, and at this time, his Dantian was also turned into a pot of porridge.
However, the pain in Zhao Lei's lower abdomen gradually weakened, but the previous situation did not get better because of the pain relief, but instead became more critical.
Half of the sword body of the Devouring Immortal has already left the Dantian. If it were not supported by the magic power from outside, the Devouring Immortal might have been driven out long ago.
But such a stalemate is destined to be in vain, because Zhao Lei's magic power is completely insufficient to support the Devouring Immortal and continue to fight against the sword aura.
Finally, with Zhao Lei's last effort, the Devouring Immortal was driven out of Dantian.
However, the Devouring Immortal did not leave Zhao Lei's body and was still transformed into his flesh and blood.
Because once the Devouring Immortal appears outside, its original body that can still be maintained will probably suffer heavy damage immediately.
However, the aura of swordsmanship obviously did not allow other beings to exist in Zhao Lei's flesh and blood, so he also followed him. From the looks of it, he clearly wanted to kill them all.
The Devouring Immortal was chased and intercepted by the aura of the sword, and had no choice but to be driven into Zhao Lei's right hand.
The kendo aura followed closely behind, just as the Immortal Devouring Movement reached Zhao Lei's index finger.
The other thumbs and the entire palm were occupied by the kendo aura, and the Devouring Immortal was already in danger.
At this most critical moment, Zhao Lei suddenly raised his right hand and placed his index finger between his eyebrows. The Devouring Immortal was connected with him, and it naturally understood what Zhao Lei meant.
Devouring Immortal didn't waste any time, and saw it entering Zhao Lei's eyebrows between the lightning and flint.
Although Zhao Lei's dantian was damaged, his physique was greatly improved as a blessing in disguise. The kendo aura crisscrossed his body, which only caused bloodstains, but did not damage his roots. He recovered in an instant as before.
The Devouring Immortal also entered the center of Zhao Lei's eyebrows. Seeing this, the kendo aura also wanted to follow, but Zhao Lei would not do as he wished. The mana in his acupuncture points surged out in one fell swoop and directly gave his right hand to him. Wrapping it up, he tried his best to trap the kendo aura in his right arm.
But this barrier was only momentary. How could Zhao Lei's magic power be the opponent of this kendo aura? It was like the red-hot iron inserted straight into the solidified lard.
The power of the sword's breath was overwhelming, and Zhao Lei's magic power was completely defeated.
At this critical moment, the mysterious Dao pattern appeared on Zhao Lei's right hand.
Dao marks appeared on Zhao Lei's body one by one, just like the tadpoles, and then all rushed towards his right hand.
After these Dao lines reached Zhao Lei's right arm, they were connected to each other, emitting a blood-colored light, just like a pair of strong blood armor.
Under the interconnection of these qi machines, the magic power that had been retreating gradually became stable.
They resisted the kendo aura, and Zhao Lei's right arm made a sharp sound of steel collision.
The sound of swords filled the air, and the armor was covered with various sword marks, but the situation was stabilized.
This sword mark belongs to the founder of Lingyu Sect, and it took him more than ten years to seal it.
How could Zhao Lei simply seal it on his right arm?
Since the sword mark has been imprinted in Zhao Lei's mind, he will naturally not be killed simply because of his disobedience and choose a new one.
Such repetition is not the nature of Jianhen.
At this time, Zhao Lei had tried his best. He didn't want the Devouring Immortal to be expelled from his body, nor did he want to lose the sword mark.
Jian Hen obviously didn't want to hurt Zhao Lei, so it was a stalemate for a while.
The sword marks were waiting for Zhao Lei's mysterious Dao pattern to be exhausted, while Zhao Lei was struggling to hold on.
The Devouring Immortal, which had already entered Zhao Lei's eyebrows, came back to kill him at this time. It was impossible for it to look at Zhao Lei and support him here. Moreover, it was still grudges about being hunted before and wanted to take revenge. return.
Although Jianhen didn't want to hurt Zhao Lei, he didn't have a good look towards the Devouring Immortal. Before, he faced Zhao Lei's mysterious Dao patterns and some weak sword aura, but now he was overwhelming against the Devouring Immortal.
The situation will go back to what it was before, like a reincarnation.
Zhao Lei quickly separated the Devouring Immortal and Jianhen, using himself as the dividing line to separate the two. The situation eased for a moment, but Zhao Lei didn't know what to do next.
Fortunately, things finally turned around. The sword spirit in Zhao Lei's mind slowly began to tremble, and then became more and more violent. Finally, a faint consciousness was transmitted into Zhao Lei's mind.
The Devouring Immortal, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally took the initiative to contact Zhao Lei again.
"Master, you transfer my consciousness to Jianhen, and I will communicate with him. If the stalemate continues like this, it will also be a harm to you, Master."
After hearing Dao Ling's words, Zhao Lei hesitated for a moment, but finally passed his consciousness through himself to the mark of the sword mark.
Because continuing like this is not a solution. Now it is better to follow Dao Ling's method and see if they can find any solution.
At first, Jian Hen was very repulsive to the consciousness of Devouring Immortals, but because it was trapped inside by Zhao Lei's soul.
Therefore, the sword mark did not forcefully exclude the consciousness of the Devouring Immortal. In the end, due to Zhao Lei's forceful actions, the consciousness of the Devouring Immortal fell on the mark of the sword mark.
