Facing a real master, Zhang Wenfeng found that the Bagua Soul Talisman, Small Return to Heaven Talisman, Merit Canopy Protection, etc. on his body were of no use at all.
His soul left his body inexplicably and was trapped in a boundless black mist.
He knew in his heart that he had fallen into some kind of trick of the evil god and was in an extremely dangerous situation.
The mist was extremely cold, even worse than the underworld he had been to back then. It was always eroding the blurry shadow of his soul floating in the air, and there was also a ubiquitous cold light in it, which made his fragile soul even worse.
He couldn't use the dark energy ring on his left index finger to call Bai Wuchang, and he couldn't even find his body anywhere.
He can't use all his abilities... No, he can still recite sutras!
Zhang Wenfeng was ups and downs in the endless suffering. The cold was so cold that he almost lost his mind. With a little Taoist persistence, a faint light flashed in the trance. He tried his best to resist the tide of sleepiness and the thought of giving up. He subconsciously recited the Introductory Sutra to the Last World. He must have been unable to finish reciting the text "The Jue of Purifying Heart", which was too complicated. It only took a long time to finish reciting just a few sentences intermittently.
Over and over again, I don't know how many times, he slowly regained consciousness.
The cold wind howled and blew, wisps of strands like bone scrapers, wreaking havoc on his thin and blurry soul.
It was the first time that Zhang Wenfeng had such a clear perception of extreme coldness.
Bone-cutting cold, ice that penetrates the soul.
He vaguely heard the soft cracking sound of the frozen soul. Not sure if it was an hallucination, he resisted and huddled up and said silently:
"The pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, no waves, no waves. Youhuang sits alone, whistling and playing the piano... Freshness cures the root cause, straight path to seek life, the highest nature is perfect, the road is perfect!"
No matter how many times it passed, the blurry soul was still floating in the increasingly violent cold wind.
There is no annihilation, it persists as before, but becomes more condensed and compact.
Finally, the wind stopped, and a huge blurry figure suddenly appeared next to the tortured soul of Guanzhu Zhang. He looked down at the delicacies that anyone could eat at will. The rest was pure essence. Luo Moxie God said with satisfaction, "Hahaha." "laughing out loud.
When he was bored, he received a request for sacrifice on a whim, and used his divided soul to project the lower realm. He originally thought he could just eat something, but he never expected to meet a soul that surprised him. If you meet one, call him lucky.
He was convinced that he had always done many evil things, and that he had a small chance to be favored by heaven.
He was not willing to attack with all his strength and break the little Taoist priest's body.
Wanxu swallows and merges completely, accepts the gift of merit from the little Taoist priest, performs chivalrous acts in the lower realm and does many good deeds to cultivate and strengthen the merit. What he cultivates is the unity of demons and gods, which will be of great benefit to his deity in the upper realm in the future.
"It's so perfect, you have to taste it slowly and bite by bite."
Luo Moxie God was talking to himself, as if he was speaking to the little soul shadow that was suppressed and could not move. He opened his mouth and breathed gently on the soul shadow, and a soft and gentle light flew into his mouth.
He was stunned. It was not like this. Suddenly, the whole figure collapsed, black mist surged, and the roar was like thunder.
"Asshole, you are a dream demon, when did you come in?"
The evil god Luo Mo seemed to have swallowed a bunch of disgusting maggots and flies. He was so angry that he bit each other with the entangled colorful lights. He couldn't figure out how this abominable dream demon could hide from his sense of lurking. Come in?
Without a body and no idol to rely on, they each rely on their soul power to devour each other and fight, which is actually quite dangerous.
He didn't understand why the slightly weaker dream demon in front of him had gone crazy. He wanted to break in and fight with him desperately for life and death. He was an expert at playing with the soul, using all kinds of fancy tricks and techniques. He can only deal with rookies like the little Taoist priest, and fighting with the dream demon will only delay the opportunity.
"Quickly recite the Taoist mantra, help me, why are you so stupid!"
You Mengchang roared in pain.
The soul is biting, the body is disgusting and painful, it has been many years since I have been so shirtless and brutally fighting.
We live together and die together. When Zhang Daozhang was in crisis, he felt something in his heart and jumped out of his deep sleep.
If he wakes up in the middle of the night, he will be killed and eaten by the evil god Luo Mo if he doesn't wake up. He is lurking and dare not communicate with Zhang Daozhang who is close at hand. If Luo Mo notices, the two of them will really die together.
After much difficulty, he finally met a Taoist cultivator with great merits who could help him. After more than half a year of cleansing the power of scripture reading, although his cultivation level declined, his soul power was reborn, allowing him to see the dawn of hope. .
Damn it, Luo Mo wants to have trouble with him, so what else is there to say, fuck him.
He has no other means now, so everyone should just bite them naked with their souls.
It fucking hurts...ouch.
Zhang Wenfeng admitted in his heart that he suddenly ascended from the bitter cold hell to the blissful fairyland. The surprise came so suddenly that he needed a few breaths to digest and react. He didn't know where the old man Mengmei came from to be so powerful.
Able to bite into a ball with the tyrannical and terrifying evil god without losing.
He underestimated the old man who had tried so hard to force him into a life-and-death alliance. It seemed that the secret of his possession of the scapegoat Yin Weapon Talisman could not be hidden from You Meng Chang?
Hearing the urging reminder from the old man Mengmei, he silently recited word by word:
"Lin, soldiers, fighting, all, formation, row, advance, march."
Ever since he appeared in the strange mist space, he could no longer use his telekinesis. After he finished reciting the mantra in a specific rhythm, his telekinesis fluctuated faintly around him, and he was overjoyed. He finally had the power to fight back.
Repeating the nine-character mantra silently over and over again, the seemingly vast black mist surged violently and was filled with invisible mental power everywhere. For You Mengchang, he had become accustomed to it and was at ease in the washing of mental power.
The previously arrogant Luo Demon Evil God was now howling in agony.
The power of thought is as invisible as a soul-cutting knife, and every mantra will break away a trace of the soul power of the evil god who has trapped himself in a cocoon. However, he is bitten and entangled by the dream traveler, and he cannot escape from the divine realm he has arranged.
The evil god tried several times to kill the stinky Taoist priest who was chanting sutras, but he couldn't get close to the Taoist priest.
The mantra governs merit, and a canopy of empty merit has appeared around the boy's soul.
Each mantra carries a faint trace of merit, and its power is multiplied. The evil god Luo Mo wants to escape but cannot. He is no longer able to bite the dream demon. He roars and becomes weaker and smaller.
The weak eat the strong, and the soul eater will always be devoured.
No one will sympathize with him.
"Fellow Taoist, if you are a human being and leave a chance to meet each other in the future, why do you have to make things absolutely impossible?"
"Fellow Taoist, if we don't let it go, I swear I won't pursue today's grudges. How about we go our separate ways?"
"The forces in the upper world are intertwined. With the potential of fellow Taoists, they will ascend sooner or later..."
Luo Moxie God struggled hard and wanted to use verbal threats to get the upper hand Dream Demon to let him go.
You Mengchang feasted after all the hardships, enjoying a rare soul power from the upper world. He was so happy that he had no time to pay attention to the evil god's requests, submissions and hidden threats.
Is he a Mengmei who is afraid of threats?
He has a way to erase most of the traces of cause and effect. Unless his brain is flooded, he will let the soul of the evil god who has made a grudge go back.
If the evil god had the upper hand, would he be polite to him and ask about his origins?
Ah, I hate the guy who bullies the weak and is afraid of being forced to death!
He was not wrong about Taoist Zhang's potential, and he understood the secret of mantra's control of merit so quickly.
The evil god was swallowed up, and the black mist was swept away by You Mengchang.
"Hahaha, it's great. It's been a long time since I've had such fun fighting with others. I've had a great time today. Eat it up and wipe it clean...burp!"
You Mengchang was a little exhausted. His soul power was no less pure than that of the evil god's soul that came to the lower realm, but his current cultivation level was not enough after all. In addition, the evil god had eaten too much miscellaneous essence and blood of the wronged souls, so he swallowed them all in one go. , too full, it takes a lot of time to digest and absorb slowly.
Fortunately, Taoist Zhang chanted sutras every day, which could help him eliminate impurities and save him a lot of trouble.
The life-and-death contract signed with Taoist Zhang is a good deal in the long run.
Big profit deal.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the thicker soul of the old man Mengmei and asked with a smile: "Are you Mengmei or a dream demon?"
"Well, it's the same, just called by a different name."
When You Mengchang saw that the Taoist priest didn't believe it, he said: "In ancient times, the Mengmei clan devoured souls unscrupulously and got the reputation of a dream demon. In fact, one thought was to become a demon and the other to practice Taoism. It was just a different choice."
Zhang Wenfeng did not dwell on this issue and continued to ask: "Fellow Daoist, five thousand years ago, it seems that you were not only at the sixth level of cultivation?"
The evil god who can use his soul to project the lower world must be at least seventh level.
In this special environment, You Mengchang was able to compete with the evil god with his soul power. He had doubts about You Mengchang's strength. This old guy didn't seem to be telling the truth?
He is not that easy to fool.
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