The humanoid ghost jumped on Yiran's consciousness, but when he opened his mouth, it suddenly turned into the appearance of a ferocious beast.
The huge head and the bloody mouth full of fangs seemed to bite Yiran's consciousness directly into pieces and swallow it.
Yi Ran looked directly at the ghost figure, as if he didn't care at all that his figure had become illusory after being bitten.
"You think if I swallow you, can my consciousness go further?"
Yiran's incomprehensible words actually made the inner demons feel chills.
"We, the inner demon family, were born from evil thoughts and will live forever. How could we be swallowed up by humans like you!"
"Besides, you are in a desperate situation and your consciousness is already unstable, and you still want to devour me. This joke is really not funny at all!"
After saying that, the inner demon's bloody mouth started to devour Yiran's consciousness one after another.
Yiran's figure became more illusory and faded to the point of almost disappearing.
But the unchanging smile on his face made even the inner demons shudder.
"How can a human being devour a great inner demon? Just let me dissipate it!"
The inner demon looked at the illusory consciousness, and knew very well that he only needed one or two mouthfuls, and Yiran's consciousness would completely dissipate.
Sure enough, with another bite from the inner demon, Yiran's consciousness finally completely disappeared.
"Jie Jie Jie..." The inner demon hissed.
"I'm already at the end of my strength, but I still want to scare the demon in my heart!"
The inner demon roared up to the sky, and the ghostly shadows caused the entire sea of consciousness to surge.
However, just a moment later, it froze, with a confused look in its eyes.
"Why hasn't my level improved?"
"Why hasn't this place dissipated yet?"
It looked up at the gray sky, as if it understood that it was trapped here.
"I am the supreme inner demon, so how can I be trapped here!"
It wanted to lift its steps and move forward, but was surprised to find that its legs were actually connected to the sea of consciousness.
"what happened!"
After a brief moment of astonishment, the inner demon began to roar angrily:
"The dead person is still acting as a demon, look at how I will destroy this space!"
Black mist filled the sky, suppressing the sea of consciousness, seeming to crush the entire space of the sea of consciousness into chaos.
However, at this moment, the calm sea of consciousness suddenly became rippled, and the ripples became larger and larger little by little, and soon turned into violent waves and rolled towards the black fog in the sky.
The inner demon was stunned, somewhat confused about what was happening in front of him, and could only continue to suppress the black mist towards the sea of consciousness, while it itself was constantly trying to break free.
But the sea of consciousness is like a quagmire. The more it struggles, the deeper it sinks.
It saw a dazzling golden light appearing under its feet, and it began to panic, and began to roar and growl "woo woo woo".
However, its roar was like incompetent rage, and no matter how hard it struggled, the black mist was being swallowed up by the sea of consciousness.
And the golden light under its feet was also quickly spreading along its legs towards its body.
Its body seemed to be on fire, and the burning and stinging sensation from its soul made it almost collapse.
"This deity is an inner demon, born from evil thoughts and will never die or be destroyed forever!"
It growled in pain, as if unwilling to accept the fact that the end was coming.
However, just as its figure continued to twist and struggle, a bit of golden light suddenly bloomed in its chest.
Immediately, it was as if bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded in the inner demon's mind, causing its already twisted figure to begin to collapse.
Vaguely it seemed to hear a shout:
"A bit of true spirit will never die, and divine consciousness will last forever!"
It looked down at the golden light, and inexplicably remembered the spark that Yiran said.
As soon as the golden light burned, it seemed to have the potential to start a prairie fire, burning all the black mist in the sky into dust. 33
"I, I am immortal and will live forever!"
The inner demon's low roar at this moment has completely become the arrogance of a loser, and in the end it is only the incompetent rage.
When the black mist burned into ashes, the golden light also burned to the extreme of brilliance, and a figure was reborn in the golden light and reappeared in the world.
Although his battle with the inner demon in the sea of consciousness was not a close call, it was more thrilling and dangerous.
As long as there was a little bit of instability, I'm afraid Yiran would have fallen on the spot.
Fortunately, Yiran not only survived, but also used the inner demons as nourishment to shape a purer spiritual spirit.
"A single spark can start a prairie fire, and I can use my inner demons to refine my consciousness and help my mental strength reach a higher level!"
Yiran's eyes were firm. Although he was still not sure that he could resist the holy walking corpse, as his spiritual consciousness became stronger, he also thought of another possibility.
The consciousness raised his head and looked through the chaotic sky to the outside world.
A lot happened in the sea of consciousness, but the outside world only lasted for a moment. The feet raised high by the holy-level zombie have not yet fallen, and he and Xiaobai are still alive!
When his spiritual consciousness returned and took control of his body again, the pain of shattering bones was immediately transmitted to his spiritual consciousness, making Yiran grin and tremble all over.
But soon, Yiran suppressed the heartbreaking pain with his powerful consciousness. He sat cross-legged on the ground, the token hanging around his waist ready to move.
"Senior, it's up to you!"
Yiran shouted low, and the token with the word "funeral" engraved on it hung in the air, and immediately returned to its original shape and turned into a dragon-suppressing stone.
As Yiran continued to pour his spiritual consciousness into the broken monument, the bright red word "Burial" began to become dazzling.
Immediately afterwards, lines of blood flowed out from the stone tablet and spread in the sky, like a giant net that enveloped the holy walking corpse.
"burial!"
An old voice sounded, and the formation that had suppressed Burial Emperor Mountain for thousands of years reappeared in the world.
However, after losing the blessing of the dragon vein, the formation is no longer as powerful as before, and it is difficult to completely suppress the holy zombies.
After all, the foot of the holy walker was still unable to step down. The suppressive power contained in the broken monument firmly bound the opponent's body, making it unable to stop retreating.
"Woooooooo..."
The holy zombies began to roar crazily, the violence revealed in their eyes became clearer, and the bloodthirsty murderous intent became more intense.
Under the suppression of the broken monument, the holy zombie was pushed back ten miles, directly collapsing the mountain peak it was originally on.
But after exiting Ten Miles, the holy walking zombies finally withstood the pressure.
It began to swing its arms wildly, and stepped on deep pits with its feet. Its huge body leaned forward with the intention of counterattack.
Back then, with the blessing of dragon veins, the suppressive power of the formation could be said to be endless.
But now the source of the formation's power has become Yiran's consciousness, which means that although the suppression force is powerful, it can only last for a short moment.
Although the suppressive power was able to repel the holy zombies for a short time, just a moment later, as the suppressive power began to weaken, the holy zombies rushed towards Yiran and the others again.
The power of the broken monument turned into a token and fell beside Yiran. In an instant, a strong sense of oppression rushed toward Yiran's face.
Xiaobai raised his head, looked at Yiran's back leisurely and said:
"Hey, you gave me spiritual wisdom to help me transform into a dragon, and I will fight to the death with you for the rest of my life, so it won't be considered a failure to you."
"I have been able to come this far in my life, have seen such a vast scenery, and yet died in the hands of a holy walking corpse in the end. It can be considered that my life has not been in vain!"
Yiran turned to look at Xiaobai and said with some regret:
"Xiaobai, who is fighting in the world, just surrenders like this?"
When Xiaobai heard this, his eyes became sharp again. He twisted his body and wanted to fly, but in the end he fell heavily to the ground and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
"I don't want to admit defeat, but can we make up for the gap in realm if we don't admit defeat? Can we not die if we don't admit defeat?"
Xiaobai roared with great effort, feeling unwilling but unable to change the situation.
Especially when all the broken monuments were knocked down, it also understood that Yiran was at the end of his rope and would no longer have any trump cards.
Yiran looked at the charging holy zombie, and at the wound on its chest that was beginning to decay under the pressure of the broken monument, and said firmly:
"I actually still have a trump card, and now I can only try it."
Xiaobai's eyes lit up and he was about to say something, but Yiran said it directly:
"The power of time!"
This was a power that Yi Ran had just realized and was not even considered proficient in. However, this power had unimaginable power.
Mysterious energy was released from the palm of Yi Ran's outstretched right hand, completely covering the huge body of the holy zombie.
Yiran could clearly feel that the mysterious energy could control the passage of time. That was the power of time!
"Saints will grow old in the torrent of time. Ten thousand years are enough for a saint to go from prosperity to decline. And you are just the corpse of a saint, how can you withstand the baptism of time!"
Yiran said while turning his palms.
In his palm, a mysterious rune appeared at some point, and as his palm turned, the rune began to become dazzling.
"Reincarnation!"
This is Yiran's last resort, and it is also Yiran's way to determine the fate of the world.
Under the wash of the power of time, the broken chest of the holy walker began to rot first, and the pieces of pitch-black flesh rotted into dust before they even fell off.
The terrifying body that Yiran and Xiaobai could not break open with all their strength felt somewhat vulnerable to the power of time.
The holy zombie began to roar crazily, and it kept pulling its body, trying to escape from the power of time.
But the power of time is like a tarsal maggot, no matter how hard the holy zombies struggle, they can't get rid of it.
Yiran looked at the holy-level zombies whose skin and flesh were constantly shedding and decaying, and he felt an endless sense of exhaustion coming to his heart.
His vision began to blur, and he vaguely saw that his outstretched right hand was full of wrinkles.
But the holy walking corpse was still roaring, and Yiran knew that if he stopped now, all his efforts would be in vain.
His consciousness continued to become drowsy and he wanted to fall asleep, but he vaguely seemed to hear Xiaobai's cry.
"Did you survive?"
Yiran wanted to ask, but even he couldn't hear the voice clearly.
He finally fell down and fell into the dust, letting the bloody wind blow his white hair.
Some people died, but not completely...
