Enter the Immortal Cultivation

The golden armor grew wings, flew into the air, and then flew towards the light barrier at a leisurely speed. Several Jindan monks hurriedly attacked with spells, but there was no effect. The eternal soul steel seemed to be immune to spell damage, and the armor made by the demon race for melee combat was much stronger than the bodies of these Jindan monks. There was no chance of winning in close combat.

For a moment, several Jindan monks were helpless against this armor!

Li Jijiu roared: "Where are your spells? Where are your magic weapons? Have they been fed to the dogs?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman sneered: "Didn't your power of purification fail to stop him?"

Li Jijiu was about to explode, but Zhai Difeng stopped him: "Forget it, the guardian has been weakened after millions of years of erosion, but the material is still soul steel, which is a peerless material that can be forged into Xuanqi. It is weak in attack but strong in defense. We can't knock him down in a short time, but he can't knock us down either. Next time we have a target, set up a trap, and take him down in one fell swoop."

A Jindan licked his lips: "The soul steel that gathers itself due to the residual obsession...may be stronger than ordinary soul steel!"

Another Jindan looked at the slowly flying armor with hatred and said: "You actually look down on us..."

They didn't know that it was not Wang Qi who deliberately slowed down, but Wang Qi couldn't speed up.

"Damn it... The holy flame made the armor come alive, causing my control over this armor to drop significantly!"

Soul steel is the product of the essence of five metals injected with a large number of souls and then repeatedly forged. All souls are crushed and then perfectly forged into one. Inject the holy light that focuses on the spirit into it. These discrete soul powers will form a temporary whole, and Wang Qi's will will be equivalent to the will of this "armor soul", so he can easily control this armor. But after injecting the holy flame that focuses on the body, the armor came alive and had its own "instincts". Wang Qi was not easy to control.

"Hurry up..." Wang Qi was anxious: "We must enter the ruins before the holy light is exhausted!"

Fortunately, ninety-nine seconds is one and a half minutes, which is not a short time. Wang Qi walked to the barrier before the time ran out. Wang Qi did not slow down and directly hit the barrier. As expected by Zhen Chanzi, he passed through the barrier without any hindrance.

After passing through the barrier, the armor landed on all fours and ran wildly. Wang Qi spent the last few seconds galloping wildly on the demon clan's divine road, and stopped only after entering the temple. He immediately removed the armor. The armor that had "come alive" was "dead" in an instant. It fell to the ground in several parts.

Just now, Wang Qi temporarily activated the armor. This armor actually adjusted its shape by itself and condensed into a set!

Wang Qi got out of the armor and was about to put it away, but he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground!

Zhen Chanzi said anxiously: "Boy, what's wrong with you? Did you get hurt just now?"

"This should be the method used by the demon clan to prevent the enemy from refining the soul steel armor." Wang Qi pressed his forehead and sat cross-legged on the ground: "I said it in a dream."

Zhen Chanzi was still thinking about why. But then. An inexplicable suction force was transmitted to him, as if trying to pull him to the bottom of his consciousness. After all, Zhen Chanzi was a Mahayana, and he could still resist this suction force. But he remembered what Wang Qi had just said, and did not resist, allowing the force to pull his consciousness to the bottom.

In the darkness, Zhen Chanzi saw Wang Qi. At this time, he was sitting on a chair facing a large stage. There was a small table next to him, on which was a cup of tea with a yellow tea soup. It was accompanied by bean flour cake, pea yellow flower cake, milk roll, rose cake and other snacks.

Wang Qi was also shocked when he saw Zhen Chanzi: "Oh my god, old man, what did Chen Feng give you to eat?"

The Zhen Chanzi in front of Wang Qi was actually an old man dressed in black Taoist clothes, with a one-foot-five-inch tiger beard, showing majesty.

It was exactly the image that Zhen Chanzi used when he tried his best to send a dream to him a few years ago.

Zhen Chanzi said in surprise: "I looked like this ten thousand years ago, what's so strange about it."

Wang Qi shook his head: "No, no, no, this is my dream. If you have only one consciousness when you come here, then your image should be set by me."

"What image should I be in your mind?"

"A big ball of light?" Wang Qi said uncertainly.

Zhen Chanzi's face darkened, and he didn't want to talk to Wang Qi anymore.

Wang Qi looked at Zhen Chanzi twice, and felt quite regretful. This old man, this face, should be graceful and classy, ​​how come he became funny after 10,000 years?

However, Zhen Chanzi's coming with his body can be regarded as a pleasant surprise for Wang Qi. This means that Zhen Chanzi found a way to restore his soul in the secret method given by Chen Feng, and it was completed according to the method of the present method.

And the more powerful Zhen Chanzi is, the more beneficial it will be for Wang Qi to do next.

Zhen Chanzi asked in confusion: "What do you want to do again?"

Wang Qi motioned him to look at the stage. An unprecedented drama was being staged on the stage. Thousands of "actors" were performing a drama together. After a closer look, all the dramas on the stage were "martial arts dramas", and all the "actors" were fighting!

Cruel, bloody, majestic, fierce battles, roaring to the world, fearless!

"This is..." Zhen Chanzi's expression was accurate. He felt the might of these scenes.

This was not just a fancy illusion, but a will that could rival the martial arts!

Although it was a little confusing.

"This is what has been brewing in the soul steel for millions of years. It is the fragment of consciousness of the ancient demon clan strongman. It is also a mechanism of the soul steel armor to prevent others from refining it." Wang Qi pointed to the stage and said: "As long as If it is not refined according to standard methods, these eternal wills will be poured into the user's soul. If the user is immortal, his strength will be greatly increased, but his self will also be washed away.

Zhen Shanzi looked at Wang Qi doubtfully: "Why are you okay?"

Wang Qi laughed loudly: "I am extremely talented..."

"to be honest."

"It's just that I'm gifted." Wang Qi shrugged: "This mechanism is for the demon race, because the demon race mainly relies on the soul to think - but I am a human race. The human soul is considered very strong among all races in China. , but it is still nothing compared to the brain. Before the Yuan Shen stage, the main thinking organ of the human race was the brain! My "Supreme Spiritual Treasure" is not in the soul at all!

Compared to ordinary monsters, humans are indeed gifted.

"It doesn't seem to have any impact."

Wang Qi nodded and admitted: "Indeed. The soul was an auxiliary thinking organ for me, and it can still affect my temperament and way of thinking. I had to temporarily sever the connection between the brain and the soul..."

Zhen Shanzi was shocked: "Do you still have this ability?"

"It's just a reverse use of "Qu Jian Ji"."

"Qujianji" originally suppresses the brain, allowing practitioners to use their souls to think, and at the same time artificially creates a "Cartesian theater" to enable practitioners to examine themselves from an absolutely objective perspective and temper their will. To reverse the use of "Qu Jian Ji" is to completely suppress the soul and use the brain alone to examine the soul from an objective perspective. The various wills poured into his soul become a play on the stage for him, and will not affect his personality.

Zhen Shanzi asked: "What do you want me to come in for?"

"Humans are social creatures. If you have a companion with you, you will naturally be more confident when fighting against these things. No matter how calm you are, you will inevitably have such a reaction." Wang Qi looked at Zhen Shanzi and said: "It was originally hope. You stay with me and take it with you, but now that you have the power, you can help me get rid of all the unfavorable illusions in my dreams."

Zhen Shanzi nodded slightly, feeling that it was finally time for him to show off his skills. At this time, a third voice different from Wang Qi and Zhen Shanzi appeared in the dream: "It's a good idea, and the practice is also very subtle."

The sudden extra voice belonged to a middle-aged scribe. He was dressed in a simple white robe, which year's style was unknown, and he had a beard, but it didn't make people look rude, but instead looked calm.

Zhen Shanzi smiled and said: "You, the nightmare demon, actually still praise yourself?"

Wang Qi looked solemn: "This doesn't seem to be an inner demon..."

Zhen Shanzi pulled out his sword with a relaxed expression and walked towards the middle-aged scribe: "It's nothing. I'll behead him for you now...ah!"

With a short cry of pain, the middle-aged scribe stretched out a finger and actually flew out the Zhenshan bullet.

Wang Qi looked at Zhen Shanzi who fell to the ground speechlessly: "Old man, can you be more useless?" (To be continued ~^~)