Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Su Jie's soul broke into Zhong Shiguan's body, and the souls of both sides began to contact.

In an instant, Su Jie felt that everything in front of him was clear, and he appeared in a world full of black sea water.

There are no sun, moon, stars, or seasons here, only cold sea water, no waves on the sea surface, and no one knows how deep it is.

This is the human sea of ​​consciousness, also known as the sea of ​​souls, where souls are kept and fostered.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Su Jie saw Zhong Shiguan's soul, a soul with legs and arms, but blank facial features.

Compared with Su Jie, although Zhong Shiguan is in the secret realm, his soul cultivation is a big level behind Su Jie.

"Get out of my body."

Zhong Shiguan shouted angrily, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, his soul stretched into a narrow arc, like a crescent-shaped scimitar, slashing towards Su Jie head-on.

Under the blade, the sea of ​​consciousness was in turmoil. After all, this was his physical body and his home court. His soul could exert greater power and instinctively rejected the approach of Su Jie's soul. This was like the body's rejection reaction.

"Your soul is too weak!"

Su Jie's mouth drew a cold arc, and his soul burst out with thunder. Countless thick purple sky thunders raged wildly and domineeringly. The soul of Zhong Shiguan who fell was blown into shapeless, and cracks were all over the blade.

Not only was Su Jie's soul about to transform into a primordial spirit, but he also possessed the magical power of purple sky thunder that resided in the soul. His combat power was so strong that Zhong Shiguan could not touch him at all.

"How can a soul in the Yunling realm have such a strong soul."

Zhong Shiguan retreated again and again, then gritted his teeth, and a strange woman appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The white dress and pale and delicate face were the fifth-grade evil ghost of the woman in the painting.

It turned out that Zhong Shiguan knew he was no match for the enemy, so he asked the woman in the painting to enter his sea of ​​consciousness to help him fight. This was like being possessed by a ghost.

"It's useless to have a female ghost."

Su Jie formed seals with both hands, and the thunder condensed, turning into a thunder spear in his right hand.

As Su Jie pointed the tip of the spear, thousands of thunders bombarded and struck, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

The body of the woman in the painting was pierced by thunder. The overbearing thunder from the soul-killing was so strong that even the woman in the painting could bear it, but her body was seriously damaged. Like a short-circuited light bulb, her body was flickering and constantly blurring and distorting.

"Mirror!"

The body of the woman in the painting became flatter and wider, and she was painted into an ancient dressing table. There was a brass mirror on the table, and Su Jie's figure was reflected on it.

A strange and cold force came over, and Su Jie lowered his head and saw the women in the painting coming out from under his legs, grabbing Su Jie tightly and dragging him into the mirror, dragging half of Su Jie's body into the world in the mirror.

"You are such a jerk, and you dare to show off your skills in front of an expert."

The Thunder Spear turned and pierced straight into the bronze mirror. Thousands of thunders burst out from the spear, turning into a thunder pillar connecting the sea of ​​consciousness and the sky. It penetrated the sea of ​​souls above and evaporated countless black seawater below, illuminating the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sizzle!

The women in the paintings were annihilated by the thunder, and the dressing table also had electric shock scorch marks.

But Su Jie's soul also had many colorful cracks. Under the attack of the bronze mirror, Su Jie endured the injury of his soul and shouted loudly.

"Thunder is coming."

The deafening thunder tremble resounded throughout the field.

In the sky, thunder dragons roamed in the sky, tearing apart this sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhong Shiguan fled frantically, but where could he escape to in the sea of ​​consciousness? The thunders that fell one after another penetrated his body, and his entire soul shrunk by more than half, and screams were endless.

Faced with Su Jie's strength, Zhong Shiguan was left with only fear, and his soul sank directly into the mirror of the woman in the painting, and then disappeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The outside world.

When Su Jie was fighting with Zhong Shiguan, the outside world had already changed.

Su Jie's body was attacked by evil spirits one after another, and the ghosts in the sky continued to fight and annihilate. The Thousand-Handed Centipede protected Su Jie's body, but there were still evil spirits that broke through the blockade. Many of the evil spirits had very strange abilities. In addition, Su Jie's body lacked a soul, which made him a target and could only be beaten without any resistance.

Su Jie's body had many wounds of different sizes.

On the other side, Zhong Shiguan's body was shaking like a sieve, but suddenly, the body stopped shaking, and a residual soul was brought out by the woman in the painting.

"Don't think about escaping."

It was at this time that Zhong Shiguan suddenly opened his eyes, but the tone of his mouth was completely Su Jie's tone.

It was Su Jie who occupied his sea of ​​consciousness, and his soul stole this body.

When Su Jie wanted to chase, Zhong Shiguan's figure had disappeared from his sight. With the help of the woman in the painting, he ran away very fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhong Shiguan appeared in front of a tomb and quickly put away a scroll.

This was a black and white scroll, and the pattern painted inside was exactly the tomb mountain where he was.

As the scroll was put away, the surroundings began to turn upside down, and the space changed, gradually turning into the original scene of Han Mansion.

Zhong Shiguan's scroll was obviously not simple.

Su Jie looked at the changing scenery around him and had to put away the flying sword, moth and thousand-handed centipede first.

After this fight, Su Jie's flying sword, ghost, and human-faced moth suffered a lot of damage. Su Jie's own body and soul were also seriously injured. It is easy to recover from the injuries of the body, but it will take a few days for the damaged soul to recover.

Although he defeated Zhong Shiguan, Su Jie's victory was not a big victory.

"We are back."

Han Ruyan's voice of surprise came from behind. Su Jie turned around and was surprised and happy to see the girl holding Mo Shiyao.

When Su Jie looked at him, Han Ruyan's voice suddenly stopped and she asked cautiously: "Are you Mr. Xu?"

"I am Zhong Shiguan, please be my bride."

An evil smile appeared on Su Jie's face, which frightened Han Ruyan and took two steps back.

"You are lying, you are clearly Mr. Xu."

However, Han Ruyan quickly realized that this tone of voice was clearly the tone of Mr. Xu she knew.

"I'm a demon cultivator, aren't you afraid of me?"

"Master Xu, you probably didn't come here for me. If you wanted to harm me, you wouldn't have saved me just now."

"Save you? I'm just trying to protect myself."

Su Jie raised his hands, grabbed his neck, and twisted his head off.

The next moment, Su Jie's soul escaped and flew back to his physical body.

"Phew, my own body is still comfortable, and other people's bodies are always rejected."

Su Jie twisted his neck and sighed.

Although the soul took Zhong Shiguan's body, that body was not native after all and did not match his soul. It was like a rusty machine that was short of oil and was extremely uncomfortable and stiff to use.

Not to mention using it for fighting and training, it is even difficult to carry out daily life.