Bu Wei

“This vine ball is shrinking!” Chu Xin observed for a while, and suddenly his face changed.

“Senior? Senior, are you back?” Feng Zizhang called out to Ning Buwei, but the person holding the child didn’t respond at all.

“Senior may not be able to come back at any time, we must find a way to save ourselves.” Jiang Yizheng held the sword and slashed hard on the vine, but not only did it not split, but it made the vine shrink faster.

“They must be here!” A few noisy voices came from outside.

“His Holiness Du Lu, Zen Master Bai Yu, and Qing Yan can definitely restrain that demon vine. Look, the demon vine can’t even trap us now—” Someone said while walking forward, “That child is not simple, Mei Luoxue wants to catch him, we might as well make the first move…”

“How come there is such a big vine ball here?” Suddenly someone stopped and looked at the vine ball where Feng Zizhang and others were.

Inside the ball, Feng Zizhang covered the small lantern that Ning Buwei was holding that could glow, and everyone held their breath.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and the originally quiet Ning Xiu pouted.

The people outside paused for a moment, seeming to feel that it’s better to do less than more, so they left, but unexpectedly heard a child’s cry.

“!!!” Feng Zizhang and the three others who were holding their breath were stunned on the spot.

They were prepared for everything, but they didn’t guard against this little ancestor who was afraid of the dark!

“They are inside!” Someone outside excitedly said.

“Cut the vine open!”

Seven or eight people stared at the ball woven from vines, and their swords and knives chopped on the vines, but they couldn’t comprehend even a bit.

“It’s strange, how did they get in!?” Someone who refused to be misled by fallacies, poured spiritual power into the sword.

“You want to die, Zen Master Bai Yu said that someone has set up a soul devouring formation in the illusion, using so much spiritual power will turn into a blood mist!” Someone next to him stopped him.”

“That Soul Devouring Formation was created by the demon Ning Buwei, it’s very evil.”

“Tsk! The demon is dead and still causing trouble!”

“We need to think of other ways…”

Inside the vine ball, Feng Zizhang, who was sitting in place holding Ning Xiu, shouted,

“Senior! It’s not good, you come back quickly!”

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Ning Buwei was looking at a small cluster of white mist floating in front of him. This cluster of mist didn’t seem to have any aggressiveness, but its spiritual power level was very high. It should be a small cluster of consciousness. He might be able to swallow it when it’s unprepared to replenish his meridians.

But has this old thing become senile? Anyone can enter his sea of consciousness to grab a handful of spiritual power?

Or is this cluster of spiritual power an old thing’s disguise to lure him?

Ning Buwei was uncertain about the other party’s origin, so he didn’t dare to act rashly for a while.

That cluster of white mist stopped in front of him, as if it was sizing him up. There was no trace of killing intent around it. Ning Buwei was very greedy when he saw this large cluster of top-grade spiritual power. The other party also seemed to be a soft bun that was easy to bully. After thinking for a moment, he extended a small wisp of black mist and probed it on the other party.

The sea of consciousness was the foundation of a cultivator’s cultivation. When a cultivator was in seclusion, his own divine and spiritual consciousness was cultivating here. It absolutely couldn’t tolerate others entering. Once someone invaded, the cultivator would immediately notice, and the sea of consciousness would automatically strangle the other party. The higher the cultivation base, the wider the sea of consciousness, and the stronger the spiritual consciousness. It was impossible for a cultivator with a lower cultivation base to survive when entering, unless their cultivation base was far higher than his.

And divine consciousness was different from spiritual consciousness. If it was not necessary, divine consciousness would absolutely not leave the body, which was tantamount to seeking death.

His son was born with a golden core, and his spiritual consciousness was strong. He was of the same origin as him. The child just born could not control himself and would often drift into his sea of consciousness, and he was seeking shelter. Chu Jun would naturally not strangle his own son, but the small cluster of black mist in front of him had already committed a second offense, and he had not noticed it in time twice.

Chu Jun naturally could not tolerate this person being so presumptuous.

Chu Jun set up his vast and boundless sea of consciousness in a circle, confirmed that the other party had absolutely nowhere to escape this time, and then freed his hands, ready to thoroughly investigate this person and then completely strangle him.

As he thought so, suddenly that small cluster of black mist condensed a round little hand with mist and poked his stomach.

Chu Jun: “…”

Is this cultivator’s brain not normal?

The other party did not respond, and Ning Buwei was overjoyed. In order not to scare the other party, he deliberately retracted his killing intent cleanly. Swallowing this high-purity consciousness, the injuries on his body could be healed by three or four points. Under the huge temptation of benefits, Ning Buwei decided to take a risk and slowly approached this small cluster of white mist.

Chu Jun patiently lured the enemy into the trap. The moment he approached, the originally calm sea of consciousness suddenly surged, and countless spiritual powers intertwined into a huge net, wanting to trap this cluster of black mist in it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the originally slow-moving black mist suddenly burst out with surging killing intent and rushed towards him at a fast speed!

Just at this moment, Chu Jun suddenly heard a faint and distant cry of a child. It sounded familiar. He looked into the sea of consciousness in a distracted manner and did not find his son’s figure.

He easily took a hit from the black mist, used his strong spiritual power to suppress the other party, and a wisp of white mist went straight to the other party.

He really wants to extract souls!

Ning Buwei was waiting for the other party’s move. The Soul Devouring Formation on his body was already waiting for the other party. He pretended not to resist and waited for the other party to fall into the trap. However, Feng Zizhang’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind: ‘Senior! It’s not good, you come back quickly!’

He could faintly hear Ning Xiu’s crying.

Ning Buwei decisively took the initiative first, and the spiritual power left behind the other party rushed towards the other party without hesitation.

Chu Jun didn’t even turn his head, easily dissolving and taking back the spiritual power that originally belonged to him, but he didn’t expect that the black mist suddenly swelled tenfold, wrapping the white mist where his divine consciousness was.

Ning Buwei was worried about Ning Xiu’s safety, and in a hurry to leave, he drew a small wisp of his own divine consciousness and strangled this cluster of spiritual power.

The black and white mists merged together, the black mist was aggressive, like ink that had mistakenly entered the water, spreading out, but then it instantly gathered together and firmly trapped the white mist, ferociously wanting to devour the white mist, but found that it couldn’t swallow the other party at all. Instead, the two clusters of mist entangled and merged with each other, the black and white mists rolled and tumbled, and the originally calm water surface below slightly rippled.

Ning Buwei used the Soul Devouring Formation intending to devour the other party’s spiritual consciousness, but not only did he not succeed, but a wave of extremely strange comfort that he had never experienced before swept over his body, almost making him groan.

Ning Buwei was stunned.

What…what’s going on!?

And the white mist that was tightly entangled by the black mist had already stiffened in place.

An overwhelming and extraordinary pleasure and comfort swept over the body, as if it was a tremor surging out from the depths of the soul, it caught the two people who were full of killing intent off guard and crushed them, their minds were all blank.

Ning Buwei’s divine consciousness originally intended to devour and strangle the other party’s spiritual consciousness, but now it merged with the other party in one place, and even strangely felt that this cluster of white mist was extremely sweet, with an addictive taste that made him reluctant to let go.

The great demon who was halfway through the killing spree came to his senses and realized what had happened, and suddenly the whole person was not good.

This small cluster of white mist wrapped up was not spiritual consciousness at all, but a small wisp of divine consciousness.

Coincidentally, he just drew a small wisp of his own divine consciousness in a hurry.

As everyone knew, it was no problem for divine consciousness to devour spiritual consciousness. After all, ordinary people’s divine consciousness did not easily leave the body, and what was released was spiritual consciousness. It’s normal for spiritual consciousness to fight and devour each other. If one couldn’t beat it, it’s just that the soul would be damaged. Ning Buwei was used to being powerful, and those who dare to enter his sea of consciousness were all strangled by his spiritual consciousness. The more troublesome ones directly use divine consciousness and spiritual consciousness together, which would inevitably make the other party’s soul fly away.

It’s natural for him to use divine consciousness in his own sea of consciousness, but now it’s in someone else’s sea of consciousness, and he dared to draw divine consciousness recklessly.

One person’s divine consciousness couldn’t swallow another person’s divine consciousness. At most, two divine consciousnesses could only merge together. Generally speaking, people call this…

Divine Acquaintance. (TL: 神交[shén jiāo]-refers to a high degree of spiritual overlap, a high degree of unity in thinking , attitude, and values. It also means that people often have the same understanding of things.)

Only extremely intimate and mutually trusting Dao companions would do this.

It was said…the degree of comfort was indescribable, and some people even used this to dual cultivate, the great demon had always sneered at it.

What kind of idiot would dare to use divine consciousness to enter another person’s sea of consciousness, I’m afraid it’s not that he thinks he’s not dying fast enough.

Until he did such a stupid thing.

Even though they only used a small part of their own divine consciousness, the degree of fusion was far from complete Divine Acquaintance, but…it was Divine Acquaintance.

He never expected that the other party would also wrap the divine consciousness into the mist.

A strange and oppressive breath sounded in Ning Buwei’s ears, like a thunderbolt that shocked him back to his senses.

The two parties involved in the fusion of divine consciousness could sense each other’s emotions and feelings. The other party obviously didn’t expect that he would dare to recklessly draw out his divine consciousness. Under the double pleasure, there was double shock.

The black and white mists intertwined, entangled unclearly above the surging sea of consciousness. With the fusion of divine consciousness, Ning Buwei naturally also experienced the other party’s astonishment and confusion.

The surging comfort and pleasure made Ning Buwei a little dazed, instinctively not wanting to let go of the other party. Fortunately, Feng Zizhang’s howling like a ghost immediately recalled his consciousness, making him suddenly sober.

Ning Xiu!

The great demon was in a hurry to go back to save his son. The other party seemed to notice that he was going to run. The white mist suddenly swelled and firmly trapped him. Ning Buwei naturally refused. The two clusters of mist changed from ambiguous entanglement to fierce struggle. The strange comfort became even more intense, making Ning Buwei groan.

The white mist heard his voice and was stunned for a moment. Ning Buwei simply took the opportunity to rub the white mist hard, struggling to stay awake. When he left, he even angrily took away a lot of the other party’s spiritual power and escaped again when the other party was unprepared.

The person sitting in the center of the sea of consciousness shook all over, slowly opened his eyes, the cold corners of his eyes were dyed with a thin layer of crimson, and his long and fair fingers unconsciously clenched his sleeves, like the cold snow on a high mountain gradually melting, and then quickly freezing into ice.

A person who had been pure-hearted and had few desires for nearly a thousand years tasted the taste of the world for the first time, and he couldn’t even see the other party’s face clearly. This gave Chu Jun a shock no less than suddenly having a newborn child after more than five hundred years of seclusion.

His face sank, and his eyebrows and eyes were all cold.

He couldn’t beat him and even used such a method on him. This person is simply… shameless!