The spiritual consciousness will retain the memory of the body before it was sealed in, and it can also act autonomously to a certain extent, but it must always remember the order at that time, and even Su Shi can't interfere with its current actions.
Recalling vaguely what orders he had given at that time, Su Shi suddenly raised his mind, ignoring the crumbling handle of the pot, and his spiritual consciousness hurriedly sent a voice: "Don't fight him, come back when you find a chance!"
The original Shengjun and him were solid and immortal. He set up this spiritual sense, firstly, for the sake of breaking the pot, and secondly, in case Zijin Mountain fails to get rid of Shengjun, he can also lure him here, wait for the opportunity to explode himself, and send the opponent back to the main world no matter what go.
Now that the core of Shengjun's shell has been changed, if the spiritual consciousness he set up at the beginning caused his lover to be injured, he might as well throw the pot and turn around and go back.
When Lu Zhuo saw the familiar face, he broke out in cold sweat. How could he dare to fight? Hearing the words, he naturally responded by voice transmission, bluffing, while secretly looking for an opportunity to retreat.
"Hung-chien!"
Seeing the thin black figure, Taoist Qingxu's eyes lit up suddenly, and he couldn't help calling out.
The spiritual consciousness turned around following the sound, its eyes fell on him, and then turned to everyone. It seemed to be confused, but it was only relieved for a moment, and turned back to Shengjun, and said slowly: "This bamboo forest, you can't move."
Hearing that person's voice suddenly, Qinghua's eyes felt hot, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes vigorously, and said loudly, "Brother Hung Chien, get out of the way, you will be hurt!"
Lingzhi frowned slightly upon hearing the sound, turned to look at him, and said softly, "I won't get hurt."
The so-called spiritual consciousness is actually just an obsession that seals part of the power and soul together. It is usually sealed in a fixed carrier, and once it is touched and revealed, even if it does nothing, it will gradually dissipate because it can no longer be condensed.
When they saw the light around that figure, everyone knew it in their hearts, but no one dared to point it out. Listening to him say this sentence now, I feel sore in my chest, more and more boundless remorse, and everyone can't help but look away in shame.
Qinghua shuddered, his eyes suddenly froze, and his chest heaved rapidly.
Spiritual Consciousness stopped talking to them, but turned back to look at the Holy Monarch, the devilish energy in his body scatter unreservedly, and he was holding steady with the monstrous mana: "Holy Monarch, do you want to bet on me once? "
Shengjun backed away in silence, his expression fluctuating, as if he was also wary of the powerful power in this spiritual consciousness.
Seeing the powerful demonic energy swaying from the spirit consciousness, Xuankong Immortal Venerable's heart turned cold, he instinctively took two steps back, and couldn't help being surprised: "How much demonic energy did he seal?"
The power of spiritual consciousness is completely stripped from the body, and this spiritual consciousness can't compete with the magic power of the holy king. Thinking of the black-clothed demon who had no resistance when he was besieged, it really makes people feel scared chill.
"Based on his overall strength when I first met Demon Venerable, I'm afraid he was at least fifty percent."
He Tianlan replied in a low voice, and he understood it in his heart, and slowly said: "At that time, he said that he didn't want to be enemies with you. I thought he was just trying to restrain his strength, but I never thought..."
But he never thought that he would strip off half of his mighty strength and seal it in this bamboo forest.
Sheng Jun could also see how powerful this spiritual sense was hidden, his expression fluctuated, he hesitated for a while, and then took a step back. Flicking his sleeves shot out powerful magic power, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky, and his figure quickly sank into the peak of no return.
Although he retreated, he was still unwilling to do so. The last move used most of his magic power, and the scorching breath instantly burned all over the valley, covering everyone directly.
With a sigh of spiritual consciousness, he stood on the spot with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed. The devilish energy around him suddenly condensed, and he slammed into the vast mana without dodging or avoiding it. The two forces are almost evenly matched, and when they collide firmly, they appear to be destroying heaven and earth.
Xuankong Xianzun said badly, and immediately opened the barrier to protect everyone, but was still hit by the powerful impact, and his throat was sweet, and he retreated a few steps before barely standing still. Everyone's realm is not as good as the Xuankong Immortal Venerable, and they were all dizzy with chest tightness caused by the fierce collision far beyond their strength.
"pity… "
With a sigh of spiritual consciousness, the devilish energy around him fluctuated, but he stopped chasing after him, but gathered the dissipated power again, and his figure gradually solidified again.
Such an astonishing comparison of pure power also made the already gloomy chests of the immortal cultivators even more suffocated.
They naturally knew that Su Hongjian's strength was by no means comparable to ordinary people, so they besieged and killed that person without any regard for face. However, no one thought that if Su Hongjian really used his full strength, even if everyone surrounded him, it would be difficult for them to be an enemy.
Until now, no one knows exactly what Su Hongjian was thinking at that time, and why he gave up on himself and sealed his magic power, letting the sword touch his body without any resistance. But as long as I think of the arrogant shouting and killing at that time, I will feel even more ashamed and inexplicable, and I can't wait to split the seam in the ground and go straight in.
However, the spiritual consciousness seemed to be oblivious to what everyone was thinking, and just turned around with a smile, with a gentle and bright expression, and a clear light of anticipation shining from the bottom of his dark eyes.
"It's been a long time, everyone, why don't you stay for a drink or two?"
Meeting his gaze, everyone's hearts suddenly became heavy, and they couldn't even move their feet for a moment.
However, the spiritual consciousness just walked towards the forest first, bypassing the secluded stone path, and a gust of wind arose from the sleeves of the robe, blowing away the dust and fallen leaves on the stone tables and chairs.
It has clearly been destroyed once, but those scenes have been meticulously restored without changing even a single bit. The tables and chairs have been washed old by the wind and rain, and there are still clear jade cups on the table, as if the people drinking here just went away after drinking their wine, and they will return at any time.
Daoist Qingxu's eyes suddenly scalded fiercely, instead he laughed out loud, and said loudly: "Why not, come, let me have a drink with you, brother!"
The tone that should have been extremely happy, but it was clearly unable to hide the choking and trembling, and a sweet and bloody smell sprang up in his throat.
His spiritual sense seemed to be unaware of it at all, just because he was obviously happy when he said "for brother", and there was a clear smile on his face. He raised his hand, and two jars of old wine buried in the forest were picked up by him. in hand.
After only a short while, his figure has become a little ethereal again. A gust of wind suddenly swept past him, causing him to stagger before he managed to stand still, and almost disappeared directly.
Immortal Venerable Xuankong raised his hand to support him, secretly injected a burst of immortal power to stabilize his figure, and raised his hand to release the enchantment to cover the entire bamboo forest. Taoist Qingxu didn't ask him to do anything, grabbed an altar and slapped open the mud seal, and was about to fill it up for him, but the movement stopped suddenly.
The place where Su Hongjian often sat, the stone chair had been polished smooth and shiny, and the place where the jade cup was placed was slightly sunken. There was still wine in the cup, and the owner had been sitting here drinking alone for many years.
The night was dark, and the bamboo forest was deep under the cold moonlight, and there was a bone-chilling chill for no reason.
The hand holding the wine jar trembled uncontrollably. Taoist Qingxu took a deep breath, almost using the strength of his soul, calmed down the trembling hand, pressed his shoulder and said slowly: "Hung Chien, sit down, Let's drink with you, shall we?"
The corner of Lingzhi's lips twitched, but he didn't speak, but nodded obediently and sat down, his eyes were clear and clear, and he looked at everyone outside the forest with anticipation.
How could the crowd still have the heart to refuse, tried their best to show smiles on their faces, and sat down one after another according to his wish, but the atmosphere was still gloomy and desolate.
Xuankong Immortal Venerable sighed, flicked his fingers towards the wine jar, poured the clear wine into each jade cup, and the aroma of the wine diffused in the forest in an instant.
The figure was pressed to sit in a familiar position, holding the wine glass and looking around, the light clearly lit up in his eyes.
The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the cup is full of fine wine, pouring cup after cup, so astringent that the eyes are full of water color without knowing it.
Su Hongjian's capacity for drinking was not good, and his spiritual consciousness also didn't drink much before he became drunk, but he still seemed very happy. With a hazy expression, he drank the wine glass by glass, with a boldness that he had never had before, as if he wanted to drink up all the wine he owed in his life.
His figure has become more and more ethereal, and everyone's heart is more painful, but no one can bear to speak out, still barely maintain a smile, and gossip with him about Fengyue.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of the jade cup falling into pieces.
"… enough!"
Qinghua got up abruptly, clenched his teeth, tears welled up in his eyes, and his chest heaved violently: "How long are you going to lie to him together? Brother Hung Chien, you don't even know what we did! Don't drink any more, we I'm not fit to drink your wine—"
"Qinghua!"
Taoist Qingxu's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he stopped shouting hastily, but he had already spoken most of the words in one breath.
Daoist Qingxu clenched the jade cup in his hand instinctively for a while, and looked at the black figure with a slightly dazed expression before he opened his mouth to explain, but the man suddenly smiled vaguely, and raised his glass to drink up the little bit of residual wine :"I know."
Taoist Qingxu's heart sank, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "Hongjian... what do you know?"
"I am sealed here, and I will only appear when the main body dies—although I don't know exactly what happened, but I can roughly guess it by looking at the situation here."
The night wind was cold, and there was a dead silence in the forest, and the originally forced laughter also faded away.
"Okay, I'm just relying on the dead, you don't dare to lose your temper with me again, so I dragged you to accompany me for a drink, why bother to talk about those unhappy things, just ruin the wine."
Lingzhi smiled dumbly, turned the jade lamp in his hand twice, looked around and looked at the faces of everyone with guilt and remorse, but gradually lowered their eyes, and after a long silence, they suddenly spoke in a low voice.
"The Sage Monarch is powerful, and his realm is beyond your reach, and even I am not his opponent. If he can't stop him after this journey, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop him from becoming powerful—"
He was only in the middle of speaking, but suddenly showed a little pain, gritted his teeth and grunted, raised his hand to his forehead, and his figure was also shaken for a while.
"Hung-chien!"
Taoist Qingxu called out urgently, and quickly injected spiritual power into his body to help him stabilize his soul, but he was surprised that there was a mysterious force trapped in the core of his spiritual consciousness, as if forcibly preventing him from speaking these words.
"Hung-chien, could it be that the Holy Monarch really—"
A thought suddenly came to his mind, Taoist Qingxu had only spoken halfway before he swallowed it back abruptly.
For this sake, the only one who would stop his spiritual consciousness from speaking these words out of his mouth was probably only Shengjun.
In the contest just now, Shengjun was wounded and reserved, Su Hongjian also only had 50% mana, so it was indeed a draw. However, the progress of immortal cultivation is much slower than that of demon cultivation. If it is pushed forward a few decades, the strength of Shengjun may be almost the same as it is now, but Su Hongjian will definitely be inferior to him.
If Xianjun really took the opportunity to attack at that time, Su Hongjian's sudden change, and Tong Shengjun's immortality now seem to have an explanation.
Taoist Qingxu's heart sank, but his expression remained calm.
With the arrogance in that person's bones, he was definitely unwilling to mention this almost humiliating past.
Now that Su Hongjian has disappeared, only a little bit of spiritual consciousness is left, and it will dissipate in a blink of an eye. Whether he is coerced by the Holy King or not is no longer important, and there is no need to tarnish his reputation for nothing.
It's just that he is not the only one who supports the spiritual consciousness. He Tianlan withdrew his hand in silence, and exchanged glances with him, both of them had unspeakable worries in their eyes, but they both swallowed the words tacitly.
Xuankong Immortal Venerable's eyes froze slightly, suddenly he stood up with a shake of his sleeves, and released his immortal power without reservation. Everyone felt a sudden shock on the barrier, and there was a muffled groan out of thin air, and something drifted away.
"Who!"
Suddenly he realized that he was being watched all the time just now, and all the immortal cultivators stood up one after another to use their kung fu to take precautions. Xuankong Immortal Venerable just sat still with a pale complexion, and managed to stabilize his dantian with only a few celestial powers running around his body: "It's the sage who is spying on this place, and I've knocked him back. Now he's been injured again and again. , will not come again for a while. Fellow Daoist Hung-chien, you can rest assured and continue to finish the conversation."
Hearing that Xuankong Xianzun actually called him "Daoist friend", his spiritual consciousness was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and smiled, and continued softly.
"You are not his opponent, remember not to confront him head-on, and pay attention to his way. Don't think that you can deal with him just by using the same means as you did to me. He is different from me and will never leave you alone. hands..."
His figure has gradually faded, looking at the dried wine cup, his always clear and soft smile suddenly made people feel sad.
"...I'm dead, what are you going to do?"
His voice was very soft, with no beginning or end, almost scattered in the wind after speaking. But which one of those present is not the long-famous Xianxiu, who can hear every word clearly even in the slightest voice.
Taoist Qingxu looked at him, his raised arms gradually dropped, his figure wobbled, and he barely stood still.
The moonlight was like water, washing the splashed ink figure to nothing but a shadow, looking at the inexplicable sadness in his eyes, Tsing Hua suddenly panicked, and rushed over to try to hold him back: "Brother Hung Chien, don't go, I will Wrong, I'll drink with you—"
His spiritual consciousness was thrown away by him, and he lowered his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, with a soft smile in his eyes. He raised his hand as if wanting to pat his head, but his fingertips were already annihilated into a starburst.
In the silvery moonlight, that figure quietly dissipated, and the fresh breath seemed to remain in the bamboo forest, mixed with the fragrance of wine, scattered in all directions.
Qinghua flinched and knelt on the ground, suddenly in a trance deep in the pupils of his eyes.
There seemed to be a slight movement in the sea of consciousness, and those memories that were originally clear disappeared quietly like sand.
The memories of living with that person in the Peak of No Return, the things he did in silence, the cold wine he drank alone in the bamboo forest, all seemed to fade away with the disappearance of that spiritual consciousness. And turned into a cloud of smoke.
Qinghua suddenly realized his mistake.
He just didn't want to see the crowd cheating the man's remaining soul so brazenly, but he never thought that Su Hongjian really didn't blame them, and he really wanted to have a good drink with them. If he can return to heaven and earth when he is drunk, it will be like a dream that cannot be obtained, and it will finally make up for this life with a fairly satisfactory ending.
Once something is broken, there is no going back.
Su Hongjian didn't hate, so he also hoped that Qinghua would not hate, but if he wanted to forget those unwillingness and resentment, he had to forget those memories as well.
I forgot the time when I gave up my life to save each other regardless of past suspicions, and also forgot the loneliness and loneliness when I was drinking alone, and the isolation and helplessness when I was besieged. He has nowhere to go, but Qinghua is different, as long as he forgets all these, Qinghua can return to the gate of the teacher who still cares about him, and he can have those things he has been asking for all along.
For those things that he couldn't get until he died, he at least wanted everyone around him to get them.
"No, no—Brother Hung Chien, I was wrong, don't do this..."
Qinghua was suddenly terrified, sobbing and throwing himself on the seat where the man always sat, trying to resist in vain, but those memories still couldn't be retained and turned into a white awn.
Daoist Qingxu's anxious voice faintly came from beside him, but he seemed to have been trapped in the empty memory, choked up a mouthful of blood, and finally passed out with tears dripping down his cheeks.
Taoist Qingxu hurriedly caught his fallen body, turned around and looked at Xuankong Xianzun helplessly: "Xianzun, he—"
"It's okay, I just separated out the divine sense to investigate his sea of consciousness. It was a spell cast by Demon Venerable Hung-chien. It just sealed part of his memory and won't harm him."
Xuankong Immortal Venerable shook his head and said slowly, "It's just that his soul was agitated and hurt himself, and he needs to rest for a while. Fellow Daoist Qingxu, when I get out from here, I will send him back You are teachers."
Daoist Qingxu raised his head in astonishment, and met Xuankong Immortal Venerable with calm eyes, but after all he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only answer yes in a low voice.
This little junior has a disposition like a raging fire and hates evil like a vengeance, so he naturally knows it well. Su Hongjian has a gentle temperament and is not good at disputes. There were many things in the past that were to clear his energy but to stand up for him. Although his temper was too fierce and he was prone to trouble, but after all, he could always give that person a little comfort.
After that sword was slashed, they were trapped in Su Hongjian's memory, and the Yunmeng Formation was forcibly broken, and after a while, they were protected by their spiritual consciousness again, so they also deceived themselves, as if the other party was actually Always average.
But now, that person doesn't even want to keep Qinghua's memory.
A coldness suddenly approached him, and he suddenly couldn't stop shivering faintly, subconsciously touched it, and his face turned cold.
The arm was gently supported, and he met He Tianlan's concerned gaze beside him. Taoist Qingxu twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and shook his head slightly: "I was just thinking, so he really didn't plan to come back."
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