Yuanshen flew up, his body shrunk suddenly, turned into a little red light and flew straight towards the oil lamp. Sure enough, as Sun Wukong said, when the restriction on the oil lamp encounters the air of chaos, a path will naturally flash out, and in an instant, Hai Long has entered the oil lamp. The Tathagata Buddha's restriction was indeed strong, as soon as Hai Long entered the oil lamp, Hai Long could no longer feel the breath outside, and the purple air flowed around, constantly echoing soft sighs. An inexplicable sadness rose from the bottom of Hai Long's heart, and he was shocked that the purple air was full of sadness, so much so that it affected his mind.
He didn't dare to delay for too long, after all, this was the first time that his soul was separated from his body. Hai Long showed the shape of the soul, and folded his hands in front of him. In an instant, the air flow from the air became entangled with the original purple air in the oil lamp. Zi Qi fled in all directions like a frightened bird, as if afraid of being caught by Hai Long. Hai Long's mind was completely concentrated, and through his Chaos Qi, he exuded soft and friendly breaths, and the Chaos Qi also remained stable. No longer chasing Ziqi, the oil lamp suddenly became peaceful.
Zi Qi tentatively touched the Primal Chaos Qi released by Hai Long a few times, and felt that the Primal Chaos Qi did not intend to hurt it, and gradually relaxed, returning to the previous slow rotation.
Hai Long didn't act immediately, and thought to himself, if he wanted to reintegrate these broken consciousnesses, he must not force it, otherwise, if there were any changes during the fusion process, he might not be able to control it. Thinking of this, he gathered the energy of chaos around his primordial spirit, tried to communicate with the broken consciousness, and sent out the thoughts in his heart to the other party with the force of his mind, "I am here to help you, you are willing to accept my help Is it?"
Although Fairy Zixia's consciousness was shattered, she still had a certain amount of perception. Feeling Hai Long's sincere thoughts, all her purple energy trembled slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, she gradually approached Hai Long. Hai Long said again: I'm here to help you, don't be afraid, you just need to relax completely, and I can help you, okay, if you can, you can gather around my body. Ziqi seemed to understand his words, and gradually approached him. But each streak of purple air is separated by a certain distance, and it seems that they cannot get close to each other.
Hai Long knew that it was time, he secretly squeezed the method, and used his mind to control his huge chaotic air to radiate outward, completely enclosing the purple air from the outside, and then gradually shrinking.
The distance between the purple qi is gradually approaching under the oppression of the chaotic qi, and the purple qi seems to be frightened again, constantly rushing outwards, but the chaotic qi is so powerful, how can they rush out. Hai Long didn't dare to be too eager for quick success, so he hurriedly stopped the contraction of Primal Chaos Qi, and once again sent a friendly feeling to Zi Qi, repeating that he was here to help them.
The purple qi gradually stabilized again, Hai Long controlled the chaotic qi to shrink again, this time the purple qi was obviously not as panicked as before, under Hai Long's control, they seemed to be enduring great pain, constantly rhythmic, but not Then hit outwards. Hai Long split a wave of thoughts, constantly comforting these broken consciousnesses, while slowly shrinking the energy of chaos. When these purple qi had already touched together, he clearly heard a moan of pain, not daring to be negligent, Hai Long shook his body, broke away from the surrounding purple qi, opened his arms, and hugged the front of his body. Under the impetus of mana, the big ball made of purple air quickly closed, and the groaning became louder, but Hai Long knew that he must not stop now, otherwise the success would be in vain, while appeasing these broken gods Consciousness, while continuously shrinking the Qi of Primal Chaos, at the same time, he split a wave of mind power, which aroused the fire power of the Qi of Primal Chaos. A trace of pure fire power slowly penetrated into the purple air, reaching deep into the intersection of each strand of purple air. There were streaks of red light mixed in the purple qi, Hai Long activated the magic spell, and after sending a thought to Ziqi, please be patient, he began to increase the power of fire.
As the power of the fire increased, the groans turned into painful and miserable screams, and Hai Long couldn't bear it. No one could bear the pain of burning consciousness. But in order to bring these consciousnesses together again, he had to do so. The surrounding chaotic air completely enveloped the purple air, while compressing it inward, while using the power of fire to melt the gap between the shattered consciousness.
The shrill screams gradually weakened, and the air of chaos continued to seep into it, reconciling the spiritual consciousness in it. The purple ball gradually condensed together and stayed on Hai Long's palm. Everything around him calmed down. Hai Long dissipated the power of fire, nourished the newly fused divine consciousness with the energy of chaos, and continuously comforted the divine consciousness with the power of his mind. Unsteady breath.
Sun Wukong clenched his fists nervously, his body trembling slightly, everything in the oil lamp was in his eyes, he knew that Hai Long was about to succeed. Countless years of expectations are finally coming true, and he can't help but think of what Zixia said when she passed away: "I once had a sincere love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. If God can give me another chance, I will Tell her, I love you, if I really want to add a time to this relationship, I hope it will be ten thousand years." Zixia, my promise will never change, as long as you can recover, I, Monkey King, will abandon Dou He will not hesitate to win the name of Buddha. I regret the promise I made back then. I don't hope it will be ten thousand years, I hope it will be tens of thousands of years, until the day when the world is destroyed. Zixia! Give me this chance. Let me make up for everything. I'm so stupid, I didn't understand the feelings in my heart until you left, Zixia, Zixia, come back soon...
Hai Long put all his thoughts into controlling the air of chaos and nourishing his consciousness. Suddenly, he felt a slight fluctuation in the condensed consciousness. He didn't dare to neglect it. He knew that what he was about to do was to awaken his consciousness the last step. Cautiously, a trace of mental power was explored, calling softly, and constantly conveying goodwill to the other party.
"You, who are you? What's wrong with me? Why is everything around me so strange." The weak female voice sounded, making Hai Long very happy. He knew that he had succeeded at least halfway through. "Hello, do you remember who you are? Do you remember everything that happened before?" He asked tentatively.
The purple consciousness began to fluctuate like ripples, and after a while, a painful moan came out, "So sad, I'm so sad, my body seems to be splitting apart, I don't know, I don't know anything?"
Hai Long was taken aback. He didn't want to fail, so he hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, take a rest first, and when your consciousness fully recovers, you will naturally remember everything. Relax, relax your mind. After you The reason why you feel strange is because your consciousness is completely surrounded by my Primal Chaos Qi. After your Divine Consciousness is repaired under the nourishment of Primal Chaos Qi, everything will be fine. All you have to do now is to relax , believe me, everything I do is to help you."
Under the transmission of Hai Long's thoughts, the purple consciousness really relaxed a lot, and regained its calm. Hai Long didn't dare to waste any time, and tried his best to mobilize the Chaos Qi to start the final restoration.
The purple consciousness is constantly changing under the full nourishment of the chaotic energy that overwhelms the world. It starts to be compressed again from the previous gaseous state. The volume is getting smaller and smaller, but the color is getting darker. The consciousness is fused by the pure fire power Under the ground, they have been completely condensed together, and there is no longer any rejection of the nourishment of the air of chaos.
When Hai Long saw the golden light gradually emitting from the purple consciousness, he realized that he was about to succeed. At this moment, Sun Wukong's voice reached his ears, "Hai Long, do you see the wick in the oil lamp? That's Zixia The body, when the consciousness is fully recovered, you have to send it into the wick."
Hai Long thought to himself, the master is really powerful, he can still transmit the sound accurately under the prohibition of the Tathagata Buddha, the primordial spirit slowly gathers the golden purple consciousness in front of him, Hai Long's primordial spirit suddenly shrinks Dao Tong When the consciousness was the same size, the light red Primal Chaos Qi condensed into halos one by one, like a sea embracing all rivers, and suddenly launched a final impact on the purple consciousness.
The purple consciousness seemed a little excited in the trembling, and seemed to feel that everything about him was recovering rapidly. The purple consciousness was finally completely covered by a layer of golden light, and the purple body was looming in it. Hai Long's primordial spirit suddenly became bigger, and he surrounded the purple consciousness with his hands, wrapped it in the air of chaos, and suddenly threw it into the wick of the oil lamp. middle.
When the oil lamp injected the wick with spiritual consciousness, it immediately emitted a dazzling light. At this time, it no longer looked like an oil lamp, but a shining star. Amidst the twinkling stars, a little red light floated out of it, and penetrated into Hai Long's real body like lightning. The oil lamp continued to emit strong light, and Hai Long's crystal-like body gradually began to move with mana. The outermost layer of crystal-like skin changed into a dark red robe, and his long, still hair gradually relaxed. , softly resting on his shoulders, the expression on his face gradually changed, the originally rosy face turned pale.
In the understanding of the fairy world and the Buddha world, once the consciousness is broken, it means complete death, which means that it will never be exalted. However, today Hai Long successfully broke this understanding. With the chaotic energy of the fire attribute, he re-fused Fairy Zixia's consciousness and gave her a new life. In fact, all this is very lucky. Although the air of chaos is created by this power, what Hai Long now possesses is not the purest non-attribute chaos air, but fire attribute. The luck of its success lies in the fact that Fairy Zixia was cultivated from the wick of Tathagata Buddha, and it also belongs to the attribute of fire. It is precisely because of this that the final success was achieved.
Monkey King retracted the restraint, and helped the pale-faced Hai Long. The golden hair on its whole body trembled slightly, and the excitement in his heart had reached its peak. The eyes of the fiery-eyed golden spirit were filled with excited tears. He kept inputting his mana into Hai Long's body, and through transformation, he replenished the energy of chaos that Hai Long had used.
After taking a long breath, Hai Long's main body slowly opened his eyes. There was a gratifying smile in his eyes, he looked at Sun Wukong and said, "Master, it's not your fate. It should be successful."
"Thank you, thank you, Hai Long, master, the only regret I had for so many years has finally been made up. Zixia can come back to me again. For me, everything is no longer important. Hai Long, I..." Sun Wukong choked up Speechless, this all-powerful Monkey King who once made a big fuss in the Immortal Palace was as fragile as a virgin who just got involved in love.