Seizing the Body

Fu Yu didn't know these things that happened outside her consciousness, nor did she know that she had almost died under Song Qingyun's sword several times. Her consciousness was facing the biggest crisis in her life.

When the golden light entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Fu Yu did not react at first. It was not until the golden light bit her soul that she realized that she had been attacked by an evil spirit, and the owner of the evil spirit was probably a

The fake fairy at the top of the entire continent.

The ball of golden light is the size of a fist, and Fu Yu's soul looks much smaller in comparison. However, the color of the golden light, one of the nine, is also obviously different, it is white.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to escape there, become one with me, and achieve the path of true immortality?"

Although Fu Yu's soul was small, it was very solid. One was golden and the other was white. The two souls were entangled together. However, after chewing the golden soul for a long time, it felt like an old man gnawing on a bone. It took a long time but he couldn't bite it off.

A corner of the white soul.

Logically speaking, Qing Kai was once a fake immortal, and after thousands of years of wear and tear, his remnant soul should be far superior to a foundation-building monk even if it was much weakened. Unfortunately, the Fu Yu he chose was also a freak.

Ever since he obtained Mu Qingyun's memory and reshaped his body in the spirit egg, Fu Yu's soul has long been multiple times that of ordinary monks of the same level, and after experiencing enlightenment, the purity of his soul is also extraordinary and comparable to that of ordinary foundation-building monks. Such a weak one

Strong, the white soul has persisted until now under the bite of the golden soul.

How could Fu Yu believe his lies? The small white light group fiercely hit the golden light group, and the two light groups collided and rolled together.

“If you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol!”

Seeing the small white light group resisting, the golden light group smiled arrogantly, and actually divided into three small golden light groups, surrounding the white light group.

The white light group was a little panicked at first, and then bounced up and down on the spot. Before the golden light group could react, it rushed towards the nearest small golden light group at an extremely fast speed.

"ah--"

Qingkai's remnant soul screamed.

"You, what are you doing?!"

what?

Of course I'll bite you while you're at it!

I bite, I bite, I bite, bite, bite.

The white light group moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye the small golden light group shrank in size.

"Ah! Let me go and I'll tell you how to leave the secret realm."

The white light ball didn't care what he said, it only knew to bite quickly and hard. If you don't eat at this time, are you waiting to be eaten?

The other two small golden light balls also rushed forward, and they pounced on the white light ball, bumping and biting it, but it was of no use at all. The small golden light ball that was pressed below was almost finished, and Qing Kai finally became anxious.

The remaining two small golden light groups condensed together in panic.

After chewing a small golden ball of light, the white ball of light burped, and even the pain from being bitten seemed to have weakened a bit.

Qing Kai's remnant soul saw a circle of white light that had grown larger, and he actually felt a little regretful. If he had known that this girl's soul was so weird, he would not have chosen her even if she had a space spirit root.

I bite, I bite!

The white light group has only one thought, and that is to bite, bite the golden light group.

Although they were split apart, the three small golden light groups were essentially his soul. Now one was swallowed by the white soul, and its pain was directly transmitted to the golden light group. Qingkai's remaining soul felt as if it was being torn apart.

Now seeing the white light group rushing up again, the golden light group trembled, opened its big mouth and pounced forward, and the two light groups, one white and one gold, started a new life-and-death battle.

Fu Yu's soul was fighting with the remnant soul of Qingkai who had taken the body, but outside of his consciousness, Song Qingyun was still trying his best to conceal the identity of the person who had taken the body.

"When I got the jade tablet, there was also a handwritten note, which recorded the incarnation of the fake immortal in the secret realm. It also mentioned that the essence and blood of the foundation-building monks were needed to awaken the remnant soul of the inheritor, so I watered it with the essence and blood."

"If you don't know the identity of the remnant soul during his lifetime, how can you find the other person's descendants and obtain the blood essence?"

Ouyang Wushuang crossed his arms with his chest.

Song Qingyun sneered: "Who said you want the blood essence of future generations? What is in the porcelain bottle is my own blood essence."

The essence and blood will be absorbed as soon as it comes into contact with the wooden strips. As long as there is no evidence, no one can be sure that what he is telling is not the truth.

"So you admit that you deliberately wronged Fellow Daoist Han?"

Seeing that Sikong Zhao had taken over the conversation, Zhang Yu tugged on his sleeves and signaled him not to argue, otherwise he would be angry to death again.

Sure enough, Song Qingyun looked over with confusion on his face: "When did I wrongly accuse fellow Taoist Han? It was everyone's guess that I concealed it. As for the rest, I just wanted to eliminate the hidden danger in advance."

After saying that, she put her spirit sword in her hand on the ground and simply sat down cross-legged on the spot. At the end, she did not forget to remind: "Night is coming, if the remnant soul of the deceased wakes up at that time..."

Everyone present was shocked. Although Song Qingyun's words were unclear and she must be hiding something, her words were quite reasonable. Han Yu was just a foundation builder. How could his soul be compared with the remnant soul of a fake immortal? Such a serious question "

If she "woke up, wouldn't they be in trouble?"

"Even if you succeed in seizing the body, it is still a foundation of cultivation, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"

Song Qingyun suddenly raised his head and looked at the speaker. After staring for a while, he looked back and said nothing.

Others did not expect that Lu Qing, who had been leaning against the wooden bars and standing aside like a bystander, would suddenly speak out at this time, and his words clearly meant that he wanted to protect Han Yu, at least until he wakes up.

He is one of the only two people here who has perfect foundation-building skills, and everyone who has traveled with him knows that he has great fighting prowess, so his words naturally carry weight.

Does Han Yu have any special identity? Otherwise, why would the two people from Tianqi Sect and the unidentified Lu Qing speak for her?

Song Qingyun frowned, and her heart was extremely confused. If she couldn't kill Han Yu, she didn't know whether she hoped that Qingkai's ancestor would succeed or fail.

Ancestor Qingkai concealed the matter of seizing the body. It seems that the information Master received was wrong. So, would this so-called ancestor really have feelings for himself, a descendant of the sect? He might even have been the ancestor of Qingkai in the first place.

She might be the one who wants to seize her body.

Song Qingyun's hand holding the hilt of the sword pinched the palm of his hand with too much force without even realizing it. He especially thought about the possible consequences after Han Yu regained consciousness.

Although it is almost impossible, if it is Han Yu herself who wakes up, then she will definitely learn his identity from the memory of the ancestor's remnant soul, and what is more, the secret of the space stone cannot be kept, so wouldn't her trip

…

Everyone has their own thoughts, and the waiting time is particularly long. When night comes, the rate of loss of spiritual energy almost doubles. It used to consume a medium-sized crystal stone almost every quarter of an hour, but now it can't last longer than a cup of tea.

In order to prevent Fu Yu's spiritual energy from being sucked dry, Zhang Yu and Sikong Zhao each alternated every two hours, taking turns watching Fu Yu stuffing crystal stones into her mouth.

Until the night finally passed and the gray day came again, Fu Yu's eyes finally opened.
Chapter completed!