Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 115 Try your best, sleepy God is busy
Liu Xianfeng saw the young master folding his hands and clasping his hands, slowly sitting on the high platform with his eyes closed, and there was a light green light shining on his body.

She was stunned for a moment and immediately guessed that the young master had been plotted by the gods and was in serious trouble.

"Douya, think of a solution quickly...how can we help the young master?"

Liu Xianfeng screamed, and when she turned her head to look, she saw the black cat walking unsteadily, staggering and hitting the foot of the wooden platform. It couldn't get up for a while, swallowed up the little golden light, and looked like it might fall asleep at any time. .

How can this be good?

Liu Xianfeng showed his figure again, quickly took out a communication talisman, silently recited a few words and punched it in the air.

It was still dark, so she had no choice but to ask for help from Shopkeeper Hei.

Hope you can make it in time?

He waved his hands to the few mortals who were looking around and said, "You retreat quickly and don't disturb us."

Yu San, an old man, understood the importance and hurriedly brought his two sons and his nephew into the main room and closed the door so as not to make any noise.

The sore wound in a child does not require any medication and has healed, which is a great joy.

He didn't dare to make the little fairy angry.

In the sea of ​​consciousness deep in Xu Yuanchang's divine court, a bit of golden light transformed into a god wearing mighty divine clothing.

The deity had a square face, three long beards on his chin, and a heavenly crown on his head. He looked at the six-sided nine-step altar shrouded in mist in front of him. Although it was only imaginary, he was still very satisfied. He laughed and said: "No. Thinking that there are still people in the lower realm cultivating the 'Creation God Platform', it is a great advantage for me, and it can be used to refine a distracted body to withstand the disasters of the lower realm."

He sensed some slight tremors and fluctuations coming from the altar in the Taoist priest's body, and decided to plot the plan with the Taoist priest instead of going back to heaven to continue being punished.

The green mist drifts into thin waves, one after another, seemingly trying to stop the gods from moving forward.

"You are not overestimating your abilities. A mere second-level monk who knows only a little about divine consciousness dares to show off in front of this god?"

There was a trace of sneer on the god's face, and he waded through the green mist waves that only reached his knees, dismissing it: "I dared to bargain with this god before and set terms. It was simply a fool's errand."

He descended to earth and experienced tribulations without a divine body.

His abilities are limited and he cannot display his magical powers, but once he enters the sea of ​​consciousness of the monks on the second floor, the world will be his.

He also suffered a big loss just now. He didn't expect that the little Taoist priest had a treasure in his hand that could destroy the soul. If he hadn't seen the opportunity and turned the soul into three, he would have almost capsized in the gutter and was unlucky.

He casually dispersed the insignificant green mist that hit him, and it fell to the phantom altar where a sudden change occurred.

A thick green mist rose from the altar, and one of the vaguely ancient runes was wrapped around his feet. The god was shocked. He stamped his feet several times and failed to get rid of the seeping runes. He shouted: "How is it possible? My destiny is 'illusion'." Word magic power?"

He felt something was not good, and wanted to rush into the sky to clear away some of the influence of the magical power of the word "phantom" on him, and then wait and see for a while.

The green mist that he ignored around him surged with the rising mist to form a huge transparent hexahedron. Each side had nine small faces, rotating and changing unpredictably, and it had already enveloped him and trapped him in the middle.

He was lost in it for a moment and couldn't tell where things were.

"Use your spiritual consciousness to transform the center of the Nine Fantasy Palace... Who are you?"

The god almost went crazy. What kind of little monster did he encounter?

Being able to transform a small amount of spiritual consciousness into the center of the Nine Fantasy Palace, could such a method be done by a young monk from the second floor?
The god shouted: "Fellow Taoist, I am the God General Chang Shou Lin, and I am an old acquaintance with the Lord of the Nine Fantasy Palace. Which great power are you reincarnated? Do you still remember?"

Xu Yuanchang, who was sitting cross-legged on the wooden platform, was sweating on his forehead, and it was only then that he breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not expect that the divine light would break into three under the attack of the magic money, and they would escape separately. One of the divine lights was so weird that it crashed into the wood grain protection he had arranged on his body, broke into his body, and almost died. It scared the living daylights out of him.

No matter how weak the god is, he is as comfortable as a fish in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he will not feel bad if he destroys other people's sea of ​​consciousness.

In his desperation, an idea suddenly came to his mind. He might be able to use the energy of his spiritual consciousness to simulate the center of the Nine Illusion Palace, trap the god for a moment, find a way to move it out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and then use magic money to destroy it.

Unexpectedly, he succeeded in one step and successfully simulated the center of the Nine Fantasy Palace.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, he felt omnipotent, as if he was a god.

As soon as the god finished speaking, he suddenly turned his figure into three rays of golden light, rushing in three directions and breaking through the formation at the same time.

Xu Yuanchang's expression was solemn, the suspicious tactics did not work on him, and he had a deeper understanding of the insidiousness and cunning of this god.

The center of the illusory Nine Fantasy Palace is driven to rotate rapidly with a single thought. According to the Nine Palaces Qimen taught by Zeng Wanglou, it pushes countless pieces to rotate in several directions, which is dizzying.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, he can use what he has learned at will to resolve the impact caused by the three golden lights.

The god roared angrily, "Boy, you can't trap me, who are you?"

Xu Yuanchang ignored it and tried to expel the three golden lights one by one. However, his spiritual energy was still insufficient. The blue mist consumed too much, and soon after, the three light spots were washed away and a flaw appeared.

The central block is in danger, the mist is overflowing, and it will collapse if it can't hold on for long. Seeing that the opponent was about to succeed in breaking through the formation with brute force, Xu Yuanchang gritted his teeth and lowered the "Rubik's Cube" into the virtual altar.

Even if the altar for praying to the gods is abolished, this scourge must be suppressed for a while.

He has no experience in soul fighting.

He made his decision purely based on his brain instinct, and there was no time for him to think carefully and deduce it.

The center of the Jiuhuan Palace, which was about to fall apart, easily merged into the altar. The three golden lights suddenly fell into sticky pressure, and they no longer had the energy to rush forward.

The god shouted: "You let me out, otherwise I will risk serious injuries and destroy the foundation of your cultivation."

In desperation, he stopped even calling himself God.

Xu Yuanchang ignored him. Whatever the other party was afraid of, he should work hard in that direction.

Finally getting a chance to breathe, he maintained a calm state of mind, slowly adjusted his breath, silently visualized the earth, increased the invisible pressure on the gods trapped in the altar, repaired the damaged areas of the center of the Nine Fantasy Palace, and prepared for a protracted battle. .

The green mist floating in the sea of ​​​​consciousness quickly gathered and disappeared into the altar.

Fighting with the gods is a matter of life and death. Xu Yuanchang will never be threatened, let alone compromise with them.

Now that you've decided to take action, don't be hesitant, just use means to end it.

The three points of golden light want to merge into one, but now it has become a luxury wish that is so far away.

The god was trapped in a cocoon and suffered unspeakably. He burst out with energy and struggled bravely, shouting "misunderstanding, fellow Taoist", "why fight for a trivial matter and losing both sides" and other disturbing words.

The battle in the sea of ​​​​consciousness is extremely dangerous, and a little carelessness will lead to catastrophe.

Xu Yuanchang has devoted himself wholeheartedly, paying no attention to the external situation, not to mention the passage of time, and going all out to suppress and destroy the intruding gods. No matter how soft or harsh words the other party says, he will not be moved.

He wanted to consolidate his temporary advantage into a complete victory.

If you don't kill the thief, you will suffer from it. You must not give the other party any opportunity to take advantage of it.

He believed that Liu Xianfeng could handle the minor finishing issues outside.

He has a partner he can trust and has nothing to worry about.

Hei Xiayi hurried from the city, it was the darkest time before dawn, listened to Xiao Shumei quickly tell what happened, and carefully observed Xu Yuanchang's breath fluctuations and the rise and fall of Qi on the stage.

In this case, it was clear that a little spirit had broken into Xu Yuanchang's consciousness sea space, and the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle.

She didn't dare to intervene rashly, fearing that she would do bad things with good intentions and cause trouble to Xu Yuanchang, which would be a disservice.

You don't have to be highly cultivated to be able to drive your spiritual consciousness into other people's consciousness space at will.

In other words, her cultivation level is not high enough.

Put the sleeping black cat lying on the ground into a spirit animal bag.

She kept two spiritual pets, which were originally used to look after the family and protect the home. She did not expect them to be able to advance to the third level. However, they had benefited from the long days of living with Xu Yuan, and each of them devoured a little divine light.

There is a possibility of breakthrough in the future.

"Sister Hei, is there anything you can do to help the young master?"

Liu Xianfeng was almost crying.

Hei Xiayi comforted him: "Your master's breath is stable and his energy has not weakened. Let's wait for now. He can handle it on his own."

As the owner of Heiji Inn and the leader of the demon hunters in the county, she has a distributed third-level soul-killing needle on hand, which can be used to deal with Xu Yuanchang and the weak gods who seize the body without distinguishing between friend and foe, so she cannot use it unless absolutely necessary.

She also felt very strange in her heart. What kind of secret method did Xu Yuanchang have to resist the intrusion of gods into his body?

After such a long time, it seems that they still have the upper hand, which is very powerful.

If it were the other monks on the second floor, they would have been devoured by the gods and fled away long ago. How could they wait until she came from the city?

After thinking about it, she waved a message to Qi Xingshan and Bi He, asking them to come.

In case of an accident, it would be good to have two more helpers.

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(End of this chapter)