Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

Chapter 98 What kind of substitute?
For monks, the body is both the carrier of the soul and the shackles.

Xiaoyaomen believed in this point, so they almost gave up the tempering of the physical body, and focused on cultivating the soul.

At this time, Chang Yi's soul was already on the verge of collapse. Relying on his own strength, it was difficult to break free from the shackles of his body, which corresponded to Xiaoyaomen's theory that "the body is the shackles".

Ming Xuzi's consciousness approached Chang Yi carefully in the sea of ​​consciousness, and called out a few words in a low voice, "Chang Yi, wake up."

When it came to the sixth or seventh time, Chang Yi's spirit finally responded.

The soul, which was about to drift away, regained some solidity, and began to gradually regain consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the soul transformed into the appearance before the injury, a handsome young male cultivator, his brows were full of vigor, he was taken aback when he saw Ming Xuzi appearing in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then asked in doubt: "Who are you? "

He didn't seem to realize what happened to him.

Mingxuzi sighed softly in his heart, and reminded: "Your soul is not stable, I don't have so much time to explain it to you, you come out with me first, your senior sister Changhui is still waiting for you outside!"

After all, Ming Xuzi wanted to break open Chang Yi's sea of ​​knowledge.

Chang Yi's spirit was shaken, and after seeing Ming Xuzi's intentions, his spirit left and enveloped him.

Even though his spirit was on the verge of collapsing, the strength he displayed in an instant still shocked Ming Xuzi.

"Stop." Ming Xuzi dodged a few times, seeing that Chang Yi was still chasing after him, and seeing that he was about to force his consciousness out of the sea of ​​consciousness, he hurriedly explained: "Chang Hui asked me to take you The soul has left the sea of ​​consciousness, I have no malice towards you! You can feel it for yourself, whether the soul can no longer perceive the physical body?"

Chang Yi was taken aback when he heard the words.

Only then did he stop, and after a few breaths of silence, his eyes were full of disbelief.

In a daze, his chaotic consciousness regained a bit of clarity, remembering that he was experiencing the thunderstorm before, and the thunder was raging, his body could not withstand the thunderstorm, his meridians were broken, and there was no good flesh left in his body.At the last moment before his consciousness became blurred, he seemed to see a silver light wandering through the tribulation thunder.

Seeing that Chang Yi didn't intend to leave yet, Ming Xuzi raised his hand to blur a picture, which Chang Hui told him before coming in, and if Chang Yi didn't go with him, he would show him the picture.

"Chang Yi, time is running out, there is no room for delay, follow me quickly."

Chang Yi's gaze stayed on the picture.

That was an imprint they found in the relics of their master Daoyuan Patriarch. No one knew about this picture except the six remaining brothers and sisters in Luxia Peak.

The guard in his eyes finally became a little less, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Mingxuzi made another move, and he didn't stop him anymore.

The sea of ​​consciousness broke open, and he never felt the slightest pain.

In the quiet side hall, Chang Hui and two Xiaoyaomen elders were staring intently at the corpse in the ice coffin.

After a slight wave of spiritual energy, Ming Xuzi's spirit came out one step at a time and returned to his body.

Immediately afterwards, a phantom appeared in the room.

This figure is very thin, if you don't look carefully, you can't even see him floating there.

Seeing him, Changhui's eyes were flushed, and the heart that had been holding her was finally let go.

"It's good to come out, it's good to come out."

"Sister..."

Chang Yi's dazed expression settled down, he looked around and saw Mingxuzi and the other two Xiaoyaomen elders floating in the room with his feet off the ground, his eyes were filled with surprise.

"This is where?"

A "person" like Mingxuzi, in the entire cultivation world, is only found in the Mo Dao Xiaoyaomen.

The answer is obvious.

The corner of Mingxuzi's mouth curled slightly, "As you think, this is the way of magic."

"I am the master of Xiaoyaomen, Mingxuzi."

"Chang Yi, time is running out, you listen to me first." Chang Hui briefly described what happened after Chang Yi was seriously injured and unconscious in the thunderstorm.

"In short, apart from practicing the exercises left by Senior Fu Zhe, it is difficult to find a second method to keep your mind still and continue to practice."

To put it bluntly, there is only one way left besides practicing this magic cultivation technique.

wait to die.

Of course Changhui hoped that his junior brother could live on, no matter what kind of way he lived, it was better than just dying and dying.But he was also worried that Chang Yi, who grew up in Ling Xiaozong and hated evil like a vengeful, would rather die than change the magic way.

Just when Chang Hui was feeling anxious, Chang Yi suddenly asked via voice transmission: "Senior Sister, did you just say that my Jie Lei was tampered with?"

Chang Hui nodded.

Chang Yi then asked: "Is there something else wrong with Master's death?"

Chang Hui lowered her eyes and nodded slightly.

Chang Yi's hesitant eyes gradually became firm, "Since that's the case, I can't give up my life so easily. Sister, I want to avenge my master."

He had already made a decision, and clasped hands with the three of Ming Xuzi in front of him, "Please pass on my skills, everyone."

...

In the bedroom, Yu Xi's guess made the wooden puppet fall into silence for a while.

Yu Xi hung "it" back on her waist, and in a flash, she came to the side hall where Chang Yi and Chang Hui were.

Just now, Ming Xuzi had taught Chang Yi the first part of Fu Zhe's exercises. This is the most critical part of the first half of the exercises. If he succeeded, he would be able to completely get rid of the constraints of his physical body and concentrate on cultivating his soul.If it fails, with Chang Yi's current situation, there is only one end to be lost.

Worried that her junior practice would not succeed, Chang Hui purposely set up soul-fixing jades and soul-locking arrays in the four corners of the room. In case of a real failure, she could gather the scattered remnants of the soul, and if she couldn't wait, there would be a glimmer of life.

Now that it has reached the most critical moment, Chang Yi's almost transparent soul is constantly being separated and reunited, and the fire of the soul is going out, which makes people worry.

But this is only the appearance that outsiders can see. Only those who have really practiced this kind of exercises can understand how painful Chang Yi is at this time.

Seeing Yu Xi coming here, Ming Xuzi floated to her side, and after saluting, he said in a low voice: "My lord, this son's perseverance is amazing. If he can really cultivate the Fu Zhe Kungfu, there will be great fortune in the future."

Unknowingly, there was a little more appreciation in Ming Xuzi's eyes.

At this moment, the spiritual power in the room suddenly stagnated, and then the surrounding spiritual energy gathered towards the center at the same time. The extinguished soul fire finally stopped flickering, and the illusory figure that absorbed all the surrounding spiritual energy finally became solid. At least the original appearance of the physical body can be vaguely seen.

He is a handsome male cultivator with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Seeing him like this, everyone in the room understood that the exercise was done!

Unexpectedly, some disciples of the Lingxiao Sect really switched to the magic way and managed to practice it.

Ming Xuzi looked Chang Yi up and down, then floated to Yu Xi's side, glanced at the wooden doll hanging on Yu Xi's waist, and quietly transmitted, "Your Majesty, this son's appearance is not worse than that of the concubine Mo, although he is not The physical body, but when he re-cultivates to the state of distraction, he can also condense the soul to replace the physical body. Why don't you leave him in the devil's palace to accompany you, so as to relieve your love for the magic concubine?"

The wooden doll around Yu Xi's waist trembled slightly.

What the hell is going on with the people of Mo Dao? He is still here, what kind of substitute is he going to use?
(End of this chapter)