Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 1163: Seizing the Body (Part ) (Please subscribe, please bookmark)
The residual soul of the cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage risked its life to break into Sun Mingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness at the critical moment. This is also the most core place for a cultivator to control his physical body.

Here, no matter how many tricks and changes you have, you cannot bring them all into play. The only effective competition is the strength and solidity of your spiritual consciousness and the most primitive fighting between each other.

Faced with the remnant soul of a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage who was going crazy but was sure to win the subsequent battle for spiritual consciousness, Sun Mingsheng gradually calmed down from his panic.

As the owner of the physical body, Sun Mingsheng naturally has a natural advantage. Before the opponent has completely devoured his spiritual consciousness, he still has an absolute advantage in controlling his sea of ​​consciousness.

Although the remnant soul's strength before his death was at the Spirit Transformation Stage, under normal circumstances, Sun Mingsheng's strength would never be able to reach that level.

But the one who appeared in Sun Mingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness and tried to take over his body was just a remnant soul. Maybe he had some hidden tricks, but he was not without the ability to fight.

On the contrary, if Sun Mingsheng fell into panic because of momentary fear and danger, he would truly abandon his own advantages bit by bit, and transfer the huge advantage bit by bit to the position of the opponent's remnant soul, which may itself be the purpose of the remnant soul.

There are not many records about possession of another's body in the world of cultivation and the starry sky, but as a qualified cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, one should be well aware of the common sense that should exist.

"As expected of a former Spiritualization cultivator, you are cautious at every step, taking advantage of my greed and luck, but you led me into the trap step by step."

"But you are just a remnant soul. I wonder how much strength you can still exert as a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage? If you want to expel me through some shameful tricks, I'm afraid it won't be possible."

"It is impolite not to return the favor. Since you have entered the sea of ​​consciousness, as the host, how can I not express my welcome?"

Sun Mingsheng's consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness is only half the size of a fist. In terms of pure volume comparison, it is naturally incomparable to the remnant soul, but it is superior in terms of the solidity of the soul body.

Although the several fake spiritual treasures that are nurtured in the Dantian and that one can use with ease on a daily basis cannot appear here, the Three Flavors True Fire, which is a treasure technique passed down from generation to generation, can still be used.

Sun Mingsheng's small body was formed by the condensation of spiritual consciousness. When he opened his mouth, a thin hot flame like a rope came out. It gently rotated in the air, and based on this red silk thread, it was divided into ten parts, and rushed from different directions to the remnant soul that was stepping on a treasure like a brush under his feet.

Sun Mingsheng was not at all surprised at the appearance of this treasure in his sea of ​​consciousness. The remnant soul's plan for taking over another's body was quite detailed, and it was natural for him to accumulate a treasure over such a long period of time.

"Hmph, you don't know how to live or die. I am just a remnant of my soul, which is far from being comparable to a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like you. Since you are unwilling to surrender, I will definitely eat you bite by bite once I capture you."

"Soul-calming brush, calming"

In response to Sun Mingsheng's proactive attack, Canhun showed disdain on his face, and at the same time, a nameless anger rose in his heart.

In his opinion, this body is already in his pocket. After successfully taking over the body, the remaining soul also needs to devour its consciousness to replenish its vitality.

At this time, the longer the battle lasts, the more intense it becomes, and the consumption of the residual soul and Sun Mingsheng's own spiritual power will be in a rapidly increasing state.

Canhun has the character of a miser, so he naturally cannot be easily forgiven, just like Sun Mingsheng stole the treasure that originally belonged to Canhun.

The brush was gently waved in the air, and a huge word "Zhen" appeared directly in the sea of ​​consciousness. The three-flavor true fire that was originally surrounded from all directions suddenly stopped in the air and could not move. As the master of the sea of ​​consciousness, Sun Mingsheng's consciousness was still clear in his mind, but his small body was in an inexplicable situation and lost any resistance or even the slightest movement.

"How is it? This is the power of a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage. How can a country bumpkin like you resist this treasure that is used to suppress the sea of ​​consciousness?"

Seeing that everything was back under control, the remnant soul finally revealed a smug smile and look on his face. At the same time, his speed was also extremely fast. He directly bridged the distance between the two sides and appeared in front of Sun Mingsheng's mind, which was very close to him. He observed him carefully from head to toe, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

In fact, for the remnant soul in front of him, Sun Mingsheng is related to his success in taking over another body and whether he will be successful in embarking on the path of cultivation again in the future. It is not an exaggeration to call him a rare treasure.

The remnant soul that was originally observing him suddenly came up from another direction without any warning, biting directly on his body, tearing off a piece of his soul and swallowing it into his stomach.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much"

The defect in his spiritual consciousness brought Sun Mingsheng an irresistible pain that penetrated deep into his bones. The little figure in his sea of ​​consciousness, who had lost the power to move and resist under the influence of the word "Zhen" drawn by the brush, finally broke free from it completely with the help of this force.

As the strength that the little man in the sea of ​​consciousness had returned to his body, Sun Mingsheng endured the continuous severe pain caused by the loss of his spiritual consciousness. He did not feel the slightest fear, but instead advanced instead of retreating, appearing even more crazy.

Sun Mingsheng's small spiritual consciousness rushed forward, opened his mouth and bit the remnant soul's face without any hesitation, and under the impact of absolute strength, he also bit off a fist-sized piece of it alive and swallowed it into his stomach.

"You even know how to counterattack in your sea of ​​consciousness. Your cultivation is really solid. With one step at a time, everything will belong to me."

After being bitten, the remnant soul did not show any expression of pain, and even had a certain look of enjoyment for the pain that penetrated deep into its bones.

It seems that during the long period of training, any extra feeling is not pain but a rare enjoyment in memory.

After devouring a piece of spiritual consciousness from the remnant soul, Sun Mingsheng's small sea of ​​consciousness received a considerable supplement.

The small amount of spiritual consciousness that had disappeared due to being eaten was quickly replenished. At the same time, some of the original consumption in the spiritual consciousness was effectively expanded, and the spiritual consciousness figurine also became quite flexible.

"prison"

The remnant soul held a brush in his hand. The second one took shape quickly, and was quite steady, accurate and ruthless. It went straight to Sun Mingsheng's spiritual figure, trying to trap him directly in it.

"How can we successfully achieve our goal by repeating the same old tricks?"

Sun Mingsheng's spiritual being also had a new understanding of this. Facing the cage, it was directly submerged in the white mist at the edge of its sea of ​​consciousness.

(End of this chapter)