Dao Fruit

Several shadows lingered around Sun Yong, looming. Looking intently, it could be seen that they were Zhan Fang and others. The shadows had no resentment at all, showing a sense of relief and fulfillment.

These were actually just obsessions, and their souls and thoughts had long been burned out.

Looking at these figures, Qiu Yan nodded, and under the reluctant gaze of Zhan Cheng and Zhan Zhen, he waved his sleeves, rippling a breeze, blowing past, and all the shadows disappeared with the wind, completely disappearing in the Shilin.

"I don't know how many souls have disappeared in the Shilin for countless years, silently, and may not even be able to enter the underworld..."

Shilin is a world of consciousness, where thoughts and ideas can be seen everywhere, and people who enter the forest exist as souls, which is equivalent to exposing their own thoughts to the outside world. If there is no barrier, the thoughts, thinking, and ideas of the outside world can easily invade.

Every person who stands in the Shilin is always under the infection of external thoughts!

What blocks the infection is one's own literary thoughts.

If the soul wants to gain a foothold in the literati community, it must have literary thoughts to protect itself and stabilize its own soul. Qiu Yan has roughly understood this point. He also understood why King Yan had taken action to snatch other people's literary thoughts.

"Without literary thoughts to protect oneself, after entering the literati community, one's soul will soon be infected by thoughts, assimilated by the world, and stagnant here. What will happen next is not clear, but it is not a good thing to come from the world of the living and it is difficult to return."

At this moment, the ground of the hall has returned to normal, and with the collapse of the silver-mercury dragon, dots of silver-mercury fell down, like a rainstorm, one drop at a time, and immediately formed a ball, rolling on the ground for a few times, and then merged into the ground and disappeared.

Faced with this situation, the people on the ground were dodging in a hurry. Fortunately, the coverage of the silver-mercury rainstorm was limited. It only covered a small half of the hall, leaving space for the Confucian scholars to hide.

Tang Qing, who had just taken action, also restrained his facial expression at this moment, and his soul flew away and hid in the corner of the hall.

In mid-air, Sun Yong's soul trembled violently, and his soul body had obvious changes. The silver mercury that merged with his soul further invaded, but it was not an equal fusion, but was devouring the soul body. To usurp it! Assimilate!

"Sun Yong does not produce literary thoughts himself, but robs others of their literary thoughts. This kind of robbed literary thoughts is a rootless tree after all. Once infected by the thoughts of the scholars, it is consumed very quickly! No wonder King Yan was so crazy at the beginning, almost undisguised plunder..."

Without the protection of literary thoughts, Sun Yong's soul was like a drowning person, and was quickly infected by silver mercury. His perception became trance. The perception of the outside world was so weak that it was almost zero!

"Young Master..."

Seeing this scene, Zhou Meng and Huang Xun flew up regardless of the turbulence of their souls and bodies, and protected Sun Yong. Separate literary thoughts to replenish Sun Yong's consumption, and stimulate their own will to suppress the expansion of silver mercury, trying their best to prevent Sun Yong's soul from being destroyed.

Qiu Yan did not mean to interfere. As the saying goes, the authorities are the most confused. Zhou and Huang, as subordinates of Sun Yong, saw such a scene. The first thing they thought of was to save Sun Yong, but Qiu Yan knew that all these were in vain.

Sun Yong first merged with the ore mother, added silver mercury to his body, and then manifested his own dragon energy to merge with it.

In this way, his power has skyrocketed, and his control over the hall has also increased a lot. When fighting against Qiu Yan, he has a greater chance of winning. He wants to suppress Qiu Yan and then control Qiu Yan's life and death!

But when the battle came to a head-on confrontation, Qiu Yan did not confront him head-on in terms of strength, but avoided the main issue and directly destroyed the foundation of Sun Yong's foothold in the literati circle with clever means, causing his literary thoughts to collapse and his soul to be exposed, and there was no longer any barrier between him and the silver mercury mine mother. In this way, Sun Yong's various advantages immediately became his own death warrant-

Sun Yong was able to merge with the silver mercury not by his own strength, nor by his understanding of the "Tao" accumulated in the mountain of books, but by relying on the layout of his ancestors and the use of mysterious techniques to succeed.

The premise of this kind of control is that his soul is not infected by the silver mercury.

Now, without the literary thoughts to establish himself, the silver mercury is no different from that of others for Sun Yong. In fact, because of the closer connection, it invaded his soul at the first time, trying to assimilate and devour Sun Yong and turn him into a part of the silver mercury!

This is not something that can be calmed by losing half of his life span. If he can't even save his own soul, how can he suppress Qiu Yan? Therefore, the seemingly fierce attack was immediately eliminated and resolved from the root.

And this trend of soul and mercury will not be calmed down by the actions of two people who have condensed their literary mind. The best case is just a delay of a few hours.

"This is also a case of harming others and harming oneself. Sun Yong's current situation is his own fault. I wanted to return to the original route and leave the cave, but this person took the initiative to send people to rob!"

Qiu Yan had no sympathy for Sun Yong, and would not do anything to forget the grudges with a smile.

From the beginning to the end, it was Sun Yong who was provoking.

On the other hand, after Zhou Meng and Huang Xun's will and literary infusion, as well as the suppression of silver mercury, Sun Yong's consciousness finally recovered a little clarity, and the soul body that was about to collapse had a tendency to re-condense.

However, his soul had been mixed with too much silver mercury, and it was powerless to save the situation.

The extremely cold and yin breath is a kind of supplement to the soul, but the silver mercury is also mixed with complex artistic conception and perception, which is devastating to the consciousness in the soul. The final outcome can only be that the soul body is still there, but the consciousness collapses, which is more miserable than death.

When a person dies, the soul goes to the underworld, and there is still a chance of reincarnation, but if the soul is there and the consciousness does not exist, only the soul shell remains, and it may even sink into eternal damnation.

"Zhou Meng, Huang Xun..." The soul struggled for a while, but could not get rid of the amalgam. Sun Yong opened his mouth to speak, but could not form a sound, and it just turned into a weak thought.

"Young Master! Don't be distracted! Once you are distracted and your mind is in a trance, you really can't control your soul..." Zhou Meng persuaded with earnest words, and at the same time, he poured his own will and literary thoughts into Sun Yong's soul. middle.

But Huang Xun kept reminding: "Young Master, you are connected to the palace, and you can adjust the cultural thoughts in the mountain to bless yourself!"

At this moment, an old voice came from above——

"Shanzhong Wensi? Shanzhong Wensi belongs to Shilin. Even if he is blessed, it is just a change from left hand to right hand. What use can it be? Other Confucian scholars have Wensi themselves. After blessing Shanzhong Wensi, their strength increased sharply. But it will not increase the stay time, but will speed up the assimilation with Shilin due to the combination with the mountain thoughts."

A figure fell from the clouds and stars, casting two cold and stern gazes, pointing directly at Sun Yong: "And you, Sun Yong, have no foundation at all. At this moment, you are even more like a soul flying and a god withered. Combining the literary thoughts in the mountains is tantamount to drinking poison to quench your thirst. In the final analysis, Everything you do is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.”

"Huh?" Qiu Yan followed the sound and found that the old man Beiming had reappeared after entering the clouds. His aura was weak and his soul was dim, which was very different from before.

Noticing Qiu Yan's gaze, Beiming bowed his hands and said directly: "Since the Sun family has been surrendered, I would like to ask Mr. Qiu to lend a helping hand to help me bring the young master out. If it is too late..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a long laugh.

I saw Sun Yong breaking free from the thoughts of Zhou Meng and Huang Xun and flying straight out. Compared with the weakness just now, he was unusually refreshed and energetic. His soul body, which was originally in a state of collapse, regrouped into a human form. , but the amalgam color on the soul body spreads rapidly, and is about to spread throughout the soul!

"Oh? Instead of preventing the amalgam from assimilating to the self-soul, you use the artistic conception of the amalgam to stimulate the self-soul, maintain the balance between the two, and stay awake. Are you going to risk everything and fight to the death?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Don't be delusional. In the past, when there was isolation of literature and thought, you could control the amalgam. Now that the civilization is extinct, as long as you mobilize the amalgam, you will not hurt anyone first. The artistic conception of amalgam will be added to the soul. The balance will be broken first, and then the artistic conception of amalgam will flow into the soul. in, completely losing myself!”

"Young Master!" Zhou Meng and Huang Xun looked worried. Huang Xun gritted his teeth and suddenly said: "Young Master, take away my literary thoughts and bless yourself!"

"Jing'er, you..." Zhou Meng looked surprised. Jing'er was Huang Xun's name.

But before the two of them could say a few words, Sun Yong raised his hand to stop him, and heard him say: "You have done enough. Sun's current situation, even if you supplement your literary thoughts, is still hopeless... "

Having said this, Sun Yong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's funny, I thought I had calculated everything, but in the end, I just took it for granted. And my great-uncle thought that by setting a precedent here, he could get the entire palace. , but he didn’t expect that he himself was being used. He thought he was a chess player, but in the final analysis, he was just a bigger chess piece.”

As he spoke, he looked up.

Above, the clouds are misty and the stars are twinkling.

"Huh?" After hearing this, Qiu Yan's heart moved, and the ominous feeling in his heart became stronger. But he also had a sense of something mysterious, feeling that his destiny was changing, and he felt a little desire.

But on the other side, the old man Beiming changed his color immediately. He opened his mouth to speak, but before his words came out, he was interrupted by the roar of thunder from above!

boom! boom! boom!

This roar was really deafening, coming from the clouds and stars, echoing repeatedly in the hall!

Then the clouds and mist rolled, and a huge figure shining with light was revealed in the clouds and mist!

"No! Why so fast!?" Beiming looked up and his expression changed drastically.

At the same time, Qiu Yan was shocked as he caught the rich aura of Shinto from the rolling clouds and mist!

"The breath of Shinto! How come there is the breath of Shinto? Is there a god in the clouds?"

Just when he was in shock and doubt, the stars twinkled in the clouds and mist, emitting an artistic conception of waking up from a big dream!

Below, everyone including Tang Qing suddenly screamed, black mist flowed on the soul body, the thoughts in the soul were pulled out by inexplicable force, and were controlled by a grand idea. Their knees bent and their bodies fell to the ground!

In an instant, a strong thought of incense rose up! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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