Li Ping stood quietly, feeling the unyielding thought of the sea beneath his feet.
In the face of a life-and-death crisis, any existence will do its best to struggle.
Li Ping also felt the fierce desire to survive in this ocean.
But its survival is a naked "evil thought" for the Xuanhuang Realm.
Li Ping claimed to be the incarnation of Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao, so he naturally could not stand on the side of Congyun Sea.
"Since you're here, just surrender."
“There is no need to make a meaningless struggle.”
With a thought, spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire ocean of Congyun.
The scenes on tens of thousands of islands and even the countless creatures living in the sea water all appeared in Li Ping's mind in an instant.
Li Ping was silent for a little.
“This is a necessary sacrifice.”
A trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, and a trace of golden light emerged from his body, and then scattered to all parts of the sea of ​​coniferous clouds.
The power close to the essence of the source power is the highest, and no one can detect it in the sea of ​​conjunction clouds where the god-transforming monk is in charge.
The golden light took only a few breaths to spread across the sea of ​​clouds. It penetrated deep into the ocean and reached the bottom sea bed.
At the bottom of the sea of ​​congyun, unknown violent tremors began to occur.
If you look from the sky, you can see the entire surface of the ocean, which is like a huge net.
Envelop this blue sea of ​​vitality.
In the sky, there were suddenly dark clouds.
The originally calm sea suddenly stirred up waves of storm.
Even the waves are even more violent than in previous storms.
Some islands capsized unexpectedly, and those spiritual islands with monks were also in danger in this storm.
The monks from Cong Yunhai looked at the changes in the world in surprise.
Some cultivators with keen sense of spiritual awareness and vaguely felt a sense of disaster in their hearts. They immediately changed their expressions and did not care about much. They fled here directly through the teleportation array of Wanxian Island.
Their escape also attracted the attention of a considerable number of people. A small number of monks chose to leave with them.
However, most people sneer at these "shocked and timid" escapees.
I hid in Wanxian Island with great peace and watched the scene of the changing colors between the sea of ​​clouds and the sky and the earth.
Li Ping ignored the monks who fled and did not care about these waiters.
His goal is only the remaining thoughts of Congyunhai from beginning to end.
The invisible golden net of ordinary monks has blocked the sea of ​​conglomerates.
The energy of the Force Essence accumulates and evolves in it, and a large array is about to show its glory.
Cong Yunhai's consciousness clearly felt the increasingly tightening of the golden giant net, and the storm caused became more and more violent.
However, in Li Ping's opinion, he was just incompetent and furious.
"How can the world consciousness be erased?"
Li Ping was thinking about this issue while building the formation.
"I use sentient beings to train the gods."
He soon thought of this peerless fierce formation.
"Even the true immortal can block one or two formations. It is not a big problem to deal with the remaining world idea."
"Countless meaningless thoughts will impact..."
As Li Ping set up the formation, many strange pictures began to appear in the sea of ​​congyun.
Those were twisted, desperate faces.
They howled and waved their arms.
It seemed as if he was asking for help, but it seemed that he was just a subconscious cry.
There are more and more strange faces appearing on the sky.
It is dense and filled almost every part of the vision.
In the ears of the creatures in Cong Yunhai, there was no sound in the ears of the wailing sounds of human faces.
"ah!"
Those who are not firm in will, influenced by these magical faces, soon become equally desperate and crazy.
But those who could barely persevere soon fell into an endless and terrifying nightmare.
They seemed to see a terrifying scene of a black sun rising in the sky and the whole world was on the verge of destruction.
It was like the despairing magic face in the sky, and we experienced this unimaginable disaster together.
The teleportation array of Wanxian Island is still open.
But all monks who saw thousands of faces in the sky lost the ability to control their own thoughts.
Regardless of the level of cultivation, from a young Qi-refining cultivator to a master of the God-Cultivating Island.
All are the same.
Although my mind was filled with endless despair, I couldn't even have the idea of ​​running away.
You know, the target of Li Pingbu’s formation was not the monks.
Just being affected has reached such a point. It is conceivable how cruel the Cong Yunhai’s consciousness is facing today.
With the remaining world idea of ​​a state, it is impossible to compete with it.
Amid the continuous howling of billions of magical faces, Li Ping felt that Cong Yunhai's will was dissipating.
The huge waves are slowly resting.
It seems that everything will pass, and the rain will clear.
But Li Fan knew that Cong Yunhai from then on would be different from before.
The process of erasing Cong Yunhai's consciousness lasted for a whole day.
During this period, all the monks who entered the Congyun Sea were affected and fell into terrifying illusions.
But there was no incident in which a large number of creatures fell at the same time, so the Wanxian Alliance had not had time to react.
The dark clouds dissipated in the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds was as clear as blue.
It's a bit terrible.
Li Ping felt the will of a sea of ​​clouds scattered between heaven and earth.
The golden giant net was slowly recycled, and the remnants of the world that had been dismembered by thousands of corpses were brought back to the body.
"Forehead……"
As Li Ping absorbed Cong Yun's consciousness, countless pictures began to flash in his mind.
Even though he was used to it, he always monitored everything in the Holy Dynasty's Great Revelation.
But the total amount of information between the two is not at the same level at all.
In the vast ocean, there are not only humans.
Under the calm sea, there are still billions of creatures reproduction.
If Li Ping had a subjective perspective, he would definitely not pay much attention to these creatures who did not even have wisdom.
But at this moment it is passively absorbed.
In the concept of world will, these fish are actually not essentially different from human monks.
Li Ping endured the severe pain in the sea of ​​consciousness and accepted all this information.
As if he had swallowed a great tonic, his soul also expanded like a balloon.
Li Ping's soul is already strong enough among the monks.
But as it grows rapidly at this moment, cracks are inevitable.
When ordinary monks encounter this situation, they can only wait in despair to let their souls go away.
But Li Ping is different.
With the aura of the Emperor of Heaven, he not only uses the Holy Dynasty to promote hundreds of millions of people as the anchor.
There is also the essence of the source and energy that transcends the world in the body.
The golden energy surged, repairing the wounds of the soul.
It also acts as a supplement for the expansion of the soul.
Chapter completed!