Taking advantage of the great Asura's spirit, his consciousness was shattered. Yang Ji's consciousness was like a waiting army. In an instant, it swarmed out from behind the small stone between his eyebrows, attacking the city like a wind and lingering clouds.
"Buzz!"
As soon as Yang Ji thought about it, a cool and refreshing energy immediately poured out from the small stone between his eyebrows and poured into Yang Ji's mind as before, quickly replenishing Yang Ji's mental power.
"Fortunately, I almost thought the little stone between my eyebrows was just ruined."
Yang Ji breathed a long sigh of relief, and his heart was relieved. The stone between the brows had changed a lot. The stone shell was gone, and it looked like it had consumed a lot of energy.
Yang Jizhen was really afraid that if he gave up this time and tempted the great Asura to attack, the little stone between his eyebrows would no longer be able to replenish his spiritual power. But now it seems that he was overly worried.
Yang Ji now understood that the energy of the little stone between the brows actually came from something else, but from the mysterious five-color sutra painting that was put away.
Moreover, Yang Ji made another surprising discovery:
The consciousness of the great Asura was shattered by the Buddha's big hand and divided into thousands of streams of consciousness. At the same time, it was purified and changed by the power of the Buddha's big hand, turning it into an ownerless thing without any imprint.
In other words, anyone can now absorb these streams of consciousness and convert them into their own spiritual power.
This was something Yang Ji had never encountered before, and it was also a huge surprise that was completely unexpected.
"What a great opportunity! This is truly a catastrophe that will lead to good fortune in the future!..."
Yang Ji was very excited. This was the spiritual power of a quasi-sage level! Time waits for no time. Yang Ji was afraid that the great Asura would try to snatch back these lost streams of consciousness, so he quickly activated his spiritual power, constantly attacking cities and plundering lands, and devouring these ownerless people.
His spiritual consciousness. Wherever he goes, countless streams of consciousness follow him.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's originally stagnant mental power surged like mushrooms under the nourishment of these masterless streams of consciousness. Not only that, the Great Asura introduced golden essence and blood into Yang Ji's body to transform his body.
Now that the great Asura's consciousness has been shattered, some of this majestic blood essence energy has also returned to Yang Ji.
"It's so hot. Such a huge amount of heat..."
Yang Ji secretly said. The blood essence energy of the Great Asura Quasi-Saint level is extremely burning. Yang Ji now feels like rolling magma is flowing in his body, and his whole body is extremely hot.
More than that, a burning murderous intention and desire to fight slowly emerged from his heart. Yang Ji knew that this was due to the influence of the Great Asura.
These ownerless consciousnesses are the Great Asuras. The Great Asuras are the fighting kings of the underworld. This kind of fighting and killing is deeply rooted in his bones and has become an instinct.
Yang Ji absorbed his spiritual energy, which is equivalent to absorbing this instinct of fighting and killing. Not only that, the quasi-holy essence and blood that Yang Ji won originally belonged to the great Asura.
In the process of receiving energy, Yang Ji also accepted these things.
Time was running out and opportunities were rare. Yang Ji didn't care to think too much. While suppressing the fighting and killing in his heart, he swallowed these scattered streams of consciousness like lightning and took over his body at the same time.
From the cerebral cortex to the neck, to his hands, shoulders, chest... In just a short period of time, Yang Ji regained control of most of his body.
The blood redness in the left and right pupils quickly faded, and on the dark gold metal ground. Yang Ji blinked his eyes, his sculptural body moved, and his whole temperament suddenly changed drastically. From the cold before,
The cruel Great Asura's style changed back to Yang Ji's own appearance.
And Yang Ji's mental power was also nourished by the spiritual power of Great Asura, breaking through the bottleneck of the seventh-level martial arts sect and reaching the level of the eighth-level martial arts sect.
At least in terms of mental strength, if Yang Ji encounters the Great Asura again, he will definitely not be able to fight back.
"Very good!"
Yang Ji almost roared with excitement. In this frustrating battle to seize the body, he had only now taken the initiative.
To reach the spiritual strength of the eighth level of martial arts from the sixth level of martial arts, spanning two great realms, is simply an incredible miracle. But Yang Ji did it.
Yang Ji now has a feeling. His feeling for the vitality of heaven and earth is much sharper than before. He also vaguely feels some higher-level vitality between heaven and earth.
These energies, whether cold or hot, red or blue, are always floating there, but Yang Ji's mental strength is not strong enough to feel them.
"Isn't this the vital energy that only the Great Wuzong can feel and absorb?!"
Yang Ji was secretly shocked. If this was the case, it would be amazing. In theory, it meant that he might be able to absorb the energy of the Great Martial Sect at the sixth or seventh level of martial arts!
I'm afraid even the evil prince, Yang Xuanlan and the others can't do this, it would be extremely shocking.
Without any time to think, Yang Ji quickly stopped Qi Nian. His mental power surged like huge waves, rushing towards his Dantian like huge waves and floods, preparing for the final decisive battle.
Now with the mental strength of the eighth level of martial arts, coupled with the support of Xiaoshi, Yang Ji finally has the confidence to kill the great Asura in a face-to-face battle of attrition.
However, the development of the matter was beyond Yang Ji's expectation. From the center of his eyebrows down to the abdomen of his Dantian, Yang Ji encountered almost no decent resistance along the way.
The mental trauma suffered by the Great Asura was far more serious than Yang Ji imagined. Moreover, Yang Ji also discovered something. The Great Asura seemed to have adopted a method of cutting off the tail of a gecko to sever his soul and consciousness, thereby removing himself from the palm of the Buddha.
He escaped with his life.
"Yang Ji, don't be too proud. You have absorbed my consciousness, which is equivalent to inheriting the killing and bloodthirsty of our great Asura clan. Unfortunately, you are not an Asura at all! I lost this battle, but I will definitely
The roll comes back, just wait!..."
The resentful voice of Great Asura sounded in Yang Ji's mind. His voice was extremely weak, as if he might die at any time.
The damage caused by that palm to him was far more severe than Yang Ji imagined. He even had no ability to absorb the stray stream of consciousness.
Buzz, as soon as the Great Asura's voice fell, his breath completely disappeared. Yang Ji blasted towards the direction where his breath came from, only to find that it was just a small piece of insignificant consciousness that the Great Asura had severed.
But the main consciousness of the Great Asura is missing.
Yang Ji searched his body but couldn't find where he was hiding.
"Hmph, you must have sealed yourself. Only in this way will no breath leak out, let alone be discovered by me."
Yang Ji snorted coldly and understood in his heart. This is indeed a good method. If the Great Asura were still at the original quasi-sage level, Yang Ji would really be on pins and needles and restless.
It's a pity that although the great Asura screamed fiercely, his appearance was fierce and his heart was weak. He didn't even try to restrain his scattered mental power. His level of weakness was appalling.
The last roaring threat was just a bluff, and in reality it was just about escaping to save one's life.
"...However, you still can't be careless. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. If you really let him come back, it will be too late to regret it. You still have to find a way to get him out."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
He was not in a hurry. The great Asura had received a fatal blow. Now he was at the end of his battle. The most urgent task was to calm down the disordered blood energy in his body.
This battle with the Great Asura used his own body as the battlefield, causing chaos in the body. The Great Asura was originally capable of guiding and restraining him. But when the Great Asura left like this, the blood and energy in his body suddenly seemed to be drained.
Wild horses, all out of control.
And what's worse is that Yang Ji discovered that the great Asura detonated all the blood essence energy at the moment when he cut off his tail to survive.
The Great Asura seemed to have long expected that Yang Ji would take over his body after his disastrous defeat. Therefore, he poured a flood of essence and blood energy that far exceeded Yang Ji's current level into Yang Ji's body. This made the original bad state of Yang Ji's body even worse.
Everything needs to be handled by Yang Ji.
"Buzz!"
There is no time to think too much. Divide the consciousness into thousands of strands, while swallowing the remaining stream of consciousness of the Great Asura, combing the body, integrating the essence and blood energy of the Great Asura, and taking over other parts of the body at the same time.
"What a powerful energy!"
Yang Ji devoted himself wholeheartedly and tried his best to take over the paralysis left by the great Asura. But gradually, Yang Ji felt that something was wrong, and his body felt like it was on fire.
The essence and blood energy of the Great Asura was too violent, like a wild horse running wild, which made Yang Ji feel uncontrollable. The Great Asura detonated all the energy of the golden essence and blood in one final blow, and introduced it all into Yang Ji's body. This was already
It is beyond Yang Ji's ability.
This high-level essence and blood energy should not be used in this way. Instead, it should be digested bit by bit. Yang Ji now feels as if his body is expanding and exploding.
Not only that, as Yang Ji devoured the scattered stream of consciousness of the Great Asura, a powerful impulse to kill and violently filled his heart, which continued to accumulate and became stronger and stronger.
Yang Ji was able to suppress it at first, but later he gradually became unable to suppress it. By the time Yang Ji felt something was wrong and wanted to stop, it was already too late.
What's even more terrifying is that Yang Ji discovered that this idea of killing and violence actually echoed the blood energy of the Great Asura in his body, and he drew energy from it, and the cocoon grew stronger.
"call!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath, shook his feet, couldn't stand, and almost fell down.
"No, I can't control this energy at my current state."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he managed to steady his body. His eyes went dark, and he couldn't see things clearly. And he didn't know when it started. Yang Ji noticed that there was a blood color in his vision, and everything seemed to look like...
It's like blood red.
The body is getting heavier and heavier, and Yang Ji feels top-heavy. There is a strong violence in his chest, and he wants to kill and destroy everything.
"No, I can't stay here."
Yang Ji felt that he could no longer control himself. In the dark, Yang Ji thought of Pingchuan City, which was not far from the Demon Suppressing Formation.
He can still control himself now, but Yang Ji is afraid that if he is controlled by the killer later, he will rush into Pingchuan City and kill him, which will be a shocking disaster.
"I can't stay here. I must leave here while I'm still conscious..."
Yang Ji half-knelt on the ground and blinked. At some point, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His eyes were red and blood-like, and his mouth was salty when he licked it.
Countless pictures that were once similar but unfamiliar passed through his mind. Yang Ji saw the land of the underworld again, and saw himself standing on the earth with piles of corpses at his feet, like mountains and seas.
Yang Ji saw himself killing non-stop, his mouth slightly twitching, his expression cruel and cold, looking like he was enjoying himself very much. Evil ghosts, yakshas, rakshasas, flying yakshas, and even human warriors...
Yang Ji even saw that ten years ago, endless underworld creatures erupted from the passage of time and space, falling all over the earth like heavy rain. He was suspended in the void and looked at the city below. Countless ordinary humans were filled with panic and screamed.
In that city, there was a person who seemed familiar, elegant, otherworldly, and somewhat similar to himself, looking up at him with wise eyes, calm expression, and no trace of fear.
That city is called Pingchuan City!
That human being is called Yang Du.
"So that's the father?"
Yang Ji had a rare moment of clarity. Yang Ji knew that what he saw actually had nothing to do with him. It was the memory of the great Asura King of Battle.
This was the first time that Yang Ji saw his father who turned the tide ten years ago through the eyes of others! The father and son left together. Although Yang Ji knew that his father was an official in the court, it was the first time that he saw him outside.
