The old man circled around the body in front of him, frowned, and said: "It can't be an illusion. In the half-step immortal realm, hallucinations and delusions are impossible. Just now I really felt that there was something in this body.
A touch of consciousness.”
Zhuge Buliang said: "This is easy to handle. I will enter this body and see who this spiritual consciousness is."
"No!" Old Man Mo quickly said: "This ray of spiritual consciousness is unknown. I wonder if it is the remaining spiritual thought of Mo Shaluo."
"Senior, don't worry, I know it well." After Zhuge Buliang said that, his soul had already penetrated into the demonic body in front of him, but the seven divine acupoints remained outside. These seven divine acupoints are the key to his rebirth.
, it is safest to be guarded by a demonic old man.
The old man Mo opened his mouth, but it was too late to stop Zhuge Buliang. He had already penetrated into the body of Mo Sha Luo. The old man frowned slightly, raised his hand and waved, a light curtain closed the seven divine acupoints.
Get up.[
…
Zhuge Buliang's soul penetrated into the eyebrows of the fleshly body, and appeared above a black sea. The waves were surging, and the black sea water rolled up huge waves. There was a strong wind above the whole black sea, and seaspouts were rolling like oolongs.
The sea water is turned upside down.
"Hmm..." Zhuge Buliang groaned and appeared on this sea of ink. He felt an unprecedented pressure, because his current cultivation level has fallen to the realm of forgetfulness. In Kyushu, he can only transform into a god at best.
The realm of period.
"This...should be Mo Shaluo's sea of consciousness. I didn't expect that even if Mo Sha Luo died, his sea of consciousness would be preserved so completely." Zhuge Buliang murmured, controlling his soul to travel across this sea of ink.
"woo woo woo woo"
A strong wind blew above the sea of ink, and black clouds pressed down on the sky.
In the vast sea of ink, the strong wind is rolling up dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, there is a petrel flying proudly.
"Damn, it's not a Haiyan, what is that?" Zhuge Buliang was thinking of reciting two lines of poetry, but in a daze, he seemed to see a black shadow crossing the sky. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be
A black bird. The black bird shuttles between the black clouds and soars on this ink-colored sea.
Zhuge Buliang urged his soul and quickly followed him. The black bird seemed to have sensed Zhuge Buliang's presence, circled in the air, and then flew directly towards the depths of the ink sea.
The chase lasted for half an hour. Finally, the black bird stopped and turned into a black-haired man, standing proudly on the waves, with his hands behind his back, like a great devil, as if he
He is the master of this sea of ink. But his back is to Zhuge Buliang.
"Excuse me, are you Mo Sha Luo?" Zhuge Buliang's spirit floated over, but he did not dare to get too close.
The black-haired man said nothing, his back still facing Zhuge Buliang.
"Who are you? Are you Mo Sha Luo?" Zhuge Buliang asked again.
This time, the black-haired man spoke: "You...are back."
Zhuge Buliang was stunned when he heard this and said: "I'm back? What do you mean? Have I seen you?"
The black-haired man laughed and turned around. It turned out to be a skull face, with deep eye holes as terrifying as the abyss.
"hiss!"
Zhuge Buliang sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, was startled, and drifted away.
The man with black hair and skull face smiled and said: "I have always stayed in this body. I saw you when you came here. You are a seven-star treasure body, right?" [
"Um..." Zhuge Buliang had a strange feeling. He stared at the terrifying skull face of the black-haired man and said, "Yes, I am a Seven-Star Treasure Body. I would like to ask this senior, are you a Demon Killer Luo?"
The ferocious skull face of the black-haired man stared at Zhuge Buliang's soul, but did not answer Zhuge Buliang's question and said: "Your soul... actually entered this sea of consciousness directly. Could it be that you no longer have a physical body?"
Already?"
Under normal circumstances, a person's soul will never leave the physical body easily, unless the physical body is destroyed or there are some special circumstances. Otherwise, the three-dimensional soul will be dangerous for everyone.
Zhuge Buliang's spirit remained silent and did not speak.
"Child, come with me." The black-haired man's voice suddenly became much softer, and he turned around and transformed into a black bird again, flying towards the sea of ink.
Zhuge Buliang instinctively followed him. He didn't know why. Facing this strange man with a skull face, Zhuge Buliang felt a subconscious intimacy, just like the feeling he had when he saw Fallen Heaven.
Fallen Sky is the avatar of the previous Seven-Star Treasure Body Demon Sha Luo. Zhuge Buliang is a Seven-Star Treasure Body, so it is normal for him to feel familiar with Fallen Sky, but who is this skull-faced man in front of him?
The wind howled and the dark sea water rolled.
Above the sea of ink, there is a milky white light curtain, as clear as crystal, exuding a faint luster. From a distance, it shines like a star on this black sea.
The black bird turned into a man again and stopped in front of the milky white light curtain.
Zhuge Buliang's soul followed up and said, "What is this?"
The black-haired man with a skull face said: "This is a trace of memory left by Mosha Luo during his lifetime."
Zhuge Buliang was surprised: "Mo Sha Luo's memory during his lifetime? Then who are you?"
"Me?" The black-haired skull-faced man said with a bitter smile: "I am just a trace of Mo Shaluo's obsession." After saying that, the black-haired skull-faced man waved his hand and said: "Look!"
On the milky white light screen, circles of fluctuations spread, and the originally blurry light screen became clear. In Zhuge Buliang's surprised expression, a picture appeared on the light screen, a tall and heroic man standing proudly.
In the clouds, he is holding a black Fangtian painted halberd, and above his head is a flying sword that exudes the cold light of Aomori.
"He is...Mosha Luo?" Zhuge Buliang said.
"Yeah." The man with black hair and skull face nodded.
The heroic man in the light curtain is clearly Demon Shaluo. At this moment, he is holding a square-shaped painted halberd and galloping in the air. The Qingming Sword above his head is flying up and down, and the compelling sword intention is extremely sharp. At this time, two people
A man with golden light all over his body flew over, and without saying a word, he headed towards Mo Sha Luo and killed him.
Mo Sha Luo raised the black Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, and the black edge directly penetrated one of them.
The Qingming Sword above his head also flew out and cut off one person's head.
However, these two cultivators, whose bodies were radiating golden light, did not shed blood, but instead turned into little bits of golden light and dissipated into the void.
Zhuge Buliang's soul fluctuated. If it was not as expected, these two golden people must be the clones of chaos who were chasing Mo Shaluo back then.
At this time, a stunning woman appeared in the light curtain. This woman was extremely beautiful, holding a baby in her arms.[
Zhuge Buliang groaned softly, and he had a feeling that he had seen this stunning woman somewhere. Suddenly, Zhuge Buliang thought of the frozen woman in the ice tomb at the foot of Fengmang Mountain, and the woman in the picture at this time
It's simply carved from the same mold.
The black-haired man with a skull face said softly: "She is Moshaluo's wife, her name is Qianqiu. Moshaluo has two confidants in his life, Qianqiu is one of them, and the other is a demon cultivator from the demon clan, but it's a pity that she is so beautiful.
She was so unlucky that she was brutally killed just after Mosha Luo entered the ancient immortal realm."
"The baby... must be Moshaluo's son..." Zhuge Buliang's voice was a little low. Seeing the baby in Moshaluo's wife's arms, he had a strange feeling.
The black-haired skeleton man looked at Zhuge Buliang, but there was no expression in his dark eyes, and he said calmly: "Keep watching."
In the picture, Moshaluo and Qianqiu seemed to be fleeing. Qianqiu seemed to be seriously injured, and his white clothes were stained with blood, but he was still holding the baby tightly in his arms. At this time, the screen turned, and Moshaluo and Qianqiu appeared together.
Above the mountains, Zhuge Buliang recognized the scene here. It was the ancient ridge at the junction of the Southern Territory and the Eastern Territory.
At this moment, Mo Sha Luo was fighting against three cultivators. Zhuge Buliang recognized the looks of these three cultivators. They were the old Dong Huang, the old Xi Huang and the old Nan Huang. Five thousand years ago, these three people were from the three major domains.
King.
In the picture, Moshaluo seemed to say something, but Zhuge Buliang couldn't hear it clearly. Then Moshaluo fought with the three of them again. Not far away, Moshaluo's wife Qianqiu was holding a baby in her arms, her face
Full of anxiety.
But at this moment, a sword light flew from the sky, piercing Qianqiu's chest at once, and Hongyan fell. The baby in her arms was caught by a man, who turned out to be the three people who fought Qingyun in Taixu.
One of the half-step immortals. According to the words of the old Western Emperor, this person was the Lord of the Northern Territory thousands of years ago, the Northern Emperor.
"Bastard!" Zhuge Buliang was furious for no reason, and a feeling of hatred arose spontaneously. Even he himself couldn't explain this feeling clearly.
The black-haired skeleton man glanced at Zhuge Buliang and said nothing.
"You old guys, when I return to the ancient immortal realm, I will kill you and bury you there!" Zhuge Buliang cursed fiercely.
In the picture, the stunning beauty fell, and the baby fell into the hands of the Northern Emperor. Demon Shaluo was murderous, with flying hair, holding a black square-shaped halberd and killing the Northern Emperor. But at this moment, the sky split open,
A big silver-white palm came down, and Mosha Luo was stamped hard.
Then, Beihuang hit the baby in his arms with a palm. The baby's body shattered and seven purple stars flew out. The big silver-white hand in the void reached out, trying to grab the seven stars.
But at this time, a sudden change occurred. An old man with a white beard appeared out of nowhere, raised his hand to guard the seven stars, and the time disappeared in an instant...
The scene ended abruptly at this point, and the milky white light curtain returned to blur again.
"Is this... over?" Zhuge Buliang was in a daze.
The man with black hair and a skull face nodded: "This is a memory of Mo Shaluo's lifetime. Do you understand it now?"
"Understand what?"
"Understand why you are a seven-star treasure body."