Chapter 77 The First Branch

At the beginning, Tu Jiang didn't care about it. The general soul art is aimed at the body. Few people practice the soul art of restraining divine consciousness, and there is no time to prepare for Zhao Haoran's appearance. Even the soul art of restraining divine consciousness will not be used at this moment.

The transparent aperture slightly blocked the speed of Tu Jiang's consciousness. He was still slightly unhappy and increased his strength to rush out of the cage.

But this aperture seems to be elastic. It can only be stretched, but it can't be broken. After thinking about it, there is no need to compete with an unknown aperture. Tu Jiang wants to withdraw the direction of the aperture and make a detour to attack.

Unfortunately, I can't walk away at this time. The place where the divine consciousness came in has become a transparent aperture-like substance, and the eight methods on all sides have become a real cage, tightly locking Tu Jiang's consciousness in it.

Zhao Haoran suddenly opened his eyes, and he recovered in a few breaths. Looking at the consciousness in the transparent aperture, he understood what had happened. He was afraid that if he had just now been successful, his life would have been explained here.

After sensing, the ray of divine consciousness has indeed been refined by the aperture. The aperture that should have entered Zhao Haoran's body has encountered a foreign body, that is, Tu Jiang's consciousness. It has no ability to judge and can only instinctively refine the divine consciousness. However, the soul power Zhao Haoran just used cannot, and it can only barely control Tu Jiang's consciousness prevented him from escaping.

What the hell? Tu Jiang felt bad when he saw Zhao Haoran who opened his eyes. Is it possible that he was not crazy at all, but pretended to be weak to deceive himself? Then his divine scheme is too domineering, but now the most important thing is to leave this aperture first.

Zhaoran pondered for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and pinched the formula again, which enhanced the power of the aperture. He did not know whether it was good or bad. At worst, he would repeat tonight's process again, but this unknown consciousness must not be let go.

With the support of external forces, the transparent aperture began to exert great power. Zhao Haoran did not expect that the soul art of refining divine consciousness by practicing splitting would have such an effect.

The aperture began to become turbulent. It seemed that there were countless mouths in it, constantly tearing the trapped consciousness. He didn't know it was tired at all. Zhao Haoran was overjoyed and continued to use soul art. It turned out that he could resist the divine attack in this way, which he really didn't dare to think of before.

If he can refine his divine consciousness, then the trapped person will inevitably become a living dead person.

Tu Jiang was so frightened that he had never seen such a soul skill. Every time Zhao Haoran used the soul skill, the aperture would increase a little force and began to tear his consciousness, and then slowly refined into the aperture. Endless pain wrapped around him, and he had some regretted suddenly wanted to kill Zhao Hao with his divine consciousness. Of course.

In return, Tu Jiang's consciousness has been reduced by one-third, and he secretly cried bitterly. Because of the effect of the four flags, his consciousness has become much stronger than usual, but he will not be able to stand it if it goes on.

"Zhao Haoran, don't do it first. We have something to discuss." The sound from the divine consciousness knew that it had come to the brain.

Zhao Haoran was stunned and instantly remembered who this person was. Tu Jiang was the first real Japanese soul person he faced. How could he forget it? However, he did not stop, but accelerated the speed of casting soul art.

He has seen Tu Jiang's method. Who knows if he has hidden any backhands? He will accidentally kill himself. Zhao Haoran has no intention of saying anything at all. He just hopes to quickly refine the consciousness of this Japanese soul, no matter what the price is.

"Bastard." Tu Jiang began to scold angrily. Zhao Haoran was unmoved, but stared at the consciousness in the aperture, and the speed of pinching the magic formula in his hand was getting faster and faster.

Tu Jiang seemed to know that there was no hope of communicating with Zhao Haoran, and his consciousness was quickly divided into two halves. Zhao Haoran knew that Tu Jiang was going to fight back, but he was anxious but did not know how to fight.

Half of the consciousness in the aperture was directly blown into pieces and self-exploded the consciousness. Zhao Haoran stared straight, and the separation of the consciousness was so painful. The pain of this self-exploding consciousness was even more unimaginable.

Indeed, Tu Jiang was forced to use the method of self-exploding consciousness, but the pain was not as strong as Zhao Haoran imagined. With the four flag protection methods, all the losses could be minimized. Tu Jiang looked at a gap and ran out smoothly.

Zhao Haoran was stunned, and Tu Jiang's consciousness had disappeared. It must be unwise to catch up. The speed of the consciousness was so fast that he had to give up.

Looking at the aperture like water, Zhao Haoran remembered what his purpose was to do.

stimulated the formula, and the aperture flowed back to Zhao Haoran's body, which existed in the sea of knowledge of the brain.

After a slight sensation, Zhao Haoran's face showed a strange look. Originally, the rice-sized consciousness could grow up slowly through the cultivation in the body, and finally it could be used smoothly when it was enough to refine a split.

But after absorbing Tu Jiang's consciousness, the divine consciousness has the size of a fist. According to Yu Jian's record, the first divine consciousness needed for this split is enough to have the size of a fist, but the more divine consciousness is needed in the future. This is because there are too few magical consciousnesses containing Zhao Haoran when saving more. The words will be out of control.

The more splits, the greater the possibility. Therefore, the jade slip records the size of the divine consciousness needed from the first floor to the ninth floor. This first layer only needs the size of a fist, and when it comes to the first few floors, it needs a thousand-foot-high mountain. Zhao Haoran is still a little distressed. I'm afraid that even Japanese souls can't have that. What a powerful divine consciousness.

However, Zhao Haoran now seems to understand that the same effect can be achieved by absorbing other people's divine consciousness, so the speed of cultivation is naturally much faster.

Now that he has met the requirements, Zhao Haoran began to practice the split without hesitation.

The transparent aperture came out of the sea of knowledge, turned around Zhao Haoran's body, and then fell into his palm.

Zhao Haoran closed his eyes and threw the transparent aperture to the ground. It seemed to take root and remained motionless.

After casting soul art, a soft green light appeared in Zhao Haoran's palm, injecting a transparent aperture, and the original white aperture turned green.

Then a green young girl appeared in the aperture. As Zhao Haoran's soul power grew bigger and bigger, she slowly grew into a towering tree, and a small fruit grew on this unknown tree.

gradually matured and finally fell to the ground. After the fruit cracked, it was not juice or seeds, but a miniature Zhao Haoran, who was about the height of an adult's palm, with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged, and facial expression.

Zhao Haoran looked at it curiously for a long time. I'm afraid many people will never see such a scene in their lives.

There is still a lot of soul power in his body. Zhao Haoran did not hesitate to continue to use soul power to stimulate the miniature "Zhao Haoran" to continue to grow, but in half an hour, Zhao Haoran, formed by divine consciousness, is exactly the same size as Zhao Haoran.

It's just that Zhao Haoran, formed by divine consciousness, has been sitting cross-legged on the ground, with no breath of living people on his body.

Zhao Haoran tilted the corners of his mouth. He didn't expect that practicing splitting was a very interesting process. Zhao Haoran, formed by divine consciousness, slowly shrank under his control and penetrated in from Zhao Haoran's eyebrows.

Not long after, Zhao Haoran jumped down from ** with a trace of doubt in his eyes. Is that it?

Try it first. It's extremely easy to perform.

In his heart, a completely indistinguous "Zhao Haoran" appeared in front of him.

Zhao Haoran has a wonderful feeling that these two people seem to be themselves. Both what their eyes see and the flow of soul power on their bodies are completely controlled by themselves, but this is also very awkward. Imagine that four eyes looking in different directions are always uncomfortable.