170 Devouring

Since entering the cultivation world, Wang Fan has also experienced a lot of strange things. He accidentally entered the deep cave under the ground in the tarantula desert, saw strange spiritual grass and spiritual beads, saw boundless phantoms in the Songgu mining area, and entered an inexplicable square and a hall full of corpses, but there was no strange danger this time. One lived hundreds of thousands of people. Lao Shen, in order to move freely like a human monk, shamelessly wanted to occupy his body.

This is actually nothing. The most important thing is that he has no way to deal with this seemingly amiable and ferocious "little old man". The art of devouring and the main yuan god are all things he has never heard of. How can he crack it?

"I didn't expect to die like this!" After some struggle, Wang Fan finally accepted his fate and said sadly, "There are three brothers and sisters in my family. I hope you can take good care of this body. In Lingxiao Pavilion, I have a brother, Yuan Hong, who once stabbed my ribs, and I also hope you can be kind to me. As for the enemy, the damn is dead, and I guess he won't live. How long has it been since you bothered you?

"Okay, okay" always saw him leave his last words, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. Then he nodded repeatedly and swore the promise of the curse: "Don't worry, as long as you give up resistance and be willing to devour for me, I will never treat your siblings and friends badly."

In fact, a person's divine consciousness is easily extinguished, especially Wang Fan has also practiced. Although it has not been cultivated to the foundation period, the divine consciousness has not been strengthened with specific secrets. It is not particularly powerful, but it is not a little bit stronger than ordinary people. Therefore, even the old monster who has been practicing for hundreds of thousands of years does not dare to protect it. The phagocytosis will be 100% successful, otherwise he will not be grinding. He must defeat Wang Fan's belief.

Wang Fan is also a person of elves. As soon as he finished saying the decadent words, he saw that the old ginseng was happy and suddenly woke up: "Damn it, it turns out that this old man doesn't have the confidence to win, so he repeatedly hit me. In this case, I will fight with you immediately."

Since his practice, after several life-and-death wars, his mind has long been trained with incomparable tenacity. Once he sees hope firm belief, he will not give up easily, and the decadence in his mind immediately disappears, but he still shows despair, hoping to coax Lao Shen. In secret, he desperately calls spiritual power and tries to pull it out. Magic mirror.

The Taoist magic mirror has the effect of demagoging people. In those years, even the foundation-building monks could not fall into a fantasy and could not extricate themselves. In the end, Wang Fan thought that it could definitely deal with this despicable and shameless ginseng monster.

"Wait, old man, wait for me to call out the magic mirror and see how proud you are and fulfill my last wish for me? Bah, when I kill you, I have to dig out your body and eat it raw.

He was fierce in his heart, and while he was with Lao Shenxu and the snake, his spiritual power was running faster and faster, but something desperate happened to him: no matter how he pulled it, the magic mirror did not move, and he sweated profusely, but it didn't help.

"Haha" Lao Shen is not so easy to deceive. He laughed and shouted, "Kid, I know you won't be honest. What do you want to do with crazy spiritual power? Do you think spiritual power can deal with me? Unfortunately, you can only do useless work, and maybe you don't know that the faster the spiritual power runs, the more you absorb the essence of my ginseng. Hurry up, the faster my umbra will enter your body, destroy your consciousness, and devour your umbra. Haha, boy, you are making wedding clothes for others and looking for your own death.

"I don't believe it" Wang Fan finally lost his patience and couldn't pretend anymore. His chest fluctuated violently and jumped to: "I have a magic mirror in my hand, and I will be able to kill you, old man, if you dare to provoke me, the day of your death is coming!"

"What did you say?" Lao ginseng was shocked when he heard the name of the Taoist magic mirror: "The Taoist magic mirror, what a familiar name. I seem to have heard of it a long time ago, but it's too far away. I can't remember it clearly. What on earth have I heard of the Taoist magic mirror? It seems to be very powerful."

The old ginseng who turned into a three-inch old man scratched his head and stepped on an empty step. He was puzzled and thought hard.

After a while, he suddenly jumped up with his feet in his arms, his eyes full of panic, and shouted, "Are you talking about the magic mirror? Is it really a magic mirror? Why do you have a magic mirror?" He asked three questions in a row, which showed the fear in his heart.

"Hmm, be afraid." Wang Fan finally felt that he had taken the initiative: "The magic mirror is unparalleled in power. As long as I sacrifice it, you will have no place to die, but for the sake of your cultivation, and there is no injustice and no hatred with me in the past, I will forgive you for the time being. Why don't get out of my body quickly!"

"Do you really have a magic mirror?" Lao Shen frowned and asked again, but at this time, he was not as nervous as he was just now. Wang Fan's heart tightened and secretly said that the old guy must not believe it. He quickly said, "Of course, it's in my Dantian. It's better for me to sacrifice it later!"

"In your Dantian?" Lao Shen completely loosened his eyebrows and sighed, "Then I'm relieved." Then he laughed in Wang Fan's surprised eyes: "God really treats me well. It's enough to give me a perfect body. There is still an ancient treasure hidden in this body. It seems that I can look forward to it."

"Do you know, boy?" He was happy for a while. Seeing that Wang Fan was still trying to adjust the magic mirror, he decided to completely eliminate his resistance: "The magic mirror is an ancient treasure and can be hidden in the master's body, but with your cultivation, you can only establish a blood relationship with it, and you can't establish a divine relationship at all, so as long as it is not your body. The body has been devastated, and it can't appear at all. Haha, boy, there's nothing you can do now.

"Blood deed? The deed of God?" If Wang Fan hadn't been on the verge of death, maybe he would have calmed down, talked to Lao Shen, and make these magical words clear, but now he didn't have this thought, and then he immediately shouted, "I don't care what blood deed, I can destroy you!"

"What a stubborn boy" Lao ginseng looked serious: "Since I can't dispel your resistance, I can only use strength." With that, his shadow began to be illusory and finally slowly disappeared.

At this time, Wang Fan felt that he had a splitting headache, as if a thousand needles pierced his head, and as if a thousand claws were scratching his heart. All kinds of painful words were not enough to describe.

"Ah," he screamed and finally broke the shackles of vegetation. He grabbed his hair fiercely with both hands and rolled on the ground like crazy.

But soon he found that his legs were not at his command. He couldn't help standing up and walking around, as if he felt the feeling of stepping on the ground, but he didn't feel it at all, as if he were flying in the air: "What's going on? What's going on?" He was so shocked that he almost fainted.

Then something happened that made him even more unbelievable.

One of his arms loosened his hair, put it down and gently touched his chest, touched his face, as if he were touching someone else's body, and then soon the other hand also loosened. Then he suddenly found that he could see things with only one eye, and one ear heard the sound in his mouth. There is no screaming.

Just when he was terrified, a voice with the same tone as him but looked old suddenly sounded: "Good body, it's really a good body. There is really a magic mirror in Dantian. It's getting rich, it's getting rich. The road is expected, the road is expected!"

"Kid, you should have felt that I have mastered your body. No, it's my body now. To be honest, if I hadn't pity you and pity you, and want you to suffer less, I wouldn't have left you an ear and an eye. You have seen what you should see and heard what you should hear. What hope do you have? Don't struggle. Give up. Why suffer this? In the end, in addition to the boundless pain, there will be many illusions. That's really miserable!"

"A lot of illusions, miserable death?" Wang Fan's only remaining divine consciousness was stunned. Suddenly, he thought of the experience of following the river stew manager into the mine to find the magic mirror. It was like a drowning man grabbing the last life-saving straw. He couldn't help but look at it with great joy: "Qing Shen Ming Shu, you can suppress him by applying Qing Shen Ming Jing Shu!"