fishing the heavens

Chapter 408 Main Consciousness, Secondary Consciousness! (Third update!)
The power of the Nascent Soul cultivator is extremely terrifying, every move carries the power of heaven and earth!

Like small nuclear bombs one after another, an attack was dodged by Han Zong and shot down in the urban area below.

"Boom!"

A terrifying explosion occurred, centering on this attack, within a radius of ten miles, it was directly wiped out!

Han Qingjue and the leading disciple of the Shenyu Sect were lying on the ground, all of them were seriously injured, it was only because the aura of dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators almost killed them.

At this moment, there was a squirm on the trunk of the peach blossom tree with a human face, and finally formed a strange human face with clear facial features and a strange smile on the corner of the mouth.

Tree whiskers pierced the bodies of Han Qingjue and the leading disciple of the Shenyu Sect, without absorbing their vitality, but Han Qingjue and the two were like puppets controlled by silk threads. They were clearly conscious, but Can't control my body.

The two fought crazily together, and what's even more tragic was that they couldn't even blew themselves up.

"Hee hee ha ha, it's so fun."

Looking at the two people who were fighting to the death under his control, the gigantic face let out a laugh, which made people get goosebumps behind their backs.

How could the entire group of the Heavenly Slaughter Sect be the opponents of a group of Nascent Soul cultivators, half of them fell instantly in just a fight!
This is why a group of people formed a sword formation, otherwise everyone would die if they met each other!
Although there is something wrong with these Nascent Soul cultivators, they are much weaker than the Nascent Soul cultivators they broke through, but no matter how weak they are, they are still Nascent Soul cultivators, and they cannot be resisted by Jindan!

"No!"

"stop!"

Han Zong watched the disciples die one by one, bowed his head and muttered to himself, tears flowed from his eyes, and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

"No!"

Seeing the little junior sister who was always following behind him smashed into the ground under the attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator, countless tree roots wrapped around her body in an instant, but in an instant, all the roots disappeared, leaving them in place A streak of ashes.

"Ah! You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

Han Zong watched the disciples of the sect fall one by one, his expression kept struggling, and his shoulders trembled more and more.

"Haha, you are trash!"

"This is the disciple of the sect! With a waste like you, why should you be superior!"

A group of people who besieged Han Zong kept saying that the other party was huddled in this tortoise shell and couldn't move!

"Damn it!"

A formula suddenly appeared in Han Zong's hands, and was introduced into the three-inch small sword!

An indescribable coercion descended suddenly, as if the sky was high above, overlooking the earth!

An illusory figure appeared, and the three-inch sword instantly grew bigger, held in the hand of this illusory figure, and slashed at this group of Nascent Soul cultivators!
It is impossible to describe how fast this sword is, the space is torn apart by this sword with long cracks!
The strong light flashed away, the illusory figure collapsed, and the three-inch sword also burst and disappeared.

Twenty or so Nascent Soul cultivators instantly turned into nothingness with the wind under this sword, and there is no breath of these people in the world anymore!
A wide crack in space appeared where these Nascent Soul cultivators were standing, and it took a full minute to close slowly!

The power of a sword is so terrifying!
"So strong!"

Beifeng's eyes contracted, and the fishing line was at that position just now with the sword, but it was slightly weak and was brushed by this sword energy, and the indestructible hook was cut off in half in an instant!
This is a fishhook that even dragon scales can easily penetrate. So far, Beifeng's fishing line has been broken and damaged, but the fishhook is indestructible and has never been damaged!
"Repair the fishing rod!"

Beifeng gritted his teeth, a light flashed on the fishing rod, and it took a full 20 fishing experience to repair the hook.

Han Zong raised his head, his eyes were red, and a ray of light was directly projected three feet away!
The appearance of the whole person changed drastically, and a head of blood-red hair scattered behind his head like a flowing river of blood.

The evil energy all over his body condensed into substance, forming a blood-colored Shura armor!

"Ok?"

When Han Zong looked up, he happened to see the flash of light when Beifeng was repairing the fishing rod, and he let out a light sigh from his mouth.

But when he looked again, he didn't find anything, and even went up to touch it, but he didn't find anything.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

Han Zong was full of doubts, but he was forgotten by Han Zong in an instant.

"Haha! I'm finally free! Damn the main body, such a cowardly person doesn't deserve to have a body, now I will satisfy your request, you can sleep well in the body."

Han Zong laughed loudly, and the dissipated evil spirit formed a field ten meters around him!
What Han Zong said was very strange, as if two consciousnesses existed in one person, one was the main body and the other was the auxiliary body.

However, the main body of Han Zong is not warlike and pure in nature.

The secondary body is a battle madman at first glance, and recently under stimulation, Han Zong's main body that controls the body surrendered the right to control the body, liberating this secondary consciousness!

"Tear!"

Han Zong instantly tore apart the space with half-step Nascent Soul cultivation and stepped into it!
"Blood finger!"

The next moment, Han Zong appeared next to a Nascent Soul cultivator, and a ten-foot-sized hand appeared in an instant, pointing towards the Nascent Soul cultivator!

This finger is condensed from spiritual energy and Han Zong's evil spirit. Once it appears, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will roll back. The place where this finger is located is like a forbidden place!

"boom!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator who was attacked also made a fist, a huge wind blade appeared, cracks appeared in the edge space of the wind blade, and the two attacks collided together, but in an instant, the wind blade shattered, and the fingers castrated Not only that, but instantly tapped on this Nascent Soul cultivator, his mind and soul were completely extinguished!

At this time, Han Zong had already left when the finger was pointed out, without even looking at the result, he was full of confidence in himself!
"Blood bone sword, cut!"

Han Zong pulled out his spine directly from behind, forming a bone sword with a terrifying aura, raised his hand and slashed at the three Nascent Soul cultivators from a distance of hundreds of feet!
The sword was so close to the extreme that it appeared beside the three Nascent Soul cultivators, and the space within ten meters was shattered like glass, and the three Nascent Soul cultivators were also shattered with it!
It was as if the three of them were reflections on a mirror, and if the mirror was broken, the shadow in the mirror would naturally be broken along with it!
"Too weak, too weak! Are you the one who deserves to be called Nascent Soul?!"

Han Zong was killing crazily. Although the main consciousness had no combat experience, he had learned a lot of secret techniques in Tianshazong these years, or had seen some weird spells.

And both consciousnesses are derived from one body, so naturally the main consciousness will do it, and the sub-consciousness will too!
Even the secondary consciousness is more like the main consciousness of this special physique body. The fighting instinct is terrifyingly strong, and it grows up rapidly in constant fights with these pseudo-nascent infants!

When the three-inch sword was activated, the gigantic face on the peach blossom tree with a human face stopped laughing, and Han Qingjue and the two were instantly sucked into a ball of ashes.

"Hehehe, immortality! Blood food, a lot of blood food!"

A trace of fear appeared on the huge face of the ten thousand-foot-tall peach blossom tree, and then cracks erupted in the ground, and countless roots were entangled together, forming two legs!

"Boom!"

Struggling fiercely from the ground, the peach blossom tree with human face started to walk slowly like a human being, and then started to trot little by little!
(End of this chapter)