Chapter 1793: Ancient spiritual consciousness

This is inside the ancient emperor cave mansion.
Any change is absolutely unusual.
Therefore, Xiao Yi did not dare to be half-pointed, let alone half-point slack or half-pointed.
In an instant, it was a pair of beast hands and a beast foot, and six powerful flames burst out.
Before, he fell into the magic way, and his mind was unable to extricate himself, so the beast's hands and feet automatically disappeared.
Of course, it is not difficult for him to condense in an instant when he is awake.
The fire control strength burst to the extreme in an instant.
Bang...
There was a loud noise.
The scorching flames that struck were instantly stopped by the six powerful flames.
The two flame forces cancel each other out.
"Huh? Something."
In the air, a vain old word slowly spread.
"So strong." Xiao Yi was surprised at first.
Under his full fire control ability, six powerful flames broke out, which was able to offset this flame.
Then, my heart trembled.
Because, in the cave mansion that has been empty for thousands of years, there is actually this empty and weird old voice?
This feeling is enough to make people creepy for a moment.
Even if he was as bold as Xiao Yi, his scalp numb for a moment.
Wow...
In the air, a vanity spiritual consciousness suddenly appeared.
Xiao Yi's pupils shrank, and his mind instantly tightened to the extreme.
"Old Emperor?"
You know, the main game alone has been unbreakable for countless years.
Naturally, at the end of the cave after the main game, no one can enter.
And here, the spiritual sense in front of him, Xiao Yi could only think of the ancient emperor himself.
"The ancient emperor?" In front of the spiritual sense, he sneered.
The appearance of spiritual consciousness is an old man.
The figure is slightly burly, with disheveled hair, a bit sloppy.
But in this sloppy state, it was obviously domineering and arrogant.
"No, I'm not." The old man sneered.
"Old man, I don't know how many years have been waiting here."
"Ten thousand years, countless times the cave has been born, countless batches of Tianjiao evildoers have entered."
"The old man also looked forward to it countless times."
"But, none of those fools can break the main game, let alone come to the end of this cave."
"Today, the old man finally waited, hahahaha, hahahaha."
The old man laughed loudly.
There was loneliness on the old face; the laughing face seemed a bit distorted, even crazy.
"Spiritual consciousness?" Xiao Yi frowned and set his mind.
No matter what was in front of him, it was useless for him to be flustered.
Countless times of nine deaths and a lifetime of experience, Xiao Yi has a strong psychological quality long ago.
At the same time, since the spiritual sense in front of him was not the ancient emperor himself, Xiao Yi was relieved.
If it is really the ancient emperor, those characters are afraid that they are dead, and their spiritual consciousness alone is enough to shake the world.
Furthermore, if it is really the spiritual sense of the ancient emperor, with the methods of the ancient emperor, why should he be trapped here?
You can go directly out of the cave and look for a body suitable for seizing the house. Who can stop the world?
"Are you?" Xiao Yi frowned and asked.
Now he is relieved, and there is no more fear on his face.
"Oh?" The old man was taken aback when he saw Xiao Yi behaving like this.
"Awesome, worthy of being a monster who can break the main game."
"In the ancient emperor's cave mansion, the depth is unfathomable. The end of this cave mansion is full of weirdness and danger."
"When you saw the old man's spiritual sense, you calmed down in an instant, no more horror."
"Sure enough."
The old man looked at Xiao Yi carefully.
Xiao Yi stared at the old man coldly, "If I guessed correctly, you want to take home."
"Isn't this nonsense?" The old man sneered.
"You can break the main game, you are the number one evildoer in the world."
"No, to be more precise, you are the strongest evildoer since ancient times."
"Your body can't be more suitable for robbing houses."
Xiao Yi smiled coldly, "Before you seize the house, you might as well tell the next, who are you?"
"Who am I?" The old man suddenly stagnated.
"I..." The old man, a touch of inexplicable complexity flashed across his face.
"Heh." After a long while, these inexplicable and complicated, all disappeared, replaced by a chuckle.
"You are about to be taken away by me, why ask more?"
Xiao Yi shrugged, "If I am taken away, I will disperse my spiritual knowledge, leaving only my body."
"In other words, I will die."
"Those who are about to die, just ask to understand, can't you?"
"Yes." The old man nodded, "But..."
The old man smiled grinningly, "But, the old man knows that the way you act now means that you are not afraid of the old man at all."
"You are also quite confident, confident that you will not die here or be taken away by the old man."
"Now you are just planning to follow the old man's words."
"Of course, the old man doesn't understand, where does your confidence come from."
The old man sneered and sneered, looking very strange.
"What." Xiao Yi sneered. "Could it be that you are afraid of me? I dare not say that?"
"Afraid?" The old man's face instantly became cold. "Boy, the old man just hasn't spoken to people for countless years. He said a few more words with you, and it will let you live a little longer."
"But it doesn't mean you have the right to offend the old man."
The moment the voice fell, the old man went crazy and came straight on Xiao Yi.
This touch of spiritual consciousness, like a terrifying ghost with teeth and claws, directly caught Xiao Yi's mind.
Xiao Yi was prepared long ago, and his eyes changed instantly.
The left eye is as dark as ink and as cold as an abyss.
The right eye is scorching hot as fire, against the sun and stars.
It is the eye of the lunar sun.
Yes, Xiao Yi just intends to make some remarks to know something about the end of this cave.
But if you are afraid of this spiritual sense, it is not enough.
His greatest confidence is his own lunar eyes.
His lunar eye is simply the nemesis of spiritual consciousness.
Although I don't know why the Eye of the Sun has such an effect.
However, past experience has already proved this effect.
Whether it was dealing with the spiritual sense of Venerable Ice, or the countless spiritual senses encountered in the Fengxu Secret Realm, they were all strangled under the eyes of the lunar sun.
No matter how strong it was before death, it turned into spiritual consciousness after death, and it was completely vulnerable to a blow before the eyes of the lunar sun.
Xiao Yi didn't need to know what was going on.
Just know that you can kill the enemy and deal with the spiritual sense.
Sure enough, when the eyes of the lunar sun condensed, a whirlpool appeared in the air.
The old man's spiritual sense was instantly imprisoned in the whirlpool, making it difficult to move.
Inside the vortex, twisted, the old man's spiritual sense was also forcibly twisted.
Before long, the old man's spiritual sense will be completely shredded.
"Damn it, what the is this?" The old man's spiritual knowledge changed suddenly, and even became unbelievable.
Xiao Yi said nothing, but sneered.
"Asshole, the old man has waited for countless years, how can he fall short." The old man was crazy.
boom…
Suddenly, a flame hit the sky.
Xiao Yi was startled, but had not yet reacted to it, but was already bombarded by the flames.
"Puff." Xiao Yi spewed out blood, his face suddenly changed, "How is it possible."
On the other side, the old man had already broken free from the whirlpool, and a brief moment of panic flashed across his face.
That is the ultimate panic.
After waiting for countless years, he almost fell short of fright.
But now, he has resumed his previous grin.
"Why, boy, are you surprised?" The old man grinned coldly.
"How is it possible." Xiao Yi looked at the old man in disbelief.
Just now, he clearly felt that the flames that blasted him were transformed by real vitality.
Yes, that was transformed by the real power, not soul power or spiritual consciousness power.
How is it possible that a spiritual consciousness still possesses vitality?
Yuan Li, but the power that a warrior can control.
Boom...boom...boom...
The monstrous flame broke out again.
The breath of flames alone was enough to make Xiao Yi feel terrified.
This breath is definitely far above the legend.
The oppression alone made him immobile.
It is not difficult to imagine that the old man must be a terrifying powerhouse before his death.
And if the old man’s spiritual sense can use his vitality, what is the difference between him and his life?
How can he resist such a strong man far above the legend?
The old man's floating figure had already come to Xiao Yi.
That hideous face even clung to Xiao Yi.
And Xiao Yi, even under the pressure of the flame, could not move.
"Well, yes, yes." The old man nodded with satisfaction.
A power of perception suddenly flashed across Xiao Yi.
At this moment, Xiao Yi seemed to be under the prying eyes of the old man.
"Hehe, he is a fire-control warrior, and he is also armed with six powerful flames in the world, and he is indeed an excellent target for looting."
When Xiao Yi heard the words, his heart felt cold.
"Or twin spirits? Hiss, incredible." The old man stared at Xiao Yi, as if looking at something wonderful in the world.
Those eyes seemed to swallow Xiao Yi.
"Huh? There are still a lot of babies."
"This is the legendary treasure of heaven and earth, the Eight Dragons Incinerator?"
"Oh, if you read it right, it's Excalibur."
"Huh? The token? The token of the main hall of Asura Hall and Fengsha Hall?" The old man's brow suddenly wrinkled.
The next second, his brow loosened, "It's a pity."
"There are also tokens for the two main halls of the Demon Hunting Hall and the Yaozun Hall."
"Tsk tusk, it's really amazing, it's the successor to each ancient temple."
"Huh?" In just the next second, the old man's tone became suspicious again, and then his face became strange.
"This is the token of Yandian's main hall? You, you...are you the next main hall of Yandian?"
The old man stared straight at Xiao Yi.
His complexion suddenly became complicated.
Then, it was mourning, and helplessly shook his head.
"Fine."
A sigh, like the helpless melancholy under endless years.
The flame power that originally imprisoned Xiao Yi instantly dissipated.
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Fourth more. (Make up)
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