Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 387: Sea of ​​Consciousness? A vast ocean!
Han Yu's expression was complicated. Just a moment ago, the bottle emitted a thick mist that covered the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

This is exactly the same as what happened in the East China Sea.

The guess came true. The guy who was spying on him was indeed the same person Xiao Shui described.

What kind of shitty luck do I have that I can run into this by chance?

Damn Black Robe, it's fine if he's doing badly, but he regards the so-called exclusive intelligence as a treasure, but in the end it's nothing.

He still wanted to take advantage of the situation without telling the organization, but in fact, they had even captured the Fire Spirit.

If this hadn't fallen into his own hands, he would have been captured and used as cannon fodder again when he came in person.

"Hang up the black robe and beat him for me when you go back."

Han Yu gave instructions to Ling Wuce with a dark face.

Even Pingzi is so cautious. It goes without saying that Pingzi thinks the other party can pose a threat to him.

withdraw!
Han Yu never doubted his judgment about the bottle.

Ling Wuce and Gao Feng also believed in Han Yu's words.

Were you really scared away by someone?

Although these people from the Nine Sects are incredible, it is no joke that even the Fifth Floor and Han Yu have to retreat.

After the group had finished their preparations, the ancestor of the Mohist school carried the huge stone, and the remaining eight families followed them out of the city.

As soon as they arrived outside the city gate, an inexplicable sense of panic arose in everyone's heart.

This is a very rare thing.

When you reach this state, you are not bound by things or restricted by your mind. Every move you make is at will, and you rarely feel repressed.

Except life and death!

A group of people looked up at the sky in shock and saw black fog covering the outside of the city and dark clouds pressing down on the city.

Han Yu was looking at the ground, where there seemed to be a shadowy figure approaching.

It came too fast.

How long did it take from spying to showing up?
Less than a quarter of an hour.

The human figure can be clearly seen on the ground. From a distance, it seems that the other person is walking, but the distance between the steps is so large that one step can cover several miles.

Seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Han Yu's eyes focused, and he felt that a force of energy was locking him tightly.

A sallow face was raised expressionlessly, with the corners of the mouth pulled up, clearly trying to smile, but it looked particularly strange.

There was a flame hovering above a compass in his hand, and the flame and the compass needle were all pointing in their direction.

"This is an unexpected surprise."

He looked at the people outside Minzhou City with his triangular eyes narrowed.

Originally, he thought of coming here to take a look because his magic weapon was touched by someone, but he never thought that the compass also reacted.

This saved him a lot of trouble. When the person he wanted to capture and the magic weapon reacted at the same time, it went without saying that the person was in the Minzhou City area.

Last time he let someone escape for no apparent reason, so this time he learned his lesson and changed his method, using only the flames peeled off from the fire spirit to search.

The method was indeed correct, as he found Huo Ling and Han Yu at the same time.

"hey-hey!"

The man had already arrived at the city gate. He took a few leisurely steps and looked up at the group of people in the sky.

"Time is short, just in time to kill all of you little guys."

The wax-faced man smiled strangely and opened his mouth, an ethereal sound coming from the movement of his lips.

At the first sight, Ling Wuce and his group were all stunned.

"wake up!"

In the fog, the weapon spirit screamed in panic because Han Yu was also hit.

In the ethereal sound, everything is silent.

Han Yu's eyes were dull and filled with whites, and the same was true for everyone else.

The wax-faced man took a step forward and actually reached the sky. He met Han Yu face to face and stared at him for a while. "The little guy has a lot of secrets."

Whether it was the multiple magical powers or the increasingly bizarre elixirs, they all aroused great interest in the Holy Church.

The secrets hidden behind these two things are definitely not small.

Whatever it is, the Holy Church wants it.

He pointed a finger and slowly reached towards Han Yu's brow. Mysterious waves surged in, and the situation in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly changed. The fog was constantly stirred by a certain force and showed signs of fading.

"Pingzi, your fig leaf is about to be torn off!"

The spirit of the weapon shouted anxiously.

Gudong!

The bottle also shook at this time, and mist surged out from the mouth of the bottle. Under the stirring of the force, mist was also mixed in, with faint signs of resistance.

Knowing him from overseas, the wax-faced man frowned, a little suspicious.

He was unable to break through the other party's sea of ​​consciousness and enter to spy on the secrets.

You have to know that this trick of his is always effective. He never believes in any words. He only believes in what he has personally touched with his finger.

Anyone whose sea of ​​consciousness is invaded by him and whose mind is broken through will no longer have any secrets in front of him.

This time he failed for unknown reasons. He felt that with this move of his finger, what was stirred was no longer his small sea of ​​consciousness, but the vast ocean.

How can a finger stir the ocean?

"Then I will go in myself."

The wax-faced man muttered to himself, and his strength continued to increase. The aftermath caused Han Yu's face to gradually become distorted.

Just when the sea of ​​consciousness had just resisted the stirring of the force, a tiny silver snake suddenly came in.

The spirit of the weapon knew that it was not just a concrete manifestation, but also meant that the other party had put his mind into it.

The snake's head kept swaying down, spitting out its tongue and wandering in the fog. We even passed by it several times.

After circling around for a few times, the silver snake finally bumped into something.

It was so cold. How could there be such a real touch in my sea of ​​consciousness?

Before the silver snake could react, the bottle suddenly flew up, shook, and hit it.

bump!
The silver snake was caught off guard and flew away, falling next to the weapon spirit.

Asshole, why do you have to smash it this way?

The spirit of the weapon was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't make a sound. If he made a sound at this time, he would be exposed.

The silver snake shook its head and started moving again, and coincidentally, it came towards the direction of the weapon spirit.

How to do?
The spirit of the weapon was also a little dumbfounded at this time. It was just a spirit of the weapon!

Facing this tiny snake that was created by its mind, it was helpless!

Seeing that the thin snake was gradually poking its head out, the weapon spirit became furious and could only pounce on it with its mouth wide open.

The wax-faced man suddenly felt a shock all over his body, and his head felt cold, and then he lost contact with his mind.

what happened?

He frowned and tried again, but soon his head went cold and he lost his mind again.

"Wa hahaha!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the spirit of the weapon, having tasted the sweetness for the first time, laughed out loud.

It just tried to bite off the snake's head, but it didn't expect the snake to be so vulnerable.

The next few times when the thin snake came again, it tried different methods, hitting with a club in the fog, using turtle punches, and flying kicks.

Every time he killed the opponent without the opponent being able to figure it out.

"It turns out that I am the boss of my own territory. I am extremely powerful here."

The spirit of the weapon came to the conclusion that, here, if any mind dared to come in, it would never return.

(End of this chapter)