"If it weren't for you, how could Qing'er have died back then?"

"If it weren't for you, how could Mo'er die?"

"How could Jingyu die?"

…

"They are all my good companions."

"It's all because of your ambition and killing."

…

In Cui Shaoqing's sea of ​​consciousness, the sad-faced spiritual figure who was slapped in the face exploded in anger, and suddenly pushed the smiling spiritual figure over, and grabbed the smiling spiritual figure's neck with his big hands.

"Give me back my dream jade."

The eyes of the strangled smiling man opened and closed, and an invisible sword condensed and pierced into the forehead of the crying man.

"Idiot, this is all your fault. Women only delay your practice. You should be thanking me for helping you kill him."

"Give me back Xiaoxiao's life."

The crying little man, whose forehead was pierced by a sharp sword, formed vines with his hands and strangled the smiling little man tightly.

The two divine beings were actually one and the same. The attacks caused by the fight between the two sides actually manifested on both of them at the same time, causing the entire sea of ​​divine thoughts to fall into turmoil.

The little man in the divine consciousness went crazy and lost control of his physical body all of a sudden. Cui Shaoqing's face kept changing, and he spoke incoherent words. Thousands of sword lights burst out from his body, constantly attacking the illusion array around him.

…

This scene shocked Shen Lian greatly.

Could this be some kind of secret technique of the cultivators in the core area? In his perception, two completely opposite divine thoughts appeared on Cui Shaoqing's body. The two divine thoughts were like water and fire repelling each other, fighting each other fiercely.

In Shen Lian's opinion, it is normal for living things to have a sunny side and a dark side, but the one in front of him is timid on one side and tough on the other.

Cowardly but cruel, strong but stupid.

Cui Shaoqing, who had gone crazy, naturally couldn't control his own magic power, and the illusion array was quickly torn apart by the sword light. Fortunately, Shen Lian was well prepared and kept repairing the broken array, and then continued to set it up outside.

He is now also trying to judge whether Cui Shaoqing is deliberately deceiving him like this, or is really caught in the struggle between two personalities.

However, as the chaotic and disorderly sword skills were performed, the foul smell emanating from Cui Shaoqing's body became increasingly stronger.

But it was not enough for Shen Lian. He still couldn't tell whether Cui Shaoqing was pretending or was really crazy.

As a talisman master, he was ready to add some fire to see. A table was spread out in the void outside the illusion array, with a stack of fourth-level talisman papers of various grades spread out.

Because he had obtained the puppet formation from Master Pangdu Blood Pill, he had no shortage of fourth-grade talisman paper and spiritual ink. With his pen moving quickly, mysterious patterns outlined graceful figures on the talisman paper, as well as figures with both form and spirit.

As one of the talisman papers lit up, a beautiful figure emerged in the burning white light. The beautiful woman was wearing a long skirt, her face was hazy like a veil, and she walked as delicately as an actor, and slowly appeared in the illusion array.

"My dear..."

The female talisman figure stepped into the illusion array, and a long, gentle, crying voice was heard.

"My wife..."

Soon, a figure that was equally blurry but somewhat similar to Cui Shaoqing also appeared in the illusion array.

Along with them, there were dozens of puppet figures of various types hammering and banging. This made a fine drizzle fall from the sky, and the sound of the wind even made a whimper.

But just as the scene was brewing, a sword light came, and dozens of puppet talismans were instantly transformed into rain of light under the sword light.

However, in the rain of light, a voice like weeping and complaining was heard.

"My husband killed me for the sake of the great Dao, I don't blame you..."

…

"Ah... Qing'er..."

The roar seemed to come from Cui Shaoqing's throat, and sword light burst out from every part of his body. Pieces of skin fell off, revealing his dark and shriveled internal organs.

As the magic array hummed, another young lady came over with lotus steps and fell to the ground crying.

"Husband, please don't kill me... Qing'er is very obedient..."

…

"play music."

Behind the illusion array, Shen Lian casually threw out the musician and flute player, and a melodious, plaintive voice rang out in the illusion array.

In front of him stood several freshly drawn female puppet talismans, waiting to be thrown into the illusion array.

His spiritual consciousness was shrouded in the illusion array, but it did not enter Cui Shaoqing's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness of the old monster in the state of transformation was not only a matter of strength, but also of quality. If he tried to spy on it at this time, it would be troublesome if the two of them suddenly lost their power and turned around to deal with him.

At this moment, Cui Shaoqing's sea of ​​consciousness was in a mess.

They were clearly two little spiritual beings born from the same body, constantly biting each other, but because they were one, the harm was actually done to themselves.

However, this act of self-mutilation did not stop the two men. Instead, it further stimulated the two spiritual figures, who wanted to attack each other like crazy.

If Cui Shaoqing was still cheating, Shen Lian would just treat it as watching a movie.

The newly upgraded camera beads can record in all directions, infantry style, and surround stereo. The previous cavalry style has long been updated.

As for the spirit soul, it is possible to separate out a secondary soul. Shen Lian had tried this a long time ago. It is also possible to refine an external incarnation. However, this is the first time he has seen a situation like Shao Qing's, where there are two souls in one body and the returning soul is his own.

To put it in a more common name, this should be called schizophrenia.

A great divine being, suffering from schizophrenia? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

At this moment, under Shen Lian's deliberate stimulation, the timid and easy-going divine consciousness burst out with unimaginable combat power, and was already suppressing the other half of the divine consciousness.

The fight between the two divine thoughts was destructive to Cui Shaoqing as a whole, and his aura began to weaken.

On the rotten and smelly flesh, a line of lines emerged, just like the dense veins on leaves. This vein was like a net, trapping the stench on Cui Shaoqing's body and his state of incarnation.

…

Inside the illusion array.

More than ten female monks whose appearances were blurry but familiar to everyone were crying. Each of them was accompanied by the sound of guqin and desolate music, just like a play.

Cui Shaoqing, who had been struggling for a long time, was now lying in the air like a dead dog. Sword energy and stench were constantly colliding on his body. His sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness was shattered, and the two spiritual figures were intertwined and entangled with each other.

Shen Lian's eyes fell on the top of Cui Shaoqing's head, and a leaf that looked like a crabapple tree was faintly visible. The fallen crabapple leaves cast a hazy halo that covered every corner of Cui Shaoqing's head.

Shen Lian flipped through his inheritance memory. When he was refining the Fuyao wood, he upgraded his spiritual plant inheritance to the fourth-grade upper level. Although he did not advance to the fifth grade, looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there were few spiritual plants that he did not recognize.

It just so happened that he didn't recognize the leaf in front of him.

The leaf can seal the magic power and soul of a demigod monk. He can confirm that this leaf has not been artificially forged and is not a spiritual treasure. The root of the leaf is still filled with crystal clear juice, as if it had just been picked.

This is a spiritual plant product that he has never seen before in his inheritance.

A leaf is the fifth level.

Shen Lian was already surprised by the potential of the Fuyao wood cultivated by the farmer's spirit, not to mention its devouring attribute, which may lead to further transformation in the future.

Carefully flipping through his lengthy inherited memories, Shen Lian searched bit by bit for similar records about this leaf, but unfortunately he could not find any.

After inheriting the skills of a fourth-level spiritual plant master, he had already memorized the cultivation of spiritual plants. The concept of a spiritual plant master planting spiritual plants was a bit narrow, and cultivating new spiritual plants like a farmer was the pursuit of a high-level spiritual plant master.

In the inheritance, Shen Lian also passed down hundreds of different methods of cultivating spiritual plants. Some of these paths can only cultivate third-level spiritual plants, and some can only cultivate second-level spiritual plants, but this cannot be said to be a failure.

The cultivation path of the Fuyao wood in the farmer's memory was a matter of chance. If one wanted to replicate it, one would need a large number of resentful souls and soul catchers as nutrients.

"Let the Fuyao tree swallow this leaf?"

Shen Lian couldn't help but rub his palms. They were all fifth-level. Although the Fuyao wood was still a little short of it, after all, it was just a leaf in front of him.

But after thinking about it, he temporarily suppressed the idea.

At this moment, the leaves of the crabapple tree were absorbing the rotten smell from Cui Shaoqing bit by bit. The whole leaf stood up from its flat position, like a small tree.

The leaves may look palm-sized, but their vast vitality is like a huge lake.

When the decayed breath entered the inside of the leaf, a ray of vitality immediately flew out from the giant lake and transformed into two flying fish together with the decayed breath, forming a brief and small-scale scene of yin and yang symbiosis.

At the same time, the magic power in Shen Lian's body suddenly became uncontrollable and surged out from the lower dantian and the middle dantian. The five elements of Taoism fused together by the two kinds of magic power converged and soon reflected the yin and yang.

Even the Fuyao wood rooted in Dantian trembled slightly.

A leaf that generates its own yin and yang? This is not a leaf at all, it is clearly an independent individual.

The scene before him gave Shen Lian an illusion that it was not Cui Shaoqing who was using the leaves to suppress the decay in his body, but that the leaves treated him as a parasite and wanted to develop a symbiotic relationship between yin and yang in their bodies.

If this idea is true, it means that Ye Zi has independent thinking, or there are other people behind Ye Zi.

Shen Lian stared at the leaf for a long time. This leaf also gave him another idea. A leaf with yin and yang, plus the spiritual ink nourished by the rules of yin and yang, the spiritual talisman made from it...

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Cui Shaoqing's illness to kill Fellow Daoist Cui, but he was not sure how much strength Fellow Daoist Cui had left, so he wanted to trap him for a while to see the effect.

But now, he has changed his mind.

First figure out the leaves.

If the inheritance of a fourth-level spiritual plant master is not good enough, then I will raise the grade. The points of insight accumulated in the wilderness before are still enough.

…

The inheritance of the fifth-level spiritual plant was like a cloud seal falling from the sky in Shen Lian's sea of ​​consciousness. Various scenes of cultivating spiritual plants surrounded him, but under the reception of his powerful spiritual power, it did not cause much impact.

Shen Lian could even use his spiritual power to observe Cui Shaoqing inside the formation.

…

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Cui Shao Qing was still lying in the illusion array, but the smell of decay on his body was much weaker than before. The sword energy gathered again, and the two souls that were biting each other were still stuck together.

On the surrounding stages, scenes of love between a man and his concubine, living together, drawing the sword to kill the concubine, and sorrow and weeping were played out in a cycle.

And Shen Lian.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, the lower dantian is shrouded in green light, and the Fuyao wood is swaying.

A drop of green liquid flew out from the Fuyao wood, passed through the Dantian and fell into Shen Lian's hand.

"There is no record of related leaves in the fifth-level inheritance... There are so many talented people in the world of immortal cultivation, and here comes another farmer."

"It's a real mistletoe technique. I don't know if it works or not."

As Shen Lian finished his words, a drop of green liquid in his hand instantly exploded and turned into mist as fine as hair, floating in the void.

At the same time, his figure also disappeared, and the entire illusion array opened all of a sudden, as if it had never appeared.

Cui Shaoqing was left in a daze.

(End of this chapter)