C872 Are You Dead?
C872 Are You Dead?
He felt as if his sea of consciousness had been cut by a sharp blade.
But he knew that if he didn't resist it, that mysterious force would crush his sea of consciousness into powder sooner or later.
Although he had long known about the attacks in this world, apart from attacks like sabers, swords, axes and other such attacks, there were also some attacks that could penetrate through people's bodies and directly affect the soul and sea of consciousness.
Now, he had already encountered this type of attack.
When he was in the Panhuang Territory Picture, Meng Yu had obtained a golden gourd that could attack a person's sea of consciousness.
Unfortunately, the golden gourd could only attack those Condensing Reality Stage or Heavenly Dipper Satge Cultivation Level warriors. It was useless to those above the Golden Core Stage. Meng Yu hadn't taken it out yet, and it was still in his storage ring.
The pain of having his Divine Sense attacked was not something that an ordinary person could endure.
Meng Yu was in so much pain that he covered his head with his hand. His teeth were clenched tightly, and blood was flowing out from his mouth. He was frowning so hard that he could catch a few straws.
"Ah -"
He could not take it anymore. He spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood.
He wanted to block the attack, but the effect was minimal.
He didn't even know what this power was.
He couldn't even control the pain in his body as he charged around in all directions.
The trees fell one by one.
The stones were crushed one by one.
At this moment, he was a God Sea Stage warrior, and those rocks were unable to withstand his crazy attack.
Fortunately, he had the Protection of Fire Lotus, otherwise, he might have been able to swallow something by now.
What exactly was that thing that attacked his sea of consciousness?
Although Meng Yu was in extreme pain, he was also racking his brain to think of a way to deal with it.
Unfortunately, his train of thought had been interrupted, and it was difficult for him to concentrate.
No matter who it was, under his circumstances, it was very difficult to concentrate and think of a way.
Several times, he was in so much pain that he fell directly from the sky to the ground, creating large craters, or jumping from the ground to the sky.
His surroundings were gloomy, and his vision was very blurry.
Suddenly.
He remembered what was attacking him.
Fog.
In this forest, there were only three things that he could come into contact with but not discover: fog, vitality, air, darkness and light. If darkness and light could also be considered things.
It was obvious that this fog had damaged his sea of consciousness, because before the fog rose, there was also origin energy, air, darkness and light.
When Meng Yu thought of this, he found it difficult to fight against it.
He desperately wanted to escape from this dark forest, because as long as he escaped, this fog could not pose any threat to him, but he endured the pain and rushed along the way. In the divine wilderness that was only four or five meters away, he discovered that the path he came from had changed. It made it impossible for him to follow the original path.
Thus, he rushed into the sky.
But...
Thick vines, branches, and grass vines as hard as steel formed defensive formations in the air above the forest, preventing him from rushing out.
Those vines all gave off waves of green and green light. Meng Yu could use his sword to slash and burn them with flames. He could break them apart, but then many more vines gathered at their original positions.
The trees in this forest were originally alive.
If his Spiritual Consciousness wasn't attacked, then he could use his Sun-moon Sword Array to fight against those vines. He believed that he could break through those vines and rush out after a long period of time.
But now, his Sea of Consciousness was being attacked, and the pain was unbearable. The Sun-moon Sword Array couldn't be controlled, and if he used his sword to slash at it, it would take even more time and energy.
Therefore, he didn't try to rush out again.
The problem now was whether he could withstand the impact of the strange mist on his sea of consciousness.
But how could he resist it?
After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Meng Yu felt that his sea of consciousness was about to explode.
The strange fog attacked him with the Spiritual Consciousness, but he was unable to set up any defenses.
What should he do?
If he couldn't think of a way, he would definitely die here.
When I die, I will definitely look very ugly. Blood flowing out of my seven apertures is light, but it is possible that my head will explode.
He had told Su Yuyan that he would go back and find those Descendant of Meng Family, but now he might die here!
His sea of consciousness was in turmoil, waking up the Artifact Spirit and Purple Dance that were sleeping inside.
She opened her pair of big black and white eyes, feeling the attack.
This kind of attack made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Big brother, quickly block that thing."
She couldn't help but cry out anxiously.
After a long while, she heard Meng Yu clench his teeth and squeeze out a sentence with difficulty, "I, can't block it, can't, can't..."
Little Ziwu blinked her eyes, her white and tender hands supporting her cheeks. Her pink little mouth pouted as if she was thinking of something.
"Big brother, condense the Spiritual Consciousness and go and fight against that thing."
After a long time, the Purple Dance came up with a solution.
Meng Yu was already on his last breath.
He lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
That strange fog pierced through his mind like thousands of arrows. That kind of pain was even more unbearable than having his body cut open.
"Hey, you're not dead, are you? Wuwuwu... Why are you dead... Wuwuwu... It's all because the Purple Dance isn't good, I want you to go and find those Source Energy... Wuwuwu..."
Seeing Meng Yu lying on the ground without moving, but those flames were burning on the ground, she rubbed her large eyes and cried.
She was a phantom, and even when she cried, she did not shed a single tear.
Of course, Meng Yu wouldn't die just like that.
He had the phenomenon of the golden pill turning into a multicolored light, and it was said that he would be able to obtain the Great Fate.
He was currently fighting against the attack of the strange mist.
The method he used was what the Purple Dance had taught him.
The remaining few Spiritual Consciousnesses were slowly being condensed, forming a defensive fortification.
At first, he spent a lot of energy, but the results were very little.
However, as the Spiritual Consciousness was being condensed bit by bit and tightly hugged into a ball, Meng Yu felt that the pain was getting lighter and lighter.
This was really a good idea.
Half a day had passed, and Meng Yu had already recovered from his initial state.
He still felt some pain in his body, but he had already sat up.
During this process, many vines wanted to slap him to death, but under the protection of the Fire Lotus and Little Ziwu's command of the Purple Dance Sword to kill those vines, Meng Yu did not suffer any serious injuries.
Little Ziwu had also come out of the sea of consciousness a long time ago. She felt very uncomfortable staying inside. At this moment, she was floating above his head, blinking her bright eyes as she looked at him.
"Big brother is fine. I'm so happy!"
She clapped her little hands and cried out happily.
Although she was fine, Meng Yu didn't even have the strength to respond.
The Spiritual Consciousness attack of the strange fog was still continuing, and he was only expelling the attack from his sea of consciousness.
Meng Yu was still condensing the Spiritual Consciousness to resist the enemy.
The range of his Spiritual Consciousnesses's detection was also expanding bit by bit.
From one meter to two meters, to five meters... he had now reached more than twenty meters!
A day and night passed.
Meng Yu had finally defeated the attack of the strange fog.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that his Spiritual Consciousness was very different from before.