Chapter 166: The Eyes Under the Ribs Glow with Gold
Chapter 166: The Hundred Eyes Under the Ribs Glow with Golden Light
Wen Rui's soul core transformed into a human form and was projected into his spiritual sea of consciousness. He stood above the sea of centipedes, looking up at the giant centipedes that had grown to the point where they blocked out the sky and occupied almost the entire space of his sea of consciousness.
"You are lucky, Brother Wen. A mere mortal like you cannot resist the attack of a soul in the Divine Transformation Realm. You should just admit defeat."
The giant centipede opened and closed its big fanged mouth, and actually spoke in human language, trying to persuade people in a friendly way.
"Brother Baiyan, I advise you to be sensible and not linger in my sea of consciousness. I don't even dare to enter my sea of consciousness on weekdays."
Wen Rui's shadow said sincerely, "You don't know what I've been through all these years. It's really sad to tell you. Get out of here before I fight back. Otherwise, your soul will be hurt by the backlash."
"Haha, Brother Wen, you are deceiving me again. Brother Dao, I have reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Transformation Realm and have been cultivating my Primordial Spirit for three hundred years. How can my Primordial Spirit be more solid than that of an ordinary mortal like you?"
The giant centipede shook its huge body with a sound like thunder and laughed confidently.
"It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die. Hell, start."
Wen Rui's human-shaped shadow sighed and said something softly, and the scene in his spiritual sea of consciousness changed immediately.
Countless pitch-black tentacles emerged from the void, fire rained from the sky, magma gushed out from the ground, and the crawling centipedes were sizzling from the high temperature. The pitch-black tentacles bound the giant centipede and made it unable to move.
Countless ghostly shadows emerged from all directions, pounced on the giant centipede's body, and bit and tore it apart.
The giant centipede wanted to struggle, but space stagnated and time stopped. One second seemed as long as a thousand years, and the pain of being torn and burned did not stop at all.
At this time, the soul clone of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord could not escape from Wen Rui's sea of consciousness.
The Avici Hell has endless time, endless space, and endless suffering.
Only those who have personally experienced the Avici Hell can visualize a scene exactly the same as the Avici Hell in their sea of consciousness.
But how can those who have gone to the Avici Hell escape from the sea of suffering and run out to describe to others how painful the Avici Hell is?
The system has given Wen Rui a bug. He is afraid that he is the only creature in the Three Realms, except for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who can construct the Avici Hell in his sea of consciousness.
Otherwise, why didn't Wen Rui choose the mental shield? If anyone dared to invade his spiritual world, he would make the other person as unlucky as him and experience the suffering of hell firsthand.
"Do you feel it? Brother Baiyan, this is where your soul will go after you die in a thousand years!"
Wen Rui's tone was like that of a demon from hell. He seemed to be stating an established fact and making a conclusion about the future of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord then realized that Wen Rui was just trying to persuade him in a good way. In just that short second, his soul had gone through a thousand years of torture in the endless hell. Those words, which sounded like a verdict, frightened him to death.
The giant centipede collapsed with a loud bang and turned into ashes under the burning of hellfire. The soul clone could not withstand the torture of hell and completely disintegrated.
In the outside world, Wen Rui and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord were only slightly stunned, and then the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord covered his head and screamed "Ah!", then fell from the clouds to the ground, rolling in pain in the dust.
The seemingly spiritual collision lasted only less than a second, but the "timeless" characteristic of the Avici Hell extended this second to infinity.
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, who was experiencing it for the first time, suffered severe mental trauma.
The spider spirits in the Pansi Cave were completely confused. The eldest spider sister, who had reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm, murmured, "Brother fought with Boss Wen's spirit, but was hurt by Boss Wen? This doesn't make sense!"
Wen Rui's strength improvement before and after breaking through the Return to Void Realm was not a smooth curve, but an exponential growth.
The Transformation Realm after the Return to Void Realm was actually easier for him to deal with. Most cultivators would be afraid of the Yuan Shen attacking the Shenhun, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he expected the other party to use this method on him and invade his spiritual platform and sea of consciousness, so that the other party could also taste the pain he had suffered.
He is the kind of bad guy who, when he falls into a mud pit, always wants to drag a few people down with him to suffer with him.
The spirit of a Spiritualization cultivator is so condensed that if it invades the sea of consciousness of a Return to the Void cultivator, it can injure the opponent's soul with the help of its condensed spirit clone, thus presenting an overwhelming advantage.
This is precisely the key reason why the Spirit Transformation Stage is inherently stronger than the Return to Void Stage.
But Wen Rui was just the opposite. He was afraid that the laws of physics would become invalid and that the technological power he relied on had no material basis and would not be able to hit the opponent's entity.
As for attacks on his soul, even if he didn't use the method of visualizing the real hell, he had practiced Buddhism for many years and his spiritual thoughts were very clear. His soul was blessed by great merits, so he was not afraid at all.
Merit is something that has infinite uses. It is not an empty statement that ghosts and gods dare not harm people with great merit.
When Cangjie created Chinese characters, the sky was raining millet, ghosts were crying at night, and dragons were just ordinary people hiding in the snow. However, his merit in creating Chinese characters could make ghosts cry and dragons hide.
After breaking through the Return to Void Realm, it was as if he had opened up his Ren and Du meridians. He no longer had any shortcomings, and his comprehensive strength broke through the bottleneck and soared into the sky. He put all his accumulated technical means to use, and dared to fight anyone who came.
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord suffered a huge mental blow, just like Wen Rui's miserable condition when he escaped from hell.
What's worse is that his soul clone was destroyed in Wen Rui's spiritual sea of consciousness, and he suffered real spiritual trauma.
After a long while, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord finally got up from the ground. He looked distraught and his eyes were a little dazed.
"admire!"
The Hundred Eyes Demon Lord bowed weakly to Wen Rui and said, "Master Wen has really taught you a lesson today, so that you will know that there are always people better than you and that you should never look down on the cultivators of the world again."
“It’s just that…” He gritted his teeth and said, “I haven’t used my innate magical power yet. I won’t give up even if I lose. I beg you to help me!”
"Brother, feel free to use whatever magical powers you have. I will accompany you to the end."
Wen Rui fell to the ground, retracted his Great Mighty Dharma Image, shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Your magical power was ineffective against me when you sold me the genetic sample a hundred years ago. Since you are not giving up, I will show you how I can break your golden light magic."
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord had a solemn expression on his face, but this time he did not dare to disbelieve Wen Rui's words, but he still took off his black robe.
The Taoist was shirtless, with his arms raised high, and there were a thousand eyes densely packed under his ribs.
Thousands of eyes opened at once from their closed state, golden light burst out from their eyes, and the light condensed into a column, shining towards Wen Rui.
Under the golden light, the women watching the battle on the side were dazzled and could not open their eyes. The residual power alone was enough to make the monks feel extremely uncomfortable.
A thousand years later, Sun Wukong, who had cultivated his body into a holy body with bones of steel and iron, was illuminated by the golden light, and his bones became soft and his tendons became brittle, his skin broke and sores formed, and he bled and pus oozed.
If the demon race's innate magical powers were ranked in terms of power, the Thousand Eyes of Golden Light under the ribs of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord would at least be ranked in the top five.
This innate magical power ignores the realm and is specifically designed to break the golden body and the Dharma body. Even the immortals will lose a layer of skin when they are hit.
(End of this chapter)