Sang Family Feng Chanzhuang.

"Yehong is piercing the sky, this is not a good sign. I am afraid that the only one who has emerged is not a spiritual treasure, but a demon soldier."

In the courtyard of the village, Zhai Rong looked at the long rainbow above her head and frowned.

I was playing chess in the yard for a few days, but I didn't expect that I suddenly had a strange phenomenon.

Li Yunsheng looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky and felt a little sad in his heart.

He didn't know at this moment that the green fish had turned into a dragon.

"Xiaoman, remember to reserve tomorrow's time."

He shook off the inexplicable sadness and turned to look at Sang Xiaoman, who was also silent on the side.

"Well, I've handled everything I need to deal with, and I'll let you deal with tomorrow."

Of course, Sang Xiaoman knew what Li Yunsheng was saying, so he turned around and blinked at Li Yunsheng.

Li Yunsheng just laughed at her joke, and then stretched out and said:

"This leisurely day is about to end."

"Yes, it seems like this is the case every day, and you can eat the meal you cook when you go home."

Sang Xiaoman stretched as Li Yunsheng.

"I also seem to play chess with my master like this every day."

Xu Youyou stood aside and stretched out her same tweak.

"I just want to practice with Youyou and Uncle Yun every day. It would be even better if I could go to bed earlier at night."

Zhang Lian'er, who was sleepy, leaned his head on Dongfang Li's shoulder and said yawning.

Dongfang Li giggled when she saw this, then put Zhang Lian'er's head on her thigh, and sighed:

"But there is no banquet that never ends."

...

The next day.

These days, after trying many times, Li Yunsheng finally found something that can replace the ghost energy to condense the soul lock - resentment.

He has always been very repelling the resentment on his body and rarely uses it. The last time he used this resentment, he was still on the night of his bone change. In order to resist the foreign soul that invaded his body, he had no choice but to use it.

It was because of this incident that he thought of using his resentment to condense the soul lock and form a ghost coffin.

He tried it himself and found that the ghost coffin condensed with resentment was basically no different from the ghost energy condensed. Even if it was a little weak, it would not be much weaker.

It was also because of the solution that Li Yunsheng could finally seal the Wucodon bell in Sang Xiaoman's body.

However, even if the ghost coffin matter is solved, sealing the Wucobalt bell is still a very risky thing.

Because everyone's soul is very fragile, even if the power of the soul has been increased to the Three Silent Realm, especially in the face of Buddhist Wucod Ling, a magic weapon that specifically restrains the soul, if there is a slight mistake, it will not only fail to seal it, but will damage the soul.

Moreover, if you want to seal the five cobalt bells in Sang Xiaoman's body, Li Yunsheng must enter Sang Xiaoman's spiritual consciousness, which is another difficult task.

Entering the spiritual consciousness of others and controlling the spiritual soul of others are completely two different things. The spiritual consciousness of the two is one. If there is a slight disagreement in the heart, it will turn back to mutual repulsion. If the spiritual soul is repelled in the middle of the seal, this will be a disaster for Sang Xiaoman.

Fortunately, the two of them had already been united in their souls, so this problem would not be very big.

However, after Li Yunsheng's soul entered Sang Xiaoman's soul, the souls of the two completely sank into the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness and could not take into account external affairs. Once the body is damaged, the soul will inevitably be damaged.

For safety reasons, Sang Xiaoman had already set up several levels of secret whistle in the area within a hundred miles of Fengchan Village in the morning, and Li Yunsheng also set up several levels of talisman warning outside the villa.

The village was completely handed over to Dongfangli and Zhai Rongzhai.

With Dongfang Li in charge, it is not foolproof, but at least it has one more guarantee.

Fengchan Village, Sang Xiaoman's bedroom.

The two of them were lying side by side on Sang Xiaoman's bed, holding their hands tightly.

They are waiting for the arrival of noon so that they can calculate the time to enter the sea of ​​consciousness.

After the soul enters the sea of ​​consciousness, if it does not come out in time, it is likely to fall into a completely enterprising situation, and the time in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness will slow down accordingly, so there must be a time point as a reference. If the time is not calculated properly, staying for too long will cause people to fall into eternal drowsiness.

"Do you know how many levels of consciousness a cultivator has?"

Sang Xiaoman turned his head and looked at Li Yunsheng and asked.

"The eighteenth floor is like the Yellow Spring Hell."

Li Yunsheng did not look at Sang Xiaoman, and looked straight at the bed board above his head.

"I heard that after falling into the 18th level of the sea of ​​consciousness, people will receive endless time and all your wishes will be fulfilled. Otherwise, you and I will fall into the 18th level of the sea of ​​consciousness together?"

Sang Xiaoman used one hand to knock Li Yunsheng's face over.

"A normal soul cannot fall into the eighteenth level of consciousness sea. Even if you reach the Three Silent Realm and fall into the eighteenth level of consciousness sea, it should take a thousand years according to the time inside. If you stay in the soul for so long, we will never be able to return to the real world."

Li Yunsheng explained to Sang Xiaoman very seriously.

"Big fool."

Sang Xiaoman flicked his fingers on Li Yunsheng's forehead.

Perhaps it was a little uncomfortable when Sang Xiaoman turned his head around, and Li Yunsheng turned his body directly to the side. At this time, the two of them looked at each other, only a slap between them, and even when they looked up, the tip of their noses might touch each other.

Just when Sang Xiaoman suddenly felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, Li Yunsheng suddenly asked:

"Have you ever investigated what level of this five-cobalt bell is in your sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Ah? Oh."

Sang Xiaoman responded slightly disappointed, and then recalled seriously:

"Most of the time, I am on my first sea of ​​consciousness, which I can see as soon as I close my eyes, but if I want to suppress it, it will hide in the third and fourth sea of ​​consciousness. The deepest time is when I was unconscious last time, he hid in my fifth sea of ​​consciousness. I went in and confronted him for a long time before I could get out of here."

After hearing what Sang Xiaoman said, Li Yunsheng nodded. As soon as Sang Xiaoman was in a coma for so long last time, he could understand it.

"It seems that it can only enter your fifth level of consciousness at most."

Li Yunsheng nodded.

"Actually you reminded me."

Sang Xiaoman's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he continued:

"If I could drag this five-cobalt bell into my eighteenth layer of consciousness, wouldn't I be able to erase it?"

"What do you do?"

Li Yunsheng frowned.

"Haha, that's right. Isn't this suicide? If you are with me, I will always stay in the 18th level of consciousness sea at that time. Then let's forget about the damn Wucodine."

Sang Xiaoman smiled embarrassedly.

"Don't even think about this idea in the future."

Li Yunsheng looked at Sang Xiaoman very seriously and said.

"Okay, OK, I know."

Sang Xiaoman hurriedly shook Li Yunsheng's hand in the quilt and signaled him to rest assured.

"Miss, Mr. Yunsheng, the time is here."

At this moment, Zhai Rong's voice came from outside the house.
Chapter completed!