Chapter 699 Who Is the Big Devil!

"Huh? Looks like he's also a fool, he was caught out so easily." Wang Baole's eyelids moved, and they opened quickly, with a cold light in the depths of his eyes, and a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In fact, Wang Baole has several ways to alleviate mental fatigue. After all, Wang Baole is a master of magic weapons, and naturally has extremely high requirements for mental concentration when refining magic weapons, so no matter what he obtained from the ancient bronze sword Although the shriveled fruit of the hyacinth tree, or other magical means, cannot be used in battle, it can still be done to speed up the recovery of the spirit after free time.

And the reason why he didn't do this, he just went to heal his wounds and restore his body, the purpose was for this will that he had been aware of hidden in the Nightmare Art!

This will, Wang Baole was busy fleeing and fighting before, so he didn't have time to pay attention to it, but it didn't mean that he didn't care. To a certain extent, Wang Baole was always paying attention to the movements of this will.

That's why he didn't regain his energy, and put on a relaxed state on purpose to see if there would be any other changes in this will. At the moment when Wang Baole noticed the burst of will, a shriveled hyacinth fruit appeared as soon as Wang Baole waved his hand, and Some elixirs were taken out by him and swallowed directly. At the same time, he used a few tricks in his memory to speed up the relief of mental fatigue and stabilize his mind, making it as strong as a mountain.

Then a strange light appeared in his eyes, feeling the will from the Nightmare Art that was exploding crazily in his body at this moment!

"The way this will appears, it is also very consistent to say that it is a companion. It did not activate when I was fighting the big black hand, which shows that this will has a certain amount of intelligence. I understand that if it interferes at that time, if something happens to me, it will dissipate. "

"However, with a little trial now, it's easy to fish out. It seems that this intelligence is not brilliant, maybe it's just instinct?" Wang Baole murmured, his eyes became sharper, but in this sharpness, gradually appeared Some black smoky substances seemed to spread to all his pupils.

"Or is it mainly to spread the desire to kill in my mind?" Wang Baole was a little disappointed, analyzing the irritability rising in his heart at the moment, feeling the impulse to kill one after another began to appear in his thoughts, just like drug addiction Attacks, if you don't obey your instincts, your instincts will eat back your whole body.

"If it's just this kind of method, it would really be a waste of my preparation." Wang Baole shook his head, the black mist spreading in his pupils, he looked strange, but his mind was very clear, as if separated from his body, calm Unparalleled observation and judgment.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the will that came out of the Nightmare Art was still in the same way, Wang Baole had no other interest, and was just about to erase it, but at this moment, the associated will in the Nightmare Art The will, as if a little dissatisfied, just spread the desire to kill in Wang Baole's mind, and began to try to spread his Nascent Soul.

This scene immediately made Wang Baole a little surprised, he quickly stopped erasing the hand formula, and observed carefully.

During his inspection, the accompanying will of the Nightmare Art is like black filaments, gathering together in Wang Baole's body, as if he didn't notice Wang Baole's sobriety at all, trying to slowly penetrate into his body like a poisonous snake , close to Nascent Soul.

"Its goal is the Nascent Soul? Or, is it going to spread the Nascent Soul, to pollute or devour my soul in the Nascent Soul?" After noticing the goal of this will, Wang Baole looked slightly solemn. In the Nascent Soul Society, its soul will be transformed into divine thoughts, which will be stored in the depths of the Nascent Soul, until the cultivation level reaches the level of the gods, and the spiritual thoughts will transform and become divine souls!

The soul transformed into divine thoughts has special meaning for Nascent Soul monks and needs to be carefully protected. Therefore, Wang Baole glanced at his own Nascent Soul. Tuanminghuo, this is the imprint belonging to Mingzong formed after he became Mingzi, and inside the Minghuo is the divine sense formed by his soul.

"Just in case..." Wang Baole secretly operated the magic, and quietly emitted a breath of magic from the fire in the Nascent Soul through the Nascent Soul, trying to get in touch with the will, wanting to check its strength.

This breath is not much, just a trace, but at the moment it escapes, the black threads formed by the will to try to get close to Wang Baole's Yuanying tremble violently, as if encountering an extremely frightening existence, trembling in horror, Almost collapsed.

"Ah?" Wang Baole was taken aback, and hurriedly reduced his aura to almost dozens of times diluted, so as not to shatter the will accompanied by the Nightmare Art, but to compete with Wang Baole's aura stand up.

Seeing that they could confront each other, Wang Baole breathed a sigh of relief, and observed carefully with curiosity. Gradually, his expression became strange. The confrontation between the two sides was really fierce. , as if feeling that this time the host was a bit difficult to deal with, so he postponed the move of spreading the Nascent Soul, retreated quickly, and hid it, even the desire to kill was no longer scattered.

"That's amazing!" Wang Baole coughed dryly, never admitting that he made a fuss out of a molehill, but murmured with a serious expression, comforting himself.

"It contains a certain kind of domineering meaning, and even more violent, as if it is the only one in the world, and even has a certain amount of wisdom, which is a bit similar to a virus, or the seizure of the house recorded in the Taoist palace classics!" Wang Baole After deep thinking, I feel that it is very appropriate to use the word devil to describe this will.

"It's not easy for such a terrifying demon to compete with me under the terror pressure diluted dozens of times by my ghostly breath." Wang Baole rubbed his chin and looked inside his body. After the Nascent Soul, he substituted himself into the devil, thinking about the difficulty of the other party polluting his soul.

"Well, if I were a devil, I would first need to resist the aura of the underworld, starting from a few thousandths, until I could completely counteract my aura, and then I could get close to the Nascent Soul, and at this time... I will Seeing a different Xingchen Nascent Soul, I need to work very hard to strengthen myself, and after trying again and again, I can finally get into the Xingchen Nascent Soul, and then if I am unlucky, I will encounter a strange The scabbard, and then I guess there will be no more..."

"Of course, I may be lucky. I didn't provoke the scabbard, but entered the Nascent Soul, so I breathed a sigh of relief, and when I was about to enjoy the big meal, seize the house and pollute the soul, I would see a ball of fire. Then It's the underworld fire, and the aura it emits is the first thing I fought against outside the Nascent Soul!"

"Then... I need to work harder and harder, gritted my teeth, and finally resisted the fire, and then I will see the host's soul, which contains the characteristics of the ghost, which is countless times stronger than the fire..."

"So, I have to work crazily and work crazily. By chance and coincidence, I finally overcome the characteristics of Mingzi. When I feel that I can finally seize the body and pollute the soul... I will find out, your sister, there is a devouring seed beside me." Looking at it..." Thinking of this, Wang Baole coughed dryly, thinking that he should not be put on the devil's head, and he turned his mind to thinking about the root of this devil's birth.

"One thing is very strange. There is no need to question the power of the Nightmare Art. It is extremely evil. But if this is the case, why the devil born in it does not seem to be very strong." Wang Baole pondered for a long time, and felt that the answer There are two, one is that the will and the practice seem to be one, but they are actually separate, and the other is that fundamentally speaking, one's own existence is more evil and perverted than the Nightmare Art itself. ...

"It must not be the latter!" Wang Baole rubbed his nose and once again felt the monster hidden in the Nightmare Art. After thinking about it, he didn't erase it immediately, but had a bold idea.

"Would you like... to raise another monster for fun?" Wang Baole thought of this, and at the same time his heart was pounding, he felt faintly that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Forgot what?" Wang Baole murmured for a while, then suddenly his eyes widened.

"Forget about the little donkey!" Wang Baole slapped his forehead, quickly opened the storage bracelet, searched around, and found the skinny, dying little donkey that he had completely forgotten.

After the little donkey was taken out, its four hooves trembled unconsciously. It was obviously so hungry that it was difficult to even breathe. Wronged……

"Son..."