Chapter 2092

At first, Jiang Cheng speculated that Ling's consciousness was weak and could not carry the perfusion of the Tao nucleus.

Although this guess is not the truth, it is also in line with Ling's situation.

Now he took the will of Daoyuan as Ling's consciousness, and felt that the situation was not quite right.

This girl's consciousness is a little strong, but she is too confused.

Bite whoever you catch!

"Is it because of the perfusion of the Tao nucleus that she has lost her mind?"

"Let her settle down first!"

So the elder brother began to fight with Ling's Daoyuan will.

After the confrontation between the spirit and the will, Jiang Cheng perceived the power.

The other party's consciousness intensity exceeded his ten times.

It made him feel incredible.

"This woman is not from Tianzu. She has such a strong consciousness?"

"How did she practice it?"

"Did you come across any special chance?"

He didn't know that this was an alternative 'will of heaven'.

Think about the true will of heaven, which makes all the thirteen holy emperors have nothing.

The will of the Taoist priest Ling is only as strong as that of the heavenly level 11, which is already very weak.

Surrounded by this will, Jiang Cheng did not panic at all.

Because compared with the Daoyuan will, which only depends on instinct, his spirit is like a well-trained regular army.

Their offensive and defensive skills in the field of consciousness are not at the same level.

Not to mention that the sky level is eleven, even if the sky level is twelve, Jiang Cheng is qualified to fight against one.

After stabilizing his position, he quickly launched a counterattack.

When the Taoist priest was launched, the purple spirit turned into a small feather fan.

Facing the chaotic will, the feather fan shook gently.

Gusts of wind blew past.

The will that the front originally frantically tore at him gradually settled down a lot.

This is a deluding attack of spirit. It can be used to soften the opponent's consciousness in battle.

Brother Cheng is still soft hearted to this sister.

Even if she bit her, she didn't cut, corrode and devour it as soon as she came up, but chose a gentle means of appeasement.

Trying to calm her mind down.

Unfortunately, this will is not the consciousness of Ling at all, but the instinct to eliminate threats.

After a short period of calm, the will of the surrounding people showed their fangs again and tore at his spirit madly.

Jiang Cheng had no choice but to be tough.

The feather fan suddenly disintegrated into wisps of silk.

The crisscross and crisscross silk threads, glittering with magnificent purple awns, are woven into a huge net in an instant.

When the huge net fell, the originally irascible will of Daoyuan gradually lost the space of rage.

It is constantly compressed by the giant network and trapped in a small corner.

This is the means of restraining consciousness in "taishanghuadao".

Brother Cheng still doesn't intend to hurt this girl.

"Now it's time to settle down?"

"Can you wake up?"

How can Daoyuan's will be awake.

Even if it is closed by the giant net, it still struggles desperately for a second.

The huge net was soon bitten off by it.

Jiang Cheng can only change another spiritual skill.

But at the center of the broken net, countless streams suddenly flowed.

The stream rippled and quickly filled every hole in the huge net.

The huge net that has been filled into a piece of iron suddenly shrinks and turns into a purple giant clock, firmly locking the chaotic will inside.

Dang!

The distant and clear bell rang, bringing the echo of birds.

When the echo is gone, everything is silent.

The previous violent and chaotic scenes seemed to have never happened.

Everything fell silent with the bell.

Jiang Cheng hopes to make the other party completely calm down by suppressing the sleeping outside.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

After a short silence, a dull crash came from the inside of the giant clock.

Winter! Winter! Winter!

It was the will of Daoyuan who was trying to rush out.

Jiang Cheng, who was incarnated as Zhong, was shocked and almost fell into disorder.

This brother is finally pissed off.

"It's not over, is it?"

"Then don't blame me for being cruel!"

In the next moment, the spirit turned into eight arrows and lost into streamers, penetrating the will of Daoyuan across the street and nailing them in eight different directions.

The vertical and horizontal purple awns, like the light of a knife, cut the chaotic will of the Taoist source with the momentum of lightning.

Then, the flow of clouds and water became eight disconnected parts.

Before those chaotic will counterattack, the eight arrows suddenly disappeared, leaving only eight deep gullies.

Jiang Cheng gathered all the spirits and killed one of them.

This is the standard for dispersing the enemy and breaking them down one by one.

One eighth of the will of the Tao source could not stop his attack.

Jiang Cheng's original intention was to beat the will and wake Ling up.

But when he attacked the will of the source, something strange happened.

He somehow found that the chaotic consciousness he was facing was being swallowed up by his own spirit.

This feeling is familiar.

In those days, he had experienced it thousands of times.

That is to absorb the broken spirit tablet.

However, at this time, his consciousness of being swallowed up by him was much stronger than the spirit fragment recording the Tianzu's skill.

Even the high-level soul shattering tablets contain less than one thousandth of its will.

"How could this happen?"

Although many of the devoured will dissipated out of thin air, a considerable part of it was transformed into his spirit.

Just as he absorbed the broken spirit tablet, his spirit is improving.

And at an unprecedented speed!

"How can I absorb Ling's consciousness?"

Jiang Cheng fell into a strong confusion.

He used his spirit to attack and destroy many enemies.

However, no matter the immortal with weak consciousness, the heavenly people with strong spiritual will, or the demon and spirit people, their consciousness can not be absorbed.

If this kind of thing can be done, the Tianzu will not work together, but kill each other.

Because at that time, everyone would look at other people's eyes as greedy as looking at treasures.

Jiang Cheng did not know that what he absorbed was not Ling's consciousness.

It is the will born from the source of Tao.

When he recovered, his powerful and chaotic will had been swallowed up in half, and the intensity had dropped from the eleventh level to the tenth level.

As for his own spiritual intention, he broke through the eleven fold.

But at this time, Jiang city was unable to produce any joy.

"No!"

"If it goes on like this, won't Ling be killed by me?"

He quickly cut off the process of phagocytosis.

Then quickly click the time of opening the system skills, and want to turn back the time to restore the strength of the chaotic will in front of you.

But he found that he needed tens of millions of xuanjing, which was far from enough.

This is also very normal, because this time it involves the change of an ancient saint's Tao source, and the cost of time retrospection is very high.

"I wanted to save her, but I hurt her in turn!"

Jiang Cheng, who has always loved to take advantage of others, has only a strong sense of regret at this time.