Soul-searching is to read the other party's memory through spiritual sense invading the soul-searched person's mind, so naturally there is no deception.

This requires the caster's spiritual sense to be strong with the other party, or the soul searcher willingly cooperate. Otherwise, the caster's spiritual sense will naturally be suppressed by the other party.

Furthermore, the person being cast is required to be alive, because the memory of the dead will dissipate, and there will naturally be nothing to find under the soul search. At this time, Yun Yifei and the other two hurried forward to check the situation of the three monks.

During the inspection, he naturally took over the storage bag tied around the monk's waist. Although Ren Zeyu followed, he did not check tactfully, in order to avoid misunderstandings and sharing the spoils. After all, the other party saved his life and he had no hope of gaining anything else.

The monk who controlled the mummy was completely dead. Although the other two monks were seriously injured, they were breathing a sigh of relief. However, they could no longer be healed under this injury, but this was enough for soul searching.

"Please be wary of fellow Taoist Ren for a while." Yun Yifei squatted beside the middle-aged monk. He first sent a few words to Yun Xiang quietly to make him be careful. After all, he was necessary to guard against others, and then said to Ren Zeyu.

"Fellow Daoist, you should be so," Ren Zeyu said, and walked a little farther away with some sensibility, released his spiritual sense, paying attention to the surrounding situation.

Yun Yifei nodded to Yun Xiang beside him again, then released his spiritual consciousness, and invaded from the middle-aged monk's forehead. In the nearby sea of ​​consciousness, a spiritual consciousness surged out with a faint consciousness, fighting against Yun Yifei's powerful spiritual consciousness. This was naturally the cultivator's subconscious resistance.

Yun Yifei wiped out the faint consciousness without any effort, leaving only pure spiritual energy. Then he moved his mind and controlled his spiritual consciousness to directly invade the middle-aged monk's sea of ​​consciousness.

"How good would it be if these spiritual consciousnesses could be absorbed, and they could also replenish the consumed spiritual consciousness." Looking at the pure spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness, Yun Yifei thought with a pity that although the previous fierce fighting did not last long, it also consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness, especially the use of top-level magic weapons, which naturally cost more spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly, Yun Yifei felt the dantian jumping for a moment, and then, under his eyes, the purple bead that had been silent for a long time showed a strong suction force. This time it did not absorb the spiritual power in the dantian. This was the invisible suction force attached to Yun Yifei's spiritual consciousness, and directly absorbed the spiritual consciousness of the middle-aged monk.

An energy fluctuation occurred between Yun Yifei and the middle-aged monk, and the pure energy of the spiritual consciousness directly poured into the purple beads in the dantian.

Yun Yifei was surprised when he saw this, and he was busy circulating his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power to collect the absorbed spiritual energy into the sea of ​​consciousness as much as possible.

In this way, only a small part of the spiritual energy was absorbed by Yun Yifei because the suction force produced by the purple bead was too powerful, and this was what he fought for with all his strength.

In just a moment, the middle-aged monk's sea of ​​consciousness had dried up, but the suction was still constant. After Yun Yifei received a sound from the dragon crocodile, his spiritual consciousness was transferred to the middle-aged monk's dantian, and then he absorbed the spiritual power in it.

With Yun Yifei's efforts, he naturally also fought for a small part of his spiritual power. After all the spiritual sense and spiritual power were absorbed, the suction force disappeared. At this time, the middle-aged monk's aura was even weaker. Yun Yifei did not dare to neglect, and his spiritual sense penetrated into his memory.

Not long after, information that was useful to me came into my mind, and I naturally knew the reason why a large number of martial artists in the secular world disappeared, but now it is not considered to solve the problem, because the culprit was the monk named Cheng Wentong.

When his spiritual sense was withdrawn, Yun Yifei began to think. According to the memory of the middle-aged monk, Cheng Wentong's cultivation level was in the Great Perfection of Qi Practice. Even if he put aside the mummy who had not yet been sacrificed and refined, he still had a flexibly controlled spiritual corpse, and his methods were naturally good. He also had an uncle in the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

After thinking for a while, Yun Yifei walked towards the cultivator who controlled the soul-devouring flag. Since he had obtained relevant information, there was no need to use soul searching techniques. His spiritual consciousness directly invaded his sea of ​​consciousness, erasing the remaining consciousness, and absorbed all his spiritual consciousness with the help of Zizhu.

Yun Yifei looked inside and saw that the purple bead had returned to calm again. No matter how he communicated, he could not get a response from the dragon crocodile, so he had to give up.

Seeing Yun Yifei standing up, Ren Zeyu, who was a little far away, also walked over.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, what have you gained?" Ren Zeyu asked hurriedly. Although Yun Xiang had not spoken, he looked inquiring.

"These people killed nearby monks to obtain their blood to sacrifice and refine spiritual corpses, and the four of them served a monk named Cheng Wentong..." Yun Yifei sorted out the language and told the truth.

"Although the other party has good cultivation and has the help of the refined spirit corpse, fortunately there are two left and there are no other accomplices. We will naturally have some advantage by fighting against two." Since the other party is a cultivator of the Soul Refining Sect, Yun Xiang naturally advocates killing the two.

"You two have the grace of saving your life, so you will naturally advance and retreat with you. Besides, they killed my companion, so it is impossible to be good. Let's decide, Ren will follow you naturally." Ren Zeyu saw that the two looked at him, so he expressed his attitude.

"Since that's the case, let's hurry up and recover and settle the score with the two Soul Refining Sect cultivators." Yun Yifei and Yun Xiang naturally hated the Soul Refining Sect to the core. Even if Ren Zeyu did not agree to go together, the two of them would not be able to give up.

Yun Yifei released several fireball techniques to burn the bodies of the three people, and then arranged a formation nearby. Ren Zeyu hesitated for a moment and followed the two into the formation and recovered from meditation.

Yun Yifei absorbed some of the spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, which naturally supplemented it, but it had not yet reached its best state. At this time, he meditated and practiced, and quickly absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy.

This place is not too close to the Soul Refining Sect, but is located south to the junction of the sphere of influence of the Witchcraft Sect and the Spirit Beast Sect, and belongs to the periphery of the Heilao Qunshan. Usually, few monks come here, and usually pass by in a hurry.

The reason why Cheng Wentong and others chose this place was to facilitate the capture of martial arts practitioners in the secular world.

Because the spiritual energy here is relatively thin, Yun Yifei arranged a spirit gathering array within the defensive formation, so the recovery of the three of them is naturally much faster.

Yun Yifei recovered first and checked the two storage bags. Another storage bag that controlled the spiritual corpse monk was put away when Yun Xiang was prosecuting. The storage bag included some cultivation techniques and talismans, and some spiritual stones. As an ordinary monk, his accumulation was naturally ordinary.

There were sound transmission jade slips in both storage bags, and they were taken out to check. There were several messages inside, asking where they were, what was the situation, and whether the monk was captured and killed.

Yun Yifei didn't know his voice transmission habit, so he did not answer for safety reasons.

"Fellow Daoist Ren, you can use this storage bag to see what it is useful." After both of them recovered, Yun Yifei handed the storage bag of the cultivator who used the Soul-Devouring Flag to Ren Zeyu.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I can't help it. I'm grateful for the two who saved my life. How can I share the spoils? It's not allowed," Ren Zeyu quickly waved his hand and refused.

"Fellow Daoist Ren, don't be polite. After all, there will be a battle next. If you have more means, it will be easier to win, so don't refuse."

Ren Zeyu knew that this was Yun Yifei's persuasion. Even if there were some special magic weapons inside, they could not be taken for sacrifice and refining at this time, so he naturally refused.

Ren Zeyu finally refused and accepted it happily, and could not help but thank him. His spiritual sense penetrated into the storage bag and roughly understood the items inside. The twenty talismans could be used immediately.

After a brief discussion, the three of them moved forward in one direction.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!