Chapter 45 Nightmare

Botanical Garden, Dawn. Sean officially started his spiritual leap last night. So far, he has basically succeeded. The loose white mist in the sea of ​​consciousness has condensed into a red cloud at some point.

According to normal circumstances, Sean should have woken up and walked out of the meditation room at this moment, but in fact, Sean showed no trace of waking up. If his vital signs were not very stable, he would have had to It makes people suspect that he had some kind of accident.

At the foot of the mountain, after being guarded at the door for thirteen days, Mons was still meticulous and not slacking off at all.

"Is this here? Am I not making a spiritual leap? Did I fail?"

After slowly regaining consciousness, Sean looked around, but what he saw was pitch black.

Tick-tock, he took a step unintentionally, and the ripples were like water droplets. Sean noticed something strange.

Lowering his head, a piece of smooth mirror-like water surface came into his eyes. At this moment, he was standing on the water surface. What really surprised him was that the person under the water surface had black hair and black eyes exactly as he had before. It's a pity that at this moment, he can't see his true appearance above the water. In fact, he still has chestnut hair and blue eyes.

"You finally came."

Tick, another ripple rose from the calm water, and a pair of blue eyes appeared in front of Sean.

His expression changed silently, and Sean couldn't help being surprised when he saw the figure in front of him, because this person was him or Sean Montel.

"Outsiders, is my body useful?"

The strange voice echoed in Sean's ears, and Sean fell into confusion for a moment.

"Me, who am I? I am Sean Montel, no, I am Wang Yi, did I travel through time? Did I seize my body? No, I am Sean."

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

There seemed to be two people arguing in his head, and Sean felt a splitting headache and confusion.

A weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the figure that emerged from behind stepped towards Sean, whose eyes were unfocused and standing motionless. At this moment, what he reflected under the water was a twisted and changing pale mist.

Tick, tick, the two are getting closer and closer.

Tick ​​tock, the last ripple was raised, and the figure who appeared later smiled wider and gave Sean a big hug.

The figure slowly disappeared from bottom to top, turning into wisps of pale mist, but the smile at the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

As if he noticed something, a trace of struggle appeared in Sean's dull eyes, but it quickly disappeared again.

The spring breeze turned into rain, moistening things silently, and the pale mist became compatible with Sean. Unknowingly, Sean's face began to become blurry and distorted, making it impossible to see clearly.

"No, what is this!"

Inexplicable words echoed on the surface of the water, with untold horror. At some point, Sean's reflection under the water quietly changed. It was a strange door.

In the meditation room, Sean opened his eyes. His blue eyes contained the vicissitudes of life that made people feel lost. Fortunately, this vicissitudes of life soon disappeared.

"Nightmare? Blood wizard? Scarlet blood?"

Unfamiliar words blurted out, and Sean was rarely confused.

Reaching out his hand, the pale mist emerged, like clouds and mist, floating randomly. It seemed natural and harmless, but as his master, it was him. This pale mist was a living intelligent life, but Sean knew that this mist was a living, intelligent life. The calm appearance of mist hides the madness and distortion.

In the ancient times, demons appeared quietly in the world of Boya. This kind of creature is mysterious and abnormal, with an ethereal body and no body. It is best at parasitizing other life forms. Legend has it that some ancient demons can even parasitize gods. Terrible and terrifying.

In fact, although the talent of parasitism is rare, there are still some races or individuals in the liberal world who have it.

The real horror of the nightmare is that his parasitism is actually a kind of erosion of the true spirit of a living body, and it fundamentally replaces a living body.

Every complete life has its own true spirit. This is true for humans, and it is also true for monsters. However, the true spirit is hidden deep and is the foundation of a person. Most people will never find their true spirit in their lifetime and lose their true spirit. Spirit, fundamentally this person is dead.

The fifth level wizard, which is a legend in the usual sense, is called the true spirit wizard. If a fourth level wizard wants to step into the fifth level, he must find his true spirit and release the power of the true spirit. This shows that the true spirit has important.

Huh, his eyes returned to clarity. Sean squeezed his hand casually, and the pale mist dispersed with the wind. Of course, Sean knew very well that the pale mist or this demon just returned to his body.

"This time it was really dangerous. I almost died, but the rewards are not small."

As he murmured, Sean's expression was not good-looking. This demon had parasitized his body the first time he came into contact with the baby's bones, or the bones of the sixth-level titled wizard Blood-stained Wings, and it has remained until now. The traces were only revealed today. If the gate to another world had not existed in his true spirit, he might have been conceptually dead. After all, this nightmare had left the sixth-level wizard helpless and could only seal himself.

"The third level is indeed different."

Returning to the sea of ​​consciousness and looking at the clouds floating in it, Sean's heavy heart relaxed slightly. In any case, he had finally entered the third level and became a red-robed wizard.

Of course, at this moment, in addition to the red clouds, there is also a white cloud in Sean's consciousness, which is particularly conspicuous. This is the Pale Nightmare. Ever since his consciousness was wiped out by the door, he has been parasitic on Sean's body. In the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Perhaps he is my biggest gain this time."

Looking at the pale demon floating in the sea of ​​consciousness, which was as different as the white clouds, Sean's eyes darkened slightly.

This nightmare once eroded a sixth-level titled wizard and inherited everything from this wizard. Although the demon tide was cut off and polished by time, there were still many memory fragments remaining, and these were treasures waiting for him to unearth.

Of course, the role of this pale nightmare is not just that. He is a treasure in himself. As long as the opportunity is right, Sean can let him corrode other living beings.

Although the Pale Nightmare itself does not have any strong combat power, after it successfully corrodes a life form, it can completely replace the life form and obtain everything from the life form. In other words, as long as Sean allows the Pale Nightmare to corrode a powerful life form, then he can immediately obtain a powerful combat power.

"Maybe I should go check out the devil fruit tree."

After thinking about the benefits brought by the Pale Nightmare, Sean put it down. These benefits are not urgent for the time being and will take time to digest. The most important thing for him at the moment is to see the Devil Fruit Tree. After a successful spiritual leap, He vaguely felt the changes in the Devil Fruit Tree.