"Spiritual consciousness is indeed of infinite use."
Pang Jian in the canyon watched the streak of blood fade away thoughtfully, knowing that it would be difficult to catch up.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
Driven by his mind and will, with spiritual power as the source of power, the three silver balls flew out from a crack in a rock, a pile of dry grass, and a piece of mud respectively.
The three "Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunders" disappeared one by one in his bracelet.
If Fang Boxuan stayed to fight, he would force this man as close to the location where the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder" was buried, or he would deliberately expose his flaws and get close to those locations, waiting for an opportunity to detonate three thunder balls to hit Fang Boxuan hard.
Unfortunately, the frightened Fang Boxuan only wanted to escape, so all the tricks he had prepared in advance were useless.
He was able to explode the thunder ball from a distance just now because he relied on his spiritual sense.
Although the spiritual consciousness existing in his sea of consciousness cannot be controlled exquisitely at present, it is precisely because of the existence of the spiritual consciousness that he can control spiritual power from a distance.
However, he was unable to do this before in the Innate Realm.
During the innate realm, if the spiritual energy leaves the body for even a little while, it will lose contact with him.
Whether it is releasing the "Explosive Dance" or gathering spiritual power to condense the Star Stream or Moon Blade, they will quickly lose contact with him after leaving the body.
The various strange powers injected into the Jingjing Gun allowed the connection with his perception to be maintained a little longer after the Jingjing Gun flew out of his hand.
He guessed that it might be because the Shocking Gun was inherently strange.
However, even if he used the spear-controlling technique, he would still have to take the spear back into his hand after a while so that he could re-establish the connection with the spiritual power in the spear.
Not like now.
The power he released from "Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder" and "Poisonous Ghost Miasma" could not only stay connected to him, but he could also make the power explode with just a thought.
“Whoosh!”
He threw it casually, and the Jingzhi Spear was like a silver dragon, flying into the sky and hiding in the ground according to his mental instructions.
The spear sometimes shot straight up into the sky, and sometimes it twisted and turned, stabbing at the imaginary enemy in his mind at a tricky angle.
The spiritual power, extreme cold power, starlight and moon energy that were poured into the Jingzhi Gun in advance can all be controlled by his mind and will.
Because of the existence of spiritual consciousness in his sea of consciousness, he can use his own thoughts to control the many forces within the gun barrel.
At present, what makes him regretful is that he cannot inject spiritual power into the Jingzhi Gun remotely.
When the power of the Jingzhi Spear is exhausted, the spear needs to be taken into the palm of the hand before it can be infused with many strange powers again.
"If we can infuse power through the air, the power of the Jingzhi Spear will definitely increase dramatically. In this way, not only will the spear technique be unpredictable, but it may also be able to fly dozens of miles away, kill people, and then return at will."
Pang Jian was secretly looking forward to it.
After a while.
When he first entered the Dongxuan Realm, he moved around near the fourth and fifth peaks. Sometimes he wore his original black clothes, and sometimes he changed into the robes of the Sword Tower.
He soon realized the power of the blue robe and the sword-shaped token left by Qi Qingsong.
As long as he wore the blue robe with the Sword Tower logo, any casual cultivator he met by chance, or the noble family members and elders from the third realm, would all look at him in awe.
Knowing his identity and knowing that he possessed a huge amount of spirit stones, neither the independent cultivators nor the children of the aristocratic families dared to act rashly.
After thinking about it carefully, he gradually understood why those independent cultivators with high cultivation levels and the elders of the aristocratic families remained calm when they met him, who was wearing the robes of the Sword Tower.
On the one hand, the other party felt that they might not be able to kill him successfully, and on the other hand, they were afraid of being seen by people nearby during the action.
As long as someone saw them killing the outer disciples of the Sword Tower and the news spread, they would be in endless trouble.
In today's Yuanmang fragmented land, there are practitioners hiding in the deep valleys, forests, and many mountain caves.
No one can guarantee that the act of killing him and stealing the treasure will not be seen by another person.
However.
As long as he took off the robe with the Sword Tower logo and changed into his usual black outfit...
Once those who had never seen him wearing Jianlou's attire confirmed his identity, they all became excited.
—Everyone wants to kill him and take away the millions of spirit stones.
"A strong sect background is like a high-level amulet. It is really useful."
After several consecutive attempts, Pang Jian had to admit that relying on a sect with profound heritage could indeed avoid a lot of trouble.
This day.
Pang Jian, dressed in black, completely left the fourth peak and gradually approached the third peak.
Unlike the first and second peaks, the third peak is covered with grass and trees, and the top is uneven, as sharp as a sword blade.
The same is true. There were no flying objects parked on the third peak before.
"The Wood Tribe..."
Pang Jian stopped, squinted his eyes and looked from afar, and found that many members of the Wood Tribe, mixed with a small number of members of the Ghost Tribe, were roaming around the third peak with dense branches and leaves.
At the other end of the second peak, on the smooth top of the mountain, were members of the Celestial Clan and the Demonic Scale Clan.
"Pang Jian, how did you get here?"
Huang Qi quietly reappeared.
Pang Jian, who was startled, looked towards the place where he came from and found that a dozen independent cultivators of varying realms and elders from aristocratic families were huddled behind a moss-covered rock.
"The boy from the Sword Tower!"
A casual cultivator from the Dongxuan realm, who had been active at the Fourth Peak not long ago, saw Pang Jian wearing the clothes of the Sword Tower and screamed softly at this moment.
"Jianlou?" The elder of the Youshi family was stunned and said lightly, "I also saw him yesterday evening. He was clearly wearing black clothes!"
Someone else whispered, "I saw him kill two people in the Cave Profound Realm!"
—In the early stages of the Dongxuan realm, the appearance of spiritual consciousness cannot be too far away from oneself.
"You kid has broken through?"
Huang Qi couldn't help yelling after he came over.
A few days ago, Pang Jian was still in the Xiantian realm, but he didn't expect that when he saw him again, he was already in the Dongxuan realm, which surprised him greatly.
Looking at Huang Qi, who had an extraordinary appearance, Pang Jian looked puzzled and asked, "What are you doing gathering over there?"
"We just want to keep each other warm."
Huang Qi curled his lips and talked to Pang Jian about the latest situation.
A group of the alien races and ferocious beasts that suddenly appeared in Yuanmang have already evacuated from this world on flying spiritual instruments that they had seized.
The evacuated aliens, carrying many rare spiritual materials that they had seized, seemed to have gone to the fourth realm that was infected by foul alien forces.
The remaining alien races and ferocious beasts concentrated their strength, mostly occupying the second and third peaks, and were trying to find a way to break through the first peak that Cao Mang and Madam Hua had carefully managed.
Apart from this, there are almost no alien races or ferocious beasts in other mountains and areas of Yuanmang.
As long as the practitioners who are still alive stay away from the First Peak as much as possible and hide in a secluded and deserted place, they should be able to survive this disaster safely.
"The major sects will eventually gather their forces to Yuanmang. They won't be able to hold out for too long."
“Ah, I didn’t expect that Cao Laogou was so powerful. He could rely on the underground spiritual veins of Yuanmang Shattered Land and use the First Peak as the foundation to create a Tiangang Slaughtering Spirit Array.”
"If the aliens can't break this formation, they can't reach the top of the mountain. They can only watch Cao Laogou act arrogantly!"
"I'm really going to be pissed off!"
Huang Qi cursed angrily.
Pang Jian looked into the distance.
The first peak, which was two thousand feet high, was indeed surrounded by brilliant light. Numerous blade-like spiritual lights were interwoven into a giant net, covering the entire mountain top.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions is still converging towards the top of the first peak. That towering mountain seems to be bathed in auspicious divine light, appearing tall and mysterious.
He couldn't see Cao Mang, Madam Hua, and people like Jiu Yuan above him.
However, he felt an astonishing murderous aura on the first peak of Yuanmang, as if it could kill all the evil demons.
"Cao Mang, Jiuyuan, are those people still alive?"
Pang Jian suddenly said.
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. Because of the existence of the Tiangang Soul-Slaughtering Formation, these bastards are alive and well." Huang Qi sighed, not caring whether the casual cultivators and the elders of the aristocratic families nearby would hear him. He said with regret: "These alien races have come, why don't they send down the seventh-level strongmen?"
"Level seven?"
Pang Jian thought for a moment and said, "What will happen when the seventh-level alien race and fierce beasts arrive?"
"I was just joking, just saying it casually."
Huang Qi rolled his eyes, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "It's better not to come. Level 7 alien races and fierce beasts are not something the Third Realm can handle. If a few of them really come..."
"The Yuan Mang has already fallen. You, me, and everyone should be dead."
He stopped smiling and said seriously, "Level 7 alien races and fierce beasts can not only destroy the Yuanmang Shattered Land in a short time, but also put nearby Shattered Lands and even the Xuanyou Continent in danger. Level 7 is equivalent to a major cultivation of the Soul Wandering Realm. This is not a force that should appear in the Third Realm, and it is beyond the endurance limit of the five major sects."
"oh."
Pang Jian nodded and gave up the idea.
"Underground spiritual veins..."
After raising his eyebrows, Pang Jian asked tentatively: "If the underground spiritual vein is gone, can the Tiangang Slaughtering Spirit Formation still function?"
"Of course not."
Huang Qi looked disgusted at asking such common sense, and said, "Although the Yuanmang under our feet only has a very small spiritual vein, it is also extremely precious."
"Which of these powerful sects, such as Lieyang Sect, Xinghe League, Hongshan Sect, and Xueyue Sect, did not rely on spiritual veins to build their sects?"
"If the spiritual veins are gone, the foundations on which these sects rely for their strength will also be destroyed. Even the sect's protective formations are often closely related to the spiritual veins. If the spiritual veins are really broken or dried up, the major sects will have to find new land and have to relocate."
Afterwards, he explained to Pang Jian the great significance of the precious spiritual vein to the sect.
Pang Jian nodded repeatedly as he listened.
After a moment.
"This place is dangerous, I'd better not join in the fun."
Seeing that many people had come over curiously, Pang Jian bowed and said goodbye.
In a valley next to the third peak, looking at a winding stream, Pang Jian stopped to establish contact with the black turtle.
“Huh!”
He suddenly realized that there was a broken land where the black turtle was hiding, and it was very close to him. It seemed that it would not take long for the black turtle to control the broken land and reach Yuanmang.
"There is a strange spiritual vein hidden in the Yuanmang broken land under my feet. Can you absorb it?"
Pang Jian conveys his inner thoughts and consciousness.
The black turtle responded instantly, telling Pang Jian that it was heading for that underground spiritual vein.
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(End of this chapter)