“It turned out that a bee pupa was created through a huge broken beehive in the Spirit Praying Forbidden Land!”
Without thinking too much, Pang Jian knew that the first bee pupa must be the queen bee, also known as the queen bee.
Later, if new bee pupae appear, they must be bred by the queen bee.
"What a fast absorption speed!"
After a moment of blank thinking, Pang Jian realized that the 128 strands of spiritual consciousness were shrinking at an alarming speed.
The consumption of Qi and blood is also intense!
He quickly took out the soul-nourishing pill and buckets of ferocious beast blood, and consumed them in this sea of dust so that he could always stay in the best combat condition.
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The previous battle site.
A huge stone covered with flesh and blood floated out from the broken bones and hovered in the air strangely.
“Swish!”
The flesh and blood covering the stone was still slowly tightening and bonding, and the beautiful female face was gradually becoming more refined.
On this quiet night, a being that does not belong to this world appeared in a bloody way.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
Many spider legs carved from stone and His broken body also flew up from the ground.
With his divine power, he tried to connect the spider's legs and body to form a flawless whole.
His eyes, which were constantly rippling with light, searched everywhere for a body that could be used, but he was unable to find a living creature to extract flesh and blood from.
Due to the lack of more flesh and blood, the spider's body and legs, which had been broken for countless years, could not be glued together smoothly.
This also means that this foreign god currently only has a beautiful female face, and the rest of the spider's legs and body are still made of stone.
then.
With its head floating among the boulders, it flew away from this bloody place to search for a new target.
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Hundreds of miles away.
A ten-foot-tall wooden man, exuding a thick and filthy strange power, walked alone on the earth.
He, who is carved from wood, also has a human-like figure, with slightly blurred facial features and stiff limbs.
What distinguished Him from wooden statues was His gray-brown eyes—full of a deadly intent that made everything withered and silent.
Wherever He looked, the plants, flowers, insects, and birds would wither and die in an instant.
"Da Da! Da Da!"
His wooden legs and feet pounded on the cold and hard ground of the Spirit Praying Forbidden Land, like the god of death ringing the death knell.
Gradually, a terrifying wave that caused the death of all living beings spread out with Him as the center, but the range was limited to within thirty feet.
A group of evil cultivators who were arguing suddenly noticed Him wandering in the cold and lonely wilderness and began to worship Him.
He shook his head.
His evil eyes, which exuded a sense of withering death, looked across the air at the gathered cultivators.
Gradually, more than a dozen evil cultivators became lifeless.
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In a deep valley in the forbidden area.
A dark yellow flag fluttered in the wind, tattered, from an altar that had exploded into hundreds of pieces.
There were dozens of holes on the flag, as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade.
Suddenly, a dozen holes turned into evil eyes.
It was as if there was a secret existence from another world, which put its many eyes towards the flag and looked at the strange world below through the holes in the flag.
"Hoo! Woo!"
The flags fluttered in the wind.
There were strange whispers coming from those holes in the eyes, as if many lives were sharing their thoughts.
Or it was like the countless thoughts and ideas of one of the gods, quarreling with each other.
…
In a ground of stone powder.
Pang Jian looked listless as he took out another soul-nourishing pill and swallowed it. He allowed the bee pupa in the bronze plate to absorb his mental energy.
Once he realizes that his energy and blood are insufficient, he will frantically eat the flesh of ferocious beasts and drink the blood of high-level ferocious beasts.
He devoted all his efforts to the growth of the bee pupa.
I don’t know how long it lasted, how many soul-nourishing pills were consumed, and how much blood and flesh of ferocious beasts were wasted.
Finally, the queen bee, who was still in the form of a pupa, stopped her excessive demands on him.
At this moment, a voice that was not yet clearly expressed was released from it.
It begged Pang Jian to collect... divine consciousness for it.
Pang Jian, who had not yet recovered, was still dizzy and had no idea what divine consciousness was.
When he tried to communicate with the bee pupa with his mind, he found that the bee pupa had entered a dormant state and no longer responded to him.
"Divine consciousness, is it the divine consciousness in my sea of consciousness? No, if it is divine consciousness, it doesn't need me to collect it."
"Divinity... Only so-called gods should have divinity."
"Is it possible?"
Pang Jian made a bold guess.
After a moment, Pang Jian, who had recovered most of his energy and fighting power, began to move around in the Qi Ling Forbidden Land again.
Soon, a statue of a foreign god carved from a blue-black tree root appeared in front of Pang Jian after being chopped into pieces.
There were no corpses or bones of any living creature around the wooden sculpture of the deity, nor were there any obvious abnormalities.
“You can only try it in this case.”
"Bang!"
A piece of dark blue wood turned into flying sawdust.
A faint, almost undistinguishable breath escaped from the wood that had turned into sawdust and was sucked into the bronze plate.
“It really works!”
He held the bronze plate called the Gate of Purgatory and began to knock on the broken pieces of other blue-black tree roots one by one.
When the wood block instantly turned into wood powder, he sensed a weak breath, which was absorbed by the bronze plate in his hand.
"Is this the so-called divine consciousness?"
Afterwards, he moved excitedly and carefully in the forbidden area of prayer.
He tried to touch all the broken altars, stone statues and wood carvings that had been chopped into pieces along the way with the bronze plate.
Some altars, stone statues, and wood carvings will turn into stone chips and dust when knocked by the bronze plate, and a very faint smell will be absorbed.
However, most of the altar stone statues do not have any magical relics inside, and no strange changes will occur when the bronze plate is knocked.
"Perhaps, some gods were unable to withstand the test of time and have perished in some foreign land."
Pang Jian guessed secretly.
On this day, he turned a broken stone statue into stone powder using a bronze plate.
A trace of mysterious power quietly escaped into his sea of consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, a new... spiritual consciousness was born from the acupoint below his sea of consciousness!
The total number of Pang Jian's spiritual consciousness also changed from one hundred and twenty-eight to one hundred and twenty-nine!
He was horrified to find that he had broken an inherent rule for practitioners!
The rule is that the total amount of spiritual consciousness of a cultivator in the Dongxuan realm will be fixed in the early stages and can never be changed afterwards.
He is now in the middle stage of Dongxuan Realm. His total spiritual consciousness has been condensed a little more because the bronze plate absorbed a trace of divine consciousness!
There are obvious differences between the rules he follows and those of the Dongxuan realm cultivators!
"After the spiritual consciousness breaks through 100, every time you condense 10 strands, it will be a whole new world. I am currently at 129. If I can get one or two more strands, I can cross the threshold of 130..."
Pang Jian's heart was surging.
According to Ye Fei, in the past eight hundred years, the total amount of spiritual consciousness of no one in the Second Realm could cross the threshold of one hundred and thirty.
However, the existence of divine consciousness and the wonder of the bronze medal gave Pang Jian hope.
“We have to try it.”
Next, Pang Jian worked harder and harder to collect the broken altar stone statues from the Qi Ling Forbidden Land.
Two days later, with the help of new gains, he once again condensed a new spiritual consciousness.
"One hundred and thirty strands!"
Pang Jian's eyes lit up with joy.
Another day passed, and he suddenly saw the fragments of the golden chariot of the Galaxy Alliance.
I also saw a giant hand with its wrist resting on the ground, its palm open and facing the sky.
The huge hand, which did not look like a human, was not made of stone, but of the bones of some huge animal.
This altar with a unique shape looks like a huge hand reaching out from the depths of the earth at first glance.
now.
In the palm of the giant hand, there was a girl sitting quietly who was familiar to Pang Jian—Xie Xiwen from the Galaxy Alliance.
Pieces of severed "finger bones" were scattered beside the altar, and next to the "finger bones" was the body of a guardian named Shen Lei.
There were also two elderly elders of the Galaxy Alliance, who were no longer known to have been dead, but they had happy smiles on their faces.
In such a strange atmosphere, Xie Xiwen, who had a beautiful figure, actually closed her eyes and practiced peacefully.
She looked serene, with a powerful vitality surging from her body.
Pang Jian approached slowly, looking at her from every angle, ready to escape at any time.
Sudden.
Her long eyelashes on her jade-white face moved slightly, as if she was about to wake up from her meditation.
It was also at this time.
An expression of great pain appeared on her face, as if she was enduring inhuman torture, her body and mind being urged on by some terrible force.
Her lips moved tremblingly, but no sound came out.
But Pang Jian could understand what she wanted to express by moving the corners of her mouth, which was... Save me, save me, who can save me
"boom!"
Pang Jian had a splitting headache, as if his skull was being hit by many huge hammers, and he almost had a mental breakdown.
Not only did he stop instantly, he was also retreating step by step.
His eyes and attention were always on Xie Xiwen on the special altar. He whispered bitterly in his heart: "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to help you, and I don't want to risk my life."
In Yuanmang's land, this woman had shown rare kindness to him and was one of the few people willing to speak for him.
But he really couldn't help.
"Xie Xiwen" Jingze moved his lips.
"Little brother."
He spoke softly.
Pang Jian suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and found that He had opened his tightly closed eyes, with a silver light shining in them, and he was looking at him with an intriguing look.
Under the stars and the moon, his temperament is elegant and refined, like an ethereal fairy.
Pang Jian didn't dare to admire, nor did he dare to show any disrespect, and he just kept walking away.
He patted the seat beside him and said with a smile: "Come and sit here, and chat with me for a few minutes, okay?"
His voice was pleasant to the ears, and had a magical power that made people obey him willingly. Just by listening to his voice, Pang Jian felt dizzy as if he was drunk.
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(End of this chapter)