Five hundred feet underground.
Pang Jian, who was practicing the "Hutian Yangqi Jue" and using his spiritual sense to absorb the power of the star veins, also felt his soul tremble slightly.
He naturally noticed the woman in white, who released seven strands of moon-white divine thoughts in an attempt to stop him from drawing the star power into his dantian, and saw through the other party's ill intentions.
The woman blamed him for taking advantage of her, and out of anger she wanted to take revenge, but he didn't take it seriously.
Because the other party's cultivation level was only at the Soul Wandering Realm, the seven hidden magical thoughts could not shake his spellcasting.
But when the spiritual consciousness of both parties touched each other again, he felt happy and comfortable in his soul again. This surprised Pang Jian, but he also realized that something was wrong.
His soul is forged with three thousand divine consciousnesses containing divinity, and possesses the characteristics of a "Hell Soul Bee". When showing its aggressive side, it can erode the divinity of foreign gods.
Of course, whether or not to erode the divinity of foreign gods depends on his own heart.
When he thinks about it, the characteristics of the "Hell Soul Bee" in his soul will show its power.
When he doesn't want to do so, his consciousness can also be harmless.
For example, right now.
The spiritual consciousness he used to mobilize the star power was harmless and non-aggressive, and only served as a guide.
Such a consciousness should neither possess the corrosive properties of the "Underworld Soul Bee", nor should it possess the kind of wonder that makes his soul ecstatic and delighted.
So what's the problem
When thinking this, he was distracted by the sword in his hand, so he concentrated his mind and felt it carefully.
He felt and comprehended the increasingly surging waves of enchanting beauty, and also felt the strangeness within his spiritual consciousness, trying to unravel the problem and find the cause.
Gradually, he sensed an extremely subtle and obscure sword intent in his own non-aggressive spiritual consciousness.
An unknown amount of sword intent, however tiny, was hidden within his golden consciousness, emitting mysterious fluctuations.
Joy, ecstasy, pursuit of the wonderful enjoyment of the soul, establishment of emotional connection...
Many strange fluctuations emanated from those tiny sword intentions and never stopped.
If the seven strands of golden divine consciousness were likened to seven thin streams and rivers, then those tiny sword intentions would be insects and shrimps the size of rice grains.
—Place at the very bottom of the Spiritual Consciousness River.
If you don't examine it carefully and don't concentrate your attention, it will be difficult to see through it.
What Pang Jian found most incredible was that those extremely tiny sword intentions were clearly created by him.
The core of the sword intent is actually the divinity within his consciousness!
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember that he had deliberately modified his own spiritual consciousness to give it the ability to infect the other party's soul.
"After I killed Lie Yi, I fell into a mysterious state of sword enlightenment. In that situation, I comprehended and performed the many sword moves and sword techniques that my master had engraved in the sword order."
"At that time, all I had in my mind were various complicated and profound sword techniques, without too many subjective thoughts."
"Could it be..."
Full of doubts, he entered the Sword Order with a divine consciousness and came to the place where Li Zhaotian performed many sword techniques.
Looking at those big fat guys in blue clothes still inside the sword order, tirelessly performing many exquisite sword techniques, Pang Jian still felt sad and worried even though he knew that those were just rubbings.
Keeping his composure steady, he searched among the many shadows of Li Zhaotian.
He soon found the figure of a master, who was swinging his sword in a random manner, as if writing some words in the air.
He observed carefully, then immersed his consciousness in it.
"Ha ha!"
In this shadow belonging to Li Zhaotian, a hidden message was triggered and a voice suddenly came out.
"My good disciple, I know you are shy and you don't understand the wonderful taste of love. You are my disciple, Li Zhaotian, so how can you not have a few confidantes?"
"Hey! I will teach you the secret that I learned - the Sword of Joy - to you alone."
"This sword technique will not appear when you don't really feel joy, but when you think about imitating it, the sword intent will settle in your soul."
"The fact that you have read this message means that you have felt the beauty of the Sword of Pleasure and have tasted its flavor."
"Hehe! The path of cultivation is boring and long. If you are lucky enough to gain immortality, it will be even more boring. In our lives, there are countless beautiful scenery, countless delicious foods, and many beauties. You should experience them one by one, and don't miss any of them."
"As a teacher, I will not only teach you how to cultivate your sword, but also how to cultivate your mind and appreciate the myriad sceneries in life."
"Understand my secret and feel the beauty of life. Don't just practice cultivation and waste your limited time."
"Haha! Go quickly, go and learn the sword!"
"… "
Li Zhaotian's shouting and yelling came from the blue figure that was still waving the sword.
Pang Jian also suddenly realized that he was in the wonderful state of understanding the sword and seeking the sword, and he vaguely understood the sword technique left by his master in the sword light symbol.
The sword intent emitted by this sword technique had long been deposited in his soul. When his consciousness touched that of the woman in white, it naturally emerged.
He knew that this was a good-natured prank played by Li Zhaotian.
"Sword of Pleasure, what a strange name, but the pleasure is real..."
Pang Jian, who was underground, had a higher level of cultivation than the woman in white, and his spiritual awareness and insight also surpassed that of the woman above.
The strange woman's fair forehead, cheeks, neck, and even the exposed part of her forearm were all covered with crystal beads of sweat.
"This is Master's good intention. He was afraid that I would not be willing to study and ponder. But I feel... it's not bad."
Pang Jian, who was enjoying this wonderful thing, saw this and his seven golden spiritual consciousnesses suddenly flew out of the star veins.
Seven golden spiritual consciousnesses, like seven ferocious long snakes and dragons, entangled the spiritual consciousness of Yingyue, the goddess of the moon, as if demanding beauty without limit.
His original body, far away in the galaxy, was also on the huge altar, twisting his body restlessly.
His eyes were blurry and flustered, and the breath from the corners of his lips was incredibly hot.
He hurriedly severed his connection with the divine consciousness in many temples and no longer paid attention to the situation in the divine realm under his jurisdiction.
He was afraid that his miserable appearance would be reflected back to the statues that were inhabited by divine consciousness, and would cause panic among the believers.
"The lewd little thief from Purgatory!"
"I will pull you out, skin you alive, and cut you into pieces!"
He roared in his true form in the Moon Temple.
And his human body that had taken over Ling Yue'e didn't care whether there were any powerful Demon Sect members hiding inside or outside the Star-Moon Valley on the surface, and flew directly upwards trembling.
The seven moon-white spiritual consciousnesses that he had taken back were still being entangled by the golden spiritual consciousness while returning to his body.
There are hundreds of millions of believers in the outer galaxy, and there is a Moon Goddess who belongs to her own divine domain. Looking at the golden divine thoughts that are entangled with her own Yuebai divine consciousness, she feels as if her seven divine clones are being hugged by the other party and are unwilling to let go.
“Let go!”
“Get lost!”
"Who are you?"
"I, Yingyue, will definitely find you and kill you!"
The Moon Goddess's shrill scream came from Her seven strands of moon-white consciousness.
The first strand, the second strand, the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth strand.
The six strands of golden consciousness gradually let go of their entanglement with Him, as if they were unwilling to force Him, and as if they had finally realized that this was inappropriate.
When the last wisp of golden consciousness was separated from His mind, a somewhat uncertain question came: "Are you... unhappy? From what I see in your appearance, you are not actually in pain, and you are enjoying it as much as I am?"
"I really don't understand why you are in such a hurry to leave, and why you want to kill me?"
The spiritual connection was severed.
…
Inside the Star-Moon Valley, Yingyue, in human form, gasped and smashed everything within her sight in a rage.
The lunar energy that he had accumulated with great difficulty transformed into dazzling waves of light that extended outwards, destroying all physical objects.
Above the moon.
From inside the magnificent palace built for Him by the members of the Haoyue Clan working day and night without sleep, could be heard His angry roaring divine voice.
At this moment, the moon became brighter than ever before.
In the nearby starry sky, some gods who had migrated from other star regions also noticed the abnormality of the moon and heard the terrifying and violent voice of the Moon Goddess.
Yingyue, the moon goddess, has always been calm and rational in the eyes of those gods.
His strange reactions and abnormal behaviors made many gods feel strange.
After a moment.
A huge golden altar, pulled by giant three-legged golden crows, roared from the blazing sun and crossed billions of miles of galaxies in an instant.
Riding on the altar covering an area of ten thousand acres, the Sun God, with his majestic body wrapped in natural golden armor, quickly arrived above the moon.
His divine body is like a thousand-foot mountain, with lines containing the principles of the scorching sun, which are reflected in the armor on his body.
His pupils were burning, emitting a divine light that made people want to worship him.
Around the altar where He was standing, blazing flames suddenly arose, and huge explosions continued to occur inside, forming a series of terrifying storms that seemed to destroy the world.
"Yingyue, what happened?"
The handsome sun god asked gently.
Many members of the Haoyue tribe had already knelt down at this moment, with their heads buried in their chests, not daring to look directly at his altar.
I dare not even look directly at His divine face.
The Moon Goddess was in a very bad mood. She suppressed her desire to kill and said, "It has nothing to do with you. Please leave my sacred place immediately!"
"If you have something to tell me, you can tell me. I am above the sun. You know what I mean." The Sun God, who was met with rebuff, sighed helplessly and tactfully moved the altar and left.
He knew that it was pointless to get entangled and it would only cause more resentment.
The members of the Haoyue tribe all remained where they were, not daring to move, as if they had become deaf and blind.
The Moon Goddess did not respond to the Sun God's advances.
But inside the Moon Temple, there were sounds of countless rare vessels breaking one by one.
…
(End of this chapter)