"Unexpectedly, a bee pupa was created from a huge broken hive in the forbidden place of spiritual prayer!"
Without thinking too much, Pang Jian knew that the first bee pupa must be a queen bee, or the so-called queen bee.
Subsequently, if new bee pupae appear, they must have been incubated by the queen bee.
"What a fast absorption speed!"
After a while, Ye Shen thought, and Pang Jian noticed that one hundred and twenty-eight rays of consciousness were shrinking at an alarming speed.
The consumption of energy and blood is equally intense!
He quickly took out the soul nourishing pill, and took out buckets of the blood of the ferocious beasts, and took it in the sea of dust, so as to maintain a better fighting condition at all times.
…
The previous battle site.
A huge stone covered with flesh and blood floated out from the broken bones, suspended strangely in the air.
"Chi!"
The flesh and blood body covering the stone is slowly tightening and adhering, and the beautiful female face is gradually becoming more detailed.
On that quiet night, an existence that did not belong to this world appeared in a bloody way.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Many spider legs carved from stone, as well as his broken spider body, were also flying 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 available bodies, but could not find another living creature to extract flesh and blood.
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 smoothly glued together.
That also makes the god from the outside world currently have a beautiful face of a woman, and the rest of the spider's legs and body are no different from stone.
To no.
It floated with its head among the boulders and flew away from that bloody place to search for a new target.
…
Hundreds of miles away.
A ten-foot-tall wooden man, with thick filthy supernatural power emanating from his body, was walking alone on the earth.
He is made of wood carvings and has a humanoid form, with slightly vague facial features and very stiff limbs.
What sets him apart from the wooden statue is his gray-brown eyes - whether they are full of death that makes all things wither.
Wherever He looked, the plants, flowers, insects, and birds withered away in an instant.
"Ta-ta! Ta-ta!"
His wooden legs and feet beat on the cold and hard earth of the forbidden place of prayer, like the god of death ringing the death knell.
Gradually, with Him as the center, the terrifying fluctuations that caused the death of all sentient beings were dispersed, but the scope was limited to a distance of thirty feet.
A group of evil cultivators who were arguing suddenly noticed Him wandering in the lonely wilderness and began to worship Him.
He shook his head.
With his evil eyes spreading withered and dead intent, he looked at the gathered casual cultivators from afar.
Gradually, more than a dozen evil cultivators became lifeless.
…
In a deep valley in a forbidden area.
There was a dark yellow flag flying out from outside an altar that had been broken into hundreds of pieces, tattered and fluttering in the wind.
There are dozens of holes on the flag's surface, as if it had been penetrated by a sharp knife.
Suddenly, a dozen broken holes turned into evil eyes.
It is as if there is a hidden existence from another world, its many eyes are focused on the flag, and the broken holes on the flag are used to examine the strange world in the east.
"Whoo! Woohoo!"
Flags flutter in the wind.
There were strange murmurs emanating from the holes in the eyes, as if many beings were exchanging their thoughts.
Or is it like the countless thoughts and thoughts of one of the gods, and the quarrels between them.
…
A ground covered in stone powder.
With a dejected expression, Pang Jian once again took out a soul-nourishing pill and served it to Dong. He let the bee pupa outside the bronze medal absorb his mind and energy.
Once he sensed a lack of Qi and blood, he would crazily eat the meat of ferocious beasts and drink the blood of high-level ferocious beasts.
He devoted all his efforts to the growth of bee pupae.
I don’t know how long it lasted, how many soul-raising pills were spent, and how much flesh and blood of ferocious beasts were squandered.
Finally, the queen bee, who was currently in the form of a bee pupa, stopped her endless pursuit of him.
At that time, a voice that was not clearly expressed was released from it.
It begged Pang Jian to collect...divine consciousness for it.
Pang Jian, who had not yet recovered, was feeling 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.
"Does the divine consciousness represent the divine consciousness in his sea of consciousness? Yes, if it is divine consciousness, it does not need to be collected by him."
"Divinity... there are so-called gods, and they should possess divinity."
"Could it be?"
Pang Jian made a bold guess.
After a while, Pang Jian, who had regained most of his energy and combat power, started to move around in the forbidden place for praying for spirits again.
Soon, a foreign god carved from green and black tree roots appeared in front of Pang Jian's eyes after being cut into pieces.
There were no corpses or broken bones around the wooden god, and there were no obvious abnormalities.
"Only in that case can you try it."
He came closer and touched the wooden fragments with the bronze medal.
"Peng!"
A piece of blue-black wood turned into sawdust and flew into the air.
A breath that was so weak that it was almost indistinguishable escaped from the wood that had turned into wood powder and was sucked into the outside of the bronze medal.
“It’s really doable!”
Holding the bronze medal called the Gate of Purgatory, he began to knock on the pieces of other blue-black tree roots piece by piece.
When the wooden block instantly turned into wood powder, he felt a very weak breath, which was absorbed by the bronze medal in his leg.
"Is there so-called divine consciousness in it?"
Afterwards, he moved excitedly and carefully in the forbidden place for spiritual prayer.
He tried to touch all the broken altars, stone statues and wooden sculptures chopped into pieces along the way with bronze medals.
Some altars, stone statues, and wood carvings will turn into stone dust when struck by a bronze medal, and a very weak breath will be absorbed.
However, most of the stone statues on the altar have no supernatural remnants on the outside, and no strange changes will occur when the bronze medal is tapped.
"Perhaps, some gods cannot withstand the test of long time and have fallen in some strange places."
Pang Jian secretly guessed.
That day, he turned a broken stone statue into stone powder with a bronze medal.
A trace of mysterious power quietly escaped into his sea of consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, a new ray of... divine consciousness was born in his acupuncture point in the east of the 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 shocked to discover that he had broken an inherent rule among practitioners!
Is that a rule - the total number of spiritual consciousness of a monk in the Dongxuan Realm will be determined in the early stage, and it can no longer be changed after that.
He is currently in the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm, and his total spiritual consciousness is due to the bronze medal absorbing a trace of divine consciousness, allowing him to condense an additional ray of divine consciousness!
There are obvious differences between him and the rules of the Dongxuan Realm monks!
"After breaking through a hundred spiritual consciousness, every ten more rays condensed will create a new world. He is now one hundred and twenty-nine. If he can add one or two more rays, he can cross the threshold of one hundred and thirty..."
Pang Jian's heart was surging.
According to Ye Fei, in the past eight hundred years, no one in the Second Realm had a total spiritual consciousness that could cross the threshold of one hundred and thirty.
But the existence of divine consciousness and the wonder of that bronze medal gave Pang Jian hope.
"I have to give it a try."
After returning from the east, Pang Jian worked harder and harder to collect the broken altar stone statues in the forbidden place of prayer.
Two months later, with the help of his new harvest, he once again condensed a new ray of spiritual consciousness.
"One hundred and thirty strands!"
Pang Jian's eyes burst into joy.
Another day passed, and he suddenly saw the fragments of the golden chariot of the Galaxy Alliance.
I also saw a giant thigh with its legs and wrists stuck to the ground, and its palms spread out toward the sky.
Unlike the human-shaped thighs, they are not made of stones, but made of the bones of some huge beast.
The special-shaped altar looked like a huge leg extending from the depths of the earth.
now.
In the palm of the giant leg, a girl familiar to Pang Jian was walking quietly - Xie Xiwen from the Galaxy Alliance.
Pieces of chopped "finger bones" were scattered beside the altar. At the "finger bones" was the body of the protector named Shen Lei.
There are two elderly Galaxy Alliance elders who have been dead for who knows how long, but they have happy smiles on their faces.
In such a strange atmosphere, Xie Xiwen, who has a beautiful figure, is calmly practicing with her eyes closed.
Her expression was peaceful, and powerful vitality emerged outside her body.
Pang Jian, who was slowly approaching, looked at her from all angles and was ready to escape at any time.
Sudden.
Her cheeks were as red as jade, and her long eyelashes twitched slightly, as if she was about to break out of her cultivation state and wake up.
Not even at that time.
Huge pain appeared on her face, as if she was undergoing inhuman torture and being urged by some terrible force on her body and mind.
Her lips moved tremblingly, but no sound came out.
But Pang Jian could understand, and she twitched her lips to try to express her meaning. Then...save him, save him, who can save him?
"boom!"
Pang Jian had a splitting headache, as if his skull had been hit by many giant hammers, and he almost suffered a mental breakdown.
He not only stopped for a moment, but also stepped back step by step.
His eyes and attention always fell on Xie Xiwen, who was standing at the specially designed altar, and he whispered bitterly: "I'm sorry, he can't help me, and he doesn't want to risk his life."
Yuan Mang was heartbroken, this woman had shown him rare kindness, but there were only a few people who were willing to shut up for him.
But he was really helpless.
"Xie Xiwen" Jingze's lips moved.
"Little brother."
He spoke softly.
Pang Jian suddenly felt chills all over his body, and found that He had opened his closed eyes, with silvery light shining in them, looking at him with an intriguing look.
To the east of the stars and the moon, her aura is elegant and refined, like an ethereal fairy.
Pang Jian did not dare to appreciate it, nor did he dare to show any disrespect, so he kept walking away.
He patted the place beside Him and said with a smile like a flower: "How about coming over there for a walk and chatting with him for a few words?"
His voice was pleasant to the ears, and had a magical power that made people's hearts want to obey. Just listening to His voice made Pang Jian feel dizzy, as if he was drunk.