Chapter 320 Three Thousand Divine Consciousnesses!
Chapter 320 Three Thousand Divine Consciousnesses!
Time flies.
Pang Jian, who watched the great changes in the Xuanbing world and witnessed the fall of a god, couldn't help but close his eyes.
Although the person is not moving, his Dantian spiritual sea and his sea of consciousness are undergoing earth-shattering changes every moment.
His own changes are miraculously reflected in the six huge icicles, and the strange patterns on the icicles sometimes shine brightly, sometimes enlarging or shrinking.
"It's been a long time, but he didn't wake up and tell them what happened."
Wei Rui, a skinny elder of the Ice Tribe, took out the smoothie funnel for measuring time and said with a frown: "Judging from the time hourglass, he has been in his current state for half a month."
Several clan elders sighed, all of them extremely tired.
Not only do I want to appease the tribesmen in the east, but I also want to consider how to create the "Heart of Winter" and think about the future of the Ice Tribe.
The death of the great elder Binglan caused them to lose their backbone. They discussed and discussed, but they couldn't come up with a solution.
"no way."
The exhausted second elder Bingyuan said with helplessness on his face: "They can continue to wait to go east. Just ask him not to leave, just ask to stay at the prayer altar, and they can wait for him to give the answer."
"Can't you use force?" The skinny clan leader looked fierce.
"Forcibly? He is afraid that something will happen to the Heart of Winter."
Bingyuan's face turned cold and he hummed: "The Heart of Winter is a divine object left by the Ice Demon for them, and now it has disappeared outside his body. They don't know why the Heart of Winter is outside his body, nor do they know
What is the situation in Heart of Winter?"
"so……"
Bingyuan shouted: "Keep waiting!"
"All right."
Time flies, and October has passed.
That day.
The wrinkled clan elder Bingying stared blankly at a towering icicle and the bright stars in the sky, then he stood up.
Her eyes suddenly shone like cold stars, and she felt a strange and novel power quietly flowing through her blood.
Deep in her heart, a little bit of starlight flickered, becoming brighter and brighter.
"Wow!"
The stars outside the icicle that she stared at were gradually becoming brighter like the stars in her heart.
"Crack!"
There was a mysterious heavenly voice that sounded outside her heart, like the exploding of a prison cage.
"call out!"
The icy divine light released from the nearby glacier that shone on Pang Jian's body before fell on Bing Ying's body, pouring into Ye Chang's majestic extreme cold power.
That scene shocked everyone, and countless eyes focused on her.
"He, he..."
As soon as Bingying opened her mouth, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She knelt down and touched her forehead to the ground, saying, "He broke the six-level bloodline limit!"
"Is he at level seven now?"
She started kowtowing towards the icicle, not knowing whether to kneel down to worship the ice demon or the star where the icicle was.
"Bingying!"
"I, have I broken through the bloodline?"
"The Frozen Land, the six-level limit that checks and balances them, was broken by me?"
The other elders howled wildly.
A huge howl, contagious, broke out in the Ice Castle, quickly spreading to the nearby snow peaks, causing all the Ice Tribe people to instantly fall into a state of carnival, as if they were possessed.
"The sky opens its eyes!"
"The Ice Demon noticed them!"
A few months later.
"His bloodline has reached level six!"
Ice Halberd, Bingyun, and some of the ice clansmen who are at the peak of level five.
They stood next to six huge icicles, staring at the moon, moon, stars, leaves, thunder vortices, and tortoise shells flashing out of them, and unexpectedly began to gain bloodline breakthroughs inexplicably.
A few more months passed.
The second elder, Bingyuan, stared at an icicle surrounded by thunder and lightning. Finally, he was able to integrate a ray of thunder power into his heart, and he also gained the promotion of bloodline like ice.
"Level 7!"
Icefield raised the frost scepter and shouted.
After the death of the great elder Binglan, the Ice Tribe, who was banned here in Shattered Heaven and Earth, gave birth to two seventh-level bloodline warriors!
The Ice Tribe will also open a new chapter because of this!
And then...
The six elders of the Ice Tribe told all the Ice Tribe members to stand next to the six icicles standing on the altar for praying to gods, and to understand the strange patterns imprinted on the outside of the pillars.
As a result, one after another members of the Ice Tribe successfully obtained bloodline breakthroughs.
"You must be favored by the Ice Demon!"
"Should the god they believe in hear their prayers? Through the guest who has the same belief as them, He will engrave the miracles that will help their bloodline breakthrough into the icicles!"
"It must be so!"
The beaming Ice Tribe people had long forgotten the death of the Great Elder Binglan and no longer blamed Pang Jian.
"Maybe they can leave the frozen land!"
The young leader named Bingyun, after getting the permission of several clan elders, rode a bird and rushed to the sky, trying to escape from the eternally sealed world.
"Peng!"
The heavenly ban was still there. After several attempts, he and the birds returned to the altar in despair.
"Don't be discouraged, they are heading on the right path. When the distinguished guests wake up, he can tell them the Ice Demon's teachings and let them know what to do."
Icefield comforts everyone.
During the month that came from the east, those Ice Tribe people who were full of hope for the future, while comprehending the strangeness of the six icicles carved on their faces, were waiting patiently for Pang Jian's awakening.
…
In the spiritual sea of Dantian belonging to Pang Jian, a huge ice pool fell into the dry spiritual sea.
The ice pool was filled with cold air, and at the bottom of the pool stood the "Heart of Winter," and soon golden bees were whistling around the heart of the ice crystal.
Occasionally, the bee soul will disappear in a flash.
Pang Jian’s soul knows overseas.
From the "springs" one after another, golden consciousness continuously gushes out, and the originally gray consciousness also transforms into golden consciousness after escaping into the "spring eyes" in the east of the sea of consciousness, like being gilded with golden honey.
The empty sea of consciousness was densely packed with golden divine consciousness originating from Pang Jian, which skyrocketed from more than a hundred to more than a thousand!
Moreover, do they all contain the golden consciousness of divinity!
As soon as there were bees and insects, they collected the divine consciousness of the imprisoned alien gods in the "Heart of Winter", and brewed mouthfuls of golden honey in Pangjian's Sea of Consciousness.
After a while, Pang Jian learned about the golden consciousness overseas, and the number increased from one thousand to two thousand, and then more than two thousand.
Until three thousand!
Three thousand golden consciousnesses are shaped like three thousand golden waterfalls. They are like the so-called three thousand avenues in some mysterious world, hanging in Pang Jian's sea of consciousness that has been expanded countless times.
At that point, no matter how much the bees spit out golden honey, they can no longer generate new golden consciousness.
Reluctantly, Pang Jian tried again and again, only to find that he couldn't get another strand out.
"Has he reached the limit of his potential?"
He thought about communicating with the queen bee.
"If you don't limit your potential, our human race in purgatory should have a limit of three thousand before condensing our souls."
"If he wants to refine his spiritual consciousness further, he guesses that he must first reappear the divine soul. After the divine soul is cast, my foundation will transform, and perhaps a new divine corroded body will appear."
"Whether he guessed that way, that may not be the case."
replied the queen bee.
When it answered, a dense swarm of bees was very active, numbering in the hundreds.
"The harvest that time was so rich. Did I not expect that there would be so many divine consciousnesses of foreign gods frozen in the outer circle of this thing?"
The queen bee was filled with emotion.
He was just like a bee, sucking the divine consciousness in the "Heart of Winter", but he no longer spit out the golden honey into Pang Jian's sea of consciousness.
——Because Pang Jian is no longer needed for the time being.
"The limit of human race..."
Pang Jian was in a great mood.
Thinking of the present world of purgatory, someone who has condensed more than a hundred spiritual consciousness in the Dongxuan Realm can be called a genius.
Then what should his three thousand spiritual consciousness be called?
If purgatory can be opened, and the gods in the outer realm can focus their attention on this time, and then hunt down the puppets of the gods to increase their consciousness, then he is in an era where risks and opportunities coexist.
What about the event that happens once in a hundred thousand years?
"The limit of their human race, are they the top among all races in the world?" Pang Jian asked casually.
The queen bee thought silently.
Relying on his perception of it, Pang Jian looked at the space it was in, and the surprise in his heart was also raised.
Outside the "Gate of Purgatory", deep in the vast mist, the hive is enlarged a hundred times!
It is like a mountain of insects suspended in nothingness. There are actually thousands of bee pupae in a dormant state, eager to obtain the energy and blood power outside Pang Jian's body to break out of the pupae.
There are more bees, coming and going, spitting honey outside the hive.
The honey solidifies, is nourished by the strange things outside the hive, and turns into a new bee pupa.
It was then that Pang Jian felt his weakness and discovered that his external energy and blood were less than one-tenth of his peak state.
Feeling secretly, he knew that in addition to maintaining the vitality of the body's normal survival, other excess flesh and blood essence was being absorbed by the bee pupae outside the hive.
"Master, do you need to hear the truth?"
The queen bee traced the past through silence and harvested some memories from outside her soul, which she could see in the huge hive.
Pang Jian felt bad and said: "Demand!"
"For him, every insect he breeds can be regarded as a ray of his spiritual consciousness or a clone. However, they actually have independent spiritual intelligence, so it takes time to accumulate it.
Be awakened.”
"I saw it. There are currently more than seven thousand."
"But that's not his limit, far from it."
"If he has enough divine consciousness, the total number of bees he can breed at present should be more than nine thousand. To be precise, it is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."
"If it doesn't exceed ten thousand, it will be his limit, and it will be three times more than my three thousand spiritual consciousness."
The queen bee tells the truth honestly.
Pang Jian didn't say anything at first, and after a long time he asked: "Is it because of my extraordinary talent? Are the Ice Tribe, Fire Tribe, Thunder Tribe, and Ghost Tribe far behind?"
"Well, maybe."
Queen Bee pondered, and recalled some memories, and said: "He remembers that our human race's talent is not too high, and it is not outstanding in all aspects. Our soul talent is not as good as him, not as good as the ghost race, and not as good as the ghost race. In that aspect, it is higher than the human race,
There are as many as a dozen ethnic groups.”
"With flesh and blood bodies, the human race is at the lowest level, incomparable to most ethnic groups."
"But for some reason, he feels that many ethnic groups are afraid of the human race and regard the purgatory human race as evil and alien."