In the Ice and Thunder Ground, a spacious cave outside the glacier, Pang Jian frowned and looked at the Thunder Pond.
The silver-red pool is made of crystal jade and a mysterious metal like red silver, emitting a faint halo on the ice.
There are thunder seals on the walls and bottom of the pool, which are presented in the form of clusters of twisting lightning.
This is the secret of the great road that Lei Gong understood.
As the first powerful god in the world to be successfully promoted to the God of Thunder, he attempts to use the Thunder God's Court he built to rule all the strongest men in all realms.
If He does not die, the Divine Court of Thunder will still exist.
The Thundermon Beast God, an ancient existence like a lion and a tiger that wanders in the depths of the mist, and even... the old thunder dragon in the purgatory world.
Everyone is subject to the Thunder God's Court, and will be enslaved by Thunder God, the first thunder god in all worlds, with the authority of the Thunder Avenue he controls, and become his subordinates.
Although Thunder Lord has fallen, his reputation still spreads throughout the heavens and echoes in the endless galaxies.
"Thunder God's rank among the gods must be higher than that of the Ice Demon."
Pang Jian's eyes showed determination.
When he was at his peak, the spiritual sea was full, the ice pool and the fire pool were full of power, the moon was bright, one round and one curved, the sun in the direction of the spiritual sea was blazing, and the stars were shining brightly.
——This is not the result he has accumulated recently.
"It's time to say no."
As soon as his thoughts gathered together, he landed on the side of the silver-red thunder pool and used all his strength to activate the "Hu Tian Qi Nourishing Technique."
The spiritual sea in Cunxiang's dantian suddenly turned into a giant spiritual pot standing in the depths of the chaotic void, like a giant spiritual pot swallowing the Hongmeng Qi.
The end of this pot seemed to be connected to his sea of consciousness, and the east seemed to be connected with oil and the unknown.
The central waist is in the vast and vast land of nothingness.
"receive!"
When placed in the world outside the body, the golden soul appears to be only a hundred feet high. When it sinks from the sea of consciousness to the direction of the "Spirit Pot", it becomes like an ancient god who created the world.
His golden soul expands infinitely, filling the mysterious foreign place he imagined. He holds the body of the pot with his legs and exerts tremendous power!
"Wow!"
A majestic suction force suddenly emerged from the mouth of the pot, like an abyss swallowing up a sky, pulling in the thunder pool that had long been locked by its spirit.
In his heaven and earth in a pot, the deep sea transformed by spiritual power, the water is drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The brilliance of the stars, the moon, and the sun suddenly dimmed, and the boiling flames of the flaming pool were quietly extinguished.
Only the incredibly large ice pool, which lies deep in the spiritual sea, is still full of the powerful extreme cold power inside and outside.
That thunder pool, which was not grand in the outside world, was suddenly enlarged dozens of times in Pang Jian's imagination!
Like pulling a small world, he pulled the thunder pool here and landed it in the thunder vortex.
A small thunder vortex, like a cloud cluster the size of a palm, was forced to withstand a thunder pool dozens of times larger than it.
Otherwise, the thunder vortex was forced by the thunder pool and fell straight into the spiritual sea from mid-air.
"Boom!"
In addition to the Flame Pond and the Ice Pond, there is another huge and strange pond in the vast spiritual sea.
"Hoo ho!"
The small thunder vortex was filled with power, and then quickly diluted and released, condensing into a relatively weak and huge thunder vortex.
If the thunder vortex does not rotate, it will cover the thunder pool and act as a slight isolation from the spiritual sea.
With a change in his mind, Pang Jian's soul sank eastward from the Sea of Consciousness, fell from the mouth of the pot into the heaven and earth in the pot, and landed on the side of the thunder pool that he had included in his spiritual sea.
Soul, try to cross your legs and walk eastward in the Lei Pond.
As soon as his soul body, refined and tempered by his spiritual consciousness, touched the Dao Seal in the pool, his mind exploded with a "boom".
He saw streaks of thunder and lightning wandering in the boundless void.
A cluster of thunder seals, detected by his soul's perception, immediately revealed an eternal spectacle of being branded from the east.
"Puff! Puff!"
One by one, the vibrant and strange spheres were submerged by the thunder and lightning. The lightning revealed a world-destroying violent distance and completely enveloped several spheres.
After a long time, the thunder and lightning twisted away, and the sphere turned black.
All living beings inside and outside will be extinct.
Then, it seems that the Great Way of Destruction that Lei Gong once understood, or the scene he saw personally, is eternally preserved in the Tao Seal, and needs to be enlightened by the soul to understand.
"The sphere is similar to the Winter Star, but it is a completely different world from the blocky continents of Purgatory."
"Isn't it like the sun, like the moon, also the life stars of the ethnic groups in the outside world?"
"On a certain day, some stars were stared at by the thunder of the last moon that wandered across the vast galaxy, causing the stars to turn into a dead place like scorched earth, and hundreds of millions of living life groups were extinct."
"Outside the sky, in the endless vast galaxy, there is such a terrifying thunder?"
"Thunder God, he was promoted to the first Thunder God through visualization and understanding of the world-destroying avenue contained in those thunders?"
Pang Jian's soul was shocked.
Just touching the tip of the iceberg and seeing the scene depicted by a cluster of thunder seals, he felt a deep sense of awe at the vast starry sky outside purgatory.
Those stars are like a complete continent of purgatory, placed in a galaxy.
The billions of beings living in it may also see the twisting thunder and lightning coming, but they are unable to resist and do not know how to avoid it.
In the past, stars died and all living beings perished.
"Beyond purgatory, there are more terrifying and dangerous things. The twisting world-destroying thunder may be a kind of majestic heavenly power. For those with insufficient cultivation, a foreign race with weak bloodline and strong strength, that's good!"
"In such a mighty place, true gods, even gods from outside the realm, may not be safe and sound!"
"Extremely scary!"
The cold sweat on Pang Jian's forehead turned into ice crystals.
Then, he suddenly felt the weakness of the soul's power, and felt a strong hunger.
"Hungry……"
The golden soul that "swooshed" escaped from the thunder pool and fell into the sea of consciousness actually absorbed nutrients from his entire body to restore his soul power.
He felt silently and observed carefully.
Immediately, he was surprised to find that the soul condensed with divine consciousness absorbed the most life vitality outside the body, including the vitality of flesh and blood and the life essence outside the eight leaves.
On the contrary, the spiritual power has not been taken away too much, so the recovery of his special soul does not seem to be that great.
"Flesh and blood, vitality of life..."
Pang Jian was thoughtful.
He gradually realized that his soul was different from that of other human monks, and not like the alien gods believed in by the foreign races in the outside world.
The bodies of the foreign gods are all so powerful that they can move mountains and seas, and what drives their bodies is the extremely powerful flesh and blood power.
They do not have the Dantian spiritual sea of the human race, so naturally they can extract power from their flesh and blood bodies and use it to restore the power of their souls.
"Like him, like Qi Qingsong, Zhou Qingchen, Dong Tianze, those who have a lot of divinity in their souls must seek to build a body of flesh and blood, and must not neglect the tempering of the body!"
He immediately communicated with several other people.
As soon as Bee Chong fell into the Broken City of the Thunder Clan where several people were, he told his thoughts and discoveries.
"He felt it too!"
Zhou Qingchen was the first to respond and said in a deep voice: "When he used the secret technique of Hongshan to temper his soul, his soul was often weak and weak. After the soul power was consumed, he found that his body gradually became weak."
"It seems that the spirit power of the soul can be replenished by extracting the vitality of flesh and blood."
"That's different from the method recorded before."
Zhou Qingchen took out a soothing pill and said, "That thing won't work either. It seems that Dong Tianze's soul-nourishing pill may have some effect."
"Only when the flesh and blood are strong can the spirit be strong, thus benefiting the soul." Qi Qingsong nodded lightly and said: "In that case, starting from tomorrow, he will also try to study the art of body refining."
Wu Yuan and Zhao Yuanqi also showed thoughtful expressions when they heard this.
Secretly, they were also wondering if there were any spells related to body tempering within their sect.
Dong Tianze didn't say a word. He had already used the power of Feng Yinwai to cleanse his muscles and bones over and over again.
"The opening of purgatory, the convergence of the eyes of the gods from the outside world, and the appearance of many puppets put them in a special era." Zhuang Yuyan pondered and said: "The person who pioneered the human race's cultivation system and created the secret technique to condense the soul, perhaps
In the first place, do you seek to capture the divinity of the gods?"
"Because purgatory is not open for a long time, practitioners in many eras cannot obtain divinity, so the cultivation system has been simplified."
"The soul created with the consciousness without divinity needs to be restored slowly through spiritual power, pills, and a lot of sleep. The physical requirements of the human body are not high."
"So, the body-refining technique that was so popular in the past has gradually fallen out of the mainstream."
"He feels..."
Zhuang Yuyan's eyes brightened slightly and she said: "Every time the art of body refining begins to become popular in Purgatory, Purgatory will open, or the gods from the outside world will come as puppets."
"What I said is very true." Wu Yuan nodded lightly.
"Well, their sword tower has their Demon Sect, which has always hidden the secrets of tempering physical skills." Qi Qingsong looked shocked and said: "The Creation Sect, there are many similar sects that have disappeared in the long river of history.
Their techniques have been completely preserved by all parties, so why don't they just teach them to their disciples?"
"Because it wasn't the time before?" Zhou Qingchen asked.
"It must be like that!"
"Now, starting with a few of them, if there are new practitioners who use divinity to condense their souls, they should be asked to practice the art of body tempering!"
"The person who created the human race's cultivation system set east early to hunt down the puppet body of the alien god, and to obtain divinity and condense the soul."
"That kind of special cultivation system clearly pursues the path to power by stepping on the throne of the gods and hunting down the gods."
"No wonder, the gods regard the Purgatory human race as aliens and targets that must be eliminated."
"..."
Everyone was talking about it and discussing it intensely.
In the cave.
Pang Jian, who had replenished his energy and blood with the help of the flesh and blood of foreign beasts from the outside world, directly began to attack the third level of the "Great Creation Holy Body" - the Essence and Blood Realm.
The rich energy and blood essence gathered in the "Sacred Pond of Creation", wrapped in a ball of his own blood that was pulled into by Pang Jian.
The ball of blood is like a blood ball, surrounded by the pure essence of blood. It has been washed and refined over and over again, and the dregs in the blood have been smelted out, and then given a hundred times the amount of flesh and blood.
It feels like I am tempering a star of flesh and blood.