Volume 1: Abandoned Land Chapter 40: Frequency of Spiritual Minds
As Kong Laosan inhaled more and more black energy into his body, he became more and more unscrupulous in his attacks, as if he wanted to completely vent the negative emotions in his body. Every blow was done with all his strength, and the rocks around him were broken into pieces, and the stone debris was scattered everywhere.
Splash, being beaten beyond recognition by the immortal rope, Ah-Dai was shouting anxiously in the air. Seeing Kong Laosan seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper, there was a trace of anthropomorphic worry in his eyes. He was about to take action forcefully, but here
For a moment, he seemed to have thought of something. His movements froze, and after thinking for a moment, white light flashed on the edges of his wings, and he let out a strange cry. The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.
In front of you is a small village, with a small creek and a mossy stone bridge. Everything looks uniquely peaceful. After stepping on the stone bridge, you see a simple stone tablet covered with traces of time. The three mottled characters "Pinggu Village" appear blurry.
Some children were playing and playing in the village, women and men were holding bowls of hot noodle soup, squatting under the trees and drinking, and the old men were smoking dry cigarettes. Everything seemed to be in a happy mood.
After getting along with each other for a long time, Ah-Dai naturally heard Kong Laosan talk about his childhood experience. Sure enough, the scene in front of him seemed to bring back memories deep in Kong Laosan's heart. The movement of controlling the rope to bind the immortals was slightly stagnant, and the whole
People stood stunned on the spot.
With a "boom", the Immortal Binding Rope seemed to have lost its support. After struggling twice, it fell to the ground. Kong Laosan's eyes were flashing red, and he was like an injured loach. He was rolling on the ground with his head in his hands.
He seemed to be struggling with something, and looked extremely painful.
Seeing this, Dumb was not polite and rushed directly in front of Kong Laosan. He opened his long beak and wrapped Kong Laosan in a ball of milky white spiritual power, blocking contact with the black air mass.
Bathed in the milky white spiritual power, Kong Laosan slowly calmed down. In just a cup of tea, the blood in his eyes gradually faded. At this moment, Kong Laosan seemed to have just come out of the bathtub. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and he held his hands on the ground.
He was panting heavily, and it took him a long time before he gradually calmed down.
"娥娥"
Ah-Dai came to Kong Laosan's side, and his furry head arched into Kong Laosan's arms, seeming to be comforting him. Kong Laosan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and patted Ah-Dai gently.
, looking towards the black air mass not far away that seemed to have no loss, a flash of heart palpitations flashed across his face.
"Demon energy?! There is pure demonic energy here. Could it be that a real monster is sealed here?!"
Kong Laosan murmured in his mouth, and now there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes as he looked deeper, but after a moment he gently shook his head, "Even if it is really a monster, it has been sealed for so many years, and I am afraid it has already turned into fly ash.
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Kong Laosan said and stood up slowly. After suffering such a big loss, he had to understand the situation here. When his condition recovered, Kong Laosan thought about it and took out dozens of them from the bag on his waist.
Empty jade bottles the size of a palm, these jade bottles were prepared by Kong Laosan in case of emergencies, and they came in handy now.
Putting the jade bottle in front of him, Kong Laosan muttered a few words, put his fingers together, and gently stroked the mouth of the bottle. Suddenly, a suction force came out of the bottle, and the demon who was originally floating and unconscious
The gas cloud reacted immediately and slowly approached the mouth of the bottle.
After burning a stick of incense, Kong Laosan waited until ten palm-sized jade bottles were completely filled, then he decided the direction, and walked towards the depths of the forbidden area, one person and one crane.
This time, Kong Laosan was very careful and would not rashly test things that he didn't understand. The deeper he went, the more and more black demonic auras appeared, but they were smaller in size.
There are many, and it is difficult to even see the demonic energy groups with a diameter of more than three feet.
An hour later, Kong Laosan, who was slowly advancing, suddenly stopped and stared straight at what looked like a dead branch not far away, seeming a little dazed.
Seeing Kong Laosan stop, Ah-Dai, who was next to Kong Laosan, also dropped down. He followed Kong Laosan’s gaze, spread his wings, and came to the “dead branch” with a long beak.
, he picked up the "dead branches" whole and came to Kong Laosan.
"If I read correctly, this should be a bone from a human arm!"
Kong Laosan observed carefully for a long time, licked his lips and said, and Dui next to him also flapped his wings, seeming to agree.
"This place seems to have reached the ground. The forbidden area here should be built on a cliff or something like that. Let's go further and have a look. I want to see what kind of place this is!"
Kong Laosan said, throwing aside the dead bones in his hands and continuing to move forward.
However, just after taking a few steps this time, some withered bones appeared in front of them. Kong Laosan could easily tell that these withered bones came from human cultivators. Judging from the degree of decay of these bones, they must have been dead for a long time.
The further he walked, there were more and more dead bones on the ground. When he stepped on them, he made a "click" sound like a dead branch breaking. Even though Kong Laosan's mind was extremely calm, he still felt his scalp numb, as if he had gone to the depths of hell.
The feeling of being there.
Another half an hour later, with a crisp "click" sound, the dead bones under Kong Laosan's feet shattered. However, something that surprised Kong Laosan happened this time. A palm-sized hand was drilled out of the dead bones.
This mass of demonic energy is different from ordinary demonic energy. It looks much lighter and seems to have its own intelligence. After being crushed by Kong Laosan in its shelter, it turned towards Kong Laosan with great force.
The three pounced, and at the same time, they also sent out a wave of spiritual thoughts similar to anger.
Upon noticing this scene, Kong Laosan became extremely vigilant. He made a mistake with his foot and stepped back a long distance. At the same time, he flipped his palms and the Immortal Binding Rope whizzed away, fiercely pulling away at the demonic energy.
"Bo"
There was no resistance at all, and the demonic energy was directly wiped out with a whip. The ease with which Kong Laosan even felt was unreal.
"What is this?"
Kong Laosan frowned slightly and felt a little calmer.
As we go deeper and deeper, there are more and more demonic energy groups with spiritual intelligence, and some demonic energy groups comparable to the third and fourth levels of Qi refining begin to appear, but these do not put any pressure on Kong Laosan.
In any case, these demonic energy groups will either collapse in consciousness or be completely annihilated out of thin air. No amount of demonic energy can sustain a single move.
However, at this moment, Kong Laosan felt the slightest pressure. Just when Kong Laosan thought that he would have to go deeper for a long time, he finally reached the deepest part of the forbidden land. Fortunately, the strongest demonic energy groups with spiritual intelligence around him were only the equivalent of refining.
He was only at the fourth level of Qi, and his actions seemed a bit dull. He only knew how to act based on instinct, and was quickly cleared up by Kong Laosan.
At the end, there is a mirror-like pitch-black spiritual shield that is more than ten feet in size. It is like a huge mirror embedded in the ground. The edge is made quite smooth by a circle of black stones with densely packed gu monster runes.
At the junction of these stones, some places seemed to be much broken, and the surrounding demonic energy groups of different sizes escaped from these gaps.
These demonic energy groups may have automatically generated spiritual consciousness due to long-term relationships, or they may be the remnant souls of those withered bones that condensed to form consciousness. They have certain instincts and rely on devouring each other to strengthen themselves. Now they are floating around Kong Laosan.
These are the demonic energy groups equivalent to the third and fourth levels of Qi refining.
Looking at the mirror-like black spiritual shield embedded in the earth in front of him, Kong Laosan mobilized all the power of his spiritual thoughts to explore inside.
Kong Laosan was overjoyed just as the power of his spiritual thoughts touched the "black mirror". Generally speaking, these ancient restrictions would have the effect of blocking the exploration of spiritual thoughts, but this "mirror" in front of him had no hindrance.
Penetrating through, the power of spiritual thoughts penetrated below the restriction. Kong Laosan was not polite and drilled into the inside of the restriction, wanting to explore the internal situation. However, the next scene made Kong Laosan's eyes widen.
, the spiritual thought swept through, and the black-looking mirror in front of me was actually made up of pure demonic energy gathered together. It was not the original color of the ban at all. As soon as the power of the divine thought penetrated the demonic aura layer, it encountered
There is an energy layer barrier that is like mental fluctuations but its own frequency is constantly beating.
The souls of cultivators are different, and the frequency of fluctuations of the souls is also different. Correspondingly, the frequency of fluctuations of spiritual consciousness and thoughts is naturally different. The higher the frequency of spiritual thoughts, the stronger the cultivator's own strength, and the more delicate the exploration of things.
Accurate, of course, the frequency of spiritual thoughts is only a rough reflection of the strength of the cultivator. For some cultivators who are weak in strength but have naturally powerful spiritual souls, the frequency of spiritual thoughts can also reach extremely high levels.
At this moment, the frequency of the constantly fluctuating energy layer that Kong Laosan detected was beating rapidly within a huge range, changing every moment. This situation is like a cultivator whose strength is only in the Qi refining stage.
, one moment it became the Nascent Soul Stage, the next moment it became the Foundation Building Stage, and the next moment it became the Pill Formation Stage. The frequency jumped so much that Kong Laosan was completely confused.
As the strength increases, the frequency of spiritual thoughts of cultivators will become higher, which means that the power of spiritual thoughts becomes more sophisticated. However, with the loss of formation secrets in the world of immortal cultivation, the concept of spiritual thoughts frequency also gradually disappears.
In the long history of the world of immortality, there are only a few records in some ancient books.
Kong Laosan detected this weird energy layer, which was completely impenetrable by the power of his spiritual thoughts. He could only vaguely feel that there seemed to be a cave beneath this layer of restrictions.
Withdrawing his spiritual thoughts, Kong Laosan showed a trace of longing in his eyes. No matter how special this restriction was, Kong Laosan believed that Ah-Dai, who was born with the magical power to break the restriction, would definitely find a way to bring him in. However, now that Ah-Dai had just spent a drop of blood,
His own condition seemed to be much sluggish. Just when Kong Laosan was thinking about whether to go back first and come back another day when he was fully prepared, Dui beside him was already flapping his wings and flying.