"It turned out that a bee pupa was created from a huge broken hive in the Spirit Praying Forbidden Area!"
Without thinking too much, Pang Jian knew that the first bee pupa must be the queen bee, also known as the queen bee.
Subsequently, if new bee pupae appear, they must have been conceived by the queen bee.
"What a fast absorption speed!"
After thinking for a while, 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 drank it in this sea of dust, so as to maintain a better fighting condition at all times.
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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 still slowly tightening and bonding, and the beautiful female face is gradually becoming more detailed.
In this quiet night, an existence that does 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, also flew up from the ground.
With His divine power, He tried to connect the spider's legs and body to form a flawless whole.
His pupils, which were constantly rippling with light, searched everywhere for available bodies, but failed to 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.
This also makes this god from the outside world currently only have a beautiful face of a woman, and the rest of the spider legs and body are still stones.
then.
It floated with its head among the boulders and flew away from this bloody place to search for new targets.
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Hundreds of miles away.
A ten-foot-tall wooden man, with thick filthy supernatural power emanating from his body, walked alone on the earth.
He is made of wood carvings and has a humanoid form, with slightly blurred facial features and stiff limbs.
What distinguishes Him from the wooden statue is His gray-brown eyes - full of the death wish that makes all things wither.
Wherever He looked, the plants, flowers, insects, and birds would wither in an instant.
"Ta-ta! Ta-ta!"
His wooden legs and feet beat on the cold, hard earth of the Spirit Prayer Forbidden Area, like the God of Death ringing the death knell.
Gradually, with Him as the center, the terrifying fluctuations that caused the death of all living beings dissipated, but the scope was limited to within 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.
His evil eyes spreading withered and dead intent looked towards the gathered casual cultivators from afar.
Gradually, more than a dozen evil cultivators became lifeless.
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In a deep valley in a forbidden area.
A dark yellow flag floated out from an altar that had been broken into hundreds of pieces, tattered and fluttering in the wind.
There are dozens of holes on the surface of the flag, as if it had been penetrated by a sharp knife.
Suddenly, a dozen broken holes turned into evil eyes.
It was as if there was a hidden existence from another world, and its many eyes were focused on the flag, using the broken holes on the flag's surface to examine the unfamiliar world below.
"Whoo! Whoo!"
The flags fluttered in the wind.
There were strange murmurs coming from the holes in the eyes, as if many beings were exchanging their thoughts.
It is also 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 took out another soul-nourishing pill and drank it. He allowed the bee pupa inside the bronze medal to absorb his mind and energy.
Once he senses that his energy and blood are insufficient, he will 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, and I don’t know how many soul-nurturing pills were consumed, and how much flesh and blood of ferocious beasts were squandered.
Finally, the queen bee, who was still in the form of a bee pupa, stopped her endless pursuit of him.
At this time, a voice that was not yet clearly expressed was released from it.
It begged Pang Jian to collect...divine consciousness for it.
Pang Jian, who had not yet recovered, was still dizzy and had no idea what divine consciousness was.
When he tried to communicate with the bee chrysalis mentally, he found that the bee chrysalis had entered a dormant state and no longer responded to him.
"Is the divine consciousness the divine consciousness in my sea of consciousness? No, if it is divine consciousness, I don't need to collect it."
"Divinity...Only the so-called gods 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 area of spiritual prayer.
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.
"You can only try it in this case."
He leaned 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 bronze medal.
"It's really feasible!"
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 aura, which was absorbed by the bronze medal in his hand.
"Is this the so-called divine consciousness?"
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 altar stone statues have no supernatural remnants inside, and no strange changes will occur when the bronze medal is tapped.
"Perhaps some gods have not been able to withstand the test of long time and have fallen in some strange places."
Pang Jian secretly guessed.
On this 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 from the acupuncture point just below his sea of consciousness!
The total number of Pang Jian's spiritual consciousness also increased 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!
This rule is - the total number of spiritual consciousness of a monk in the Dongxuan Realm will be fixed in the early stage, and it can no longer be changed after that.
He is now in the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm, and his total amount of divine consciousness has been absorbed by the bronze medal, allowing him to condense one more 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 is a brand new world. I am now one hundred and twenty-nine. If I can get one or two more rays, I 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.
"Got to try it."
Next, Pang Jian worked harder and harder to collect the broken altar stone statues in the forbidden place of prayer.
Two days 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 hand with its wrists stuck on the ground, its palms open to the sky.
Unlike the large human-shaped hands, they were not made of stones, but the bones of some huge beast.
This special-shaped altar looked like a huge hand extending from the depths of the earth.
now.
In the palm of the giant hand, sitting quietly was a girl whom Pang Jian was familiar with - 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 also two old elders of the Galaxy Alliance 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, actually closed her eyes and practiced peacefully.
Her expression was peaceful, and powerful vitality surged through her body.
Pang Jian, who was slowly approaching, looked at her from all angles and was ready to escape at any time.
Sudden.
On her jade-white cheeks, the long eyelashes moved slightly, as if she was about to break out of her cultivation state and wake up.
It was also at this time.
Huge pain appeared on her face, as if she was undergoing inhuman torture, being urged by some terrible force both physically and mentally.
Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.
But Pang Jian could understand what she was trying to express by twitching the corners of her mouth, which was...save me, save me, who can save me?
"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.
Not only did he stop instantly, he also stepped back step by step.
His eyes and attention always fell on Xie Xiwen, who was on the specially designed altar, and he whispered bitterly in his heart: "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to help you, and I don't want to risk my life."
In Yuan Mang's broken land, this woman had shown rare kindness to him and was one of the few people who was willing to speak for him.
But he was really helpless.
"Xie Xiwen" Jingze moved his lips.
"Little brother."
He spoke softly.
Pang Jian suddenly felt chills all over his body, and found that He had opened his closed eyes, with a silvery light shining in them, looking at him with an intriguing look.
Under the stars and moon, His temperament is elegant and refined, like an ethereal fairy.
Pang Jian didn't 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: "Come here, sit down, and chat with me for a few words?"
His voice was pleasant to the ears, and had a magical power that made people obey willingly. Just listening to His voice made Pang Jian feel dizzy as if he was drunk.
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(End of chapter)
