time flies.
Pang Jian, who was watching the great changes in the Xuanbing world and witnessing the fall of a god, still closed 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 can also be miraculously reflected in the six huge icicles. The strange patterns on the icicles sometimes shine brightly, and sometimes enlarge or shrink.
"It's been a long time and he still hasn't woken up and told us what happened."
A skinny ice clan elder took out a smoothie funnel for measuring time and said with a frown: "Judging from this time hourglass, he has been in his current state for half a month."
Several clan elders sighed, all of them extremely tired.
Not only must he appease the people below, but he must also consider how to create the "Heart of Winter" and think about the future of the Ice Tribe.
The death of the great elder Bing Lan caused them to lose their backbone. They discussed and discussed, but they still couldn't come up with a solution.
"no way."
The exhausted second elder Bingyuan said with a helpless face: "We can only continue to wait. As long as he does not leave and stays at the prayer altar, we can only wait for him to give an answer."
"Can't you use force?" The skinny clan elder looked fierce.
"Force it? I'm afraid something might go wrong in 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 us, and now it has disappeared into his body. We still don't know why the Heart of Winter is in his body, nor do we know What is the situation in the Heart of Winter?"
"so……"
Bingyuan shouted: "Keep waiting!"
"All right."
Time flies, and another ten days have passed.
this day.
The wrinkled clan elder Bingying stared blankly at a towering icicle and the bright stars above, and stood up suddenly.
Her eyes suddenly shone like cold stars, and she felt a strange and novel power quietly flowing in her blood.
Deep in her heart, a little bit of starlight flickered, becoming brighter and brighter.
"Wow!"
The stars in the icicle that she stared at were gradually becoming brighter, just like the stars in her heart.
"Crack!"
There was a mysterious heavenly voice that resounded in her heart, like the exploding of a shackles cage.
"call out!"
The icy divine light released from the nearby glacier that shone on Pang Jian before fell on Bing Ying's body, pouring into it a majestic and extremely cold force.
This scene shocked everyone, and countless eyes focused on her.
"me……"
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, "I broke the six-level bloodline limit!"
"I'm at level seven now."
She started kowtowing towards the icicle, not knowing whether she was kneeling down to worship the ice demon or the stars on the icicle.
"Bingying!"
"You, have you broken through the bloodline?"
"The frozen land, the sixth level limit that checks and balances us, was broken by you?"
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 crazy carnival.
"The sky opens its eyes!"
"The ice demon noticed us!"
A few days later.
"My bloodline has reached level six!"
Bingji, Bingyun, and some peak level 5 Ice Clan members.
They stood next to six huge icicles, staring at the sun, moon, stars, leaves, thunder vortices, and tortoise shells that flashed from them. They also began to gain bloodline breakthroughs inexplicably.
A few more days passed.
The second elder, Bingyuan, stared at an icicle surrounded by thunder and lightning. Finally, he was able to integrate a wisp of thunder power into his heart, and he also received a bloodline promotion like Bing Ying.
"Level 7!"
Icefield shouted, holding up the Frost Scepter.
After the death of the great elder Binglan, the Ice Tribe, who was banned here in the Shattered World, 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 to pray to gods, and to understand the strange patterns imprinted on the pillars.
As a result, one after another members of the Ice Tribe successfully obtained bloodline breakthroughs.
"It must be the favor of the Ice Demon!"
"The god we believe in must have heard our prayers. Through this guest who has the same belief as us, He has engraved the miracles that will help our 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.
"Perhaps we can still leave the frozen land!"
The young leader named Bingyun, after getting permission from several clan elders, rode a bird and rushed to the sky, trying to escape from this eternally sealed world.
"Peng!"
The heavenly ban was still there, and after several attempts, he and Feiqiao returned to the altar in despair.
"Don't be discouraged, we are heading on the right path. When the distinguished guest wakes up, he will be able to tell us the Ice Demon's teachings and let us know what to do."
Icefield comforts everyone.
In the days that followed, these Ice Tribe people, who were full of hope for the future, patiently waited for Pang Jian to wake up while comprehending the strangeness carved on the six icicles.
…
In the spiritual sea of Dantian belonging to Pang Jian, there is a huge ice pool located in the dry spiritual sea.
The ice pond braved the cold air, and at the bottom of the pond stood the "Heart of Winter", with golden bees whistling around the periphery of the ice crystal heart.
Occasionally, the bee soul will disappear in a flash.
Pang Jian's soul is within the sea.
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" below the sea of consciousness, like being gilded with golden honey.
The empty and 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, they are all golden consciousness containing divinity!
Each bee and insect collected the divine consciousness of the imprisoned alien god in the "Heart of Winter", and came and went to brew golden honey in Pang Jian's sea of consciousness.
After a while, the number of golden consciousnesses in Pang Jian's sea of consciousness 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 this point, no matter how the bees spit out golden honey, they can no longer generate new golden consciousness.
Pang Jian was unwilling to try again and again, but found that he couldn't produce another strand.
"Have I reached the limit of my potential?"
He thought about communicating with the queen bee.
"It's not the limit of your potential. The limit of your divine consciousness before you condense your soul as a human race in purgatory should be three thousand."
"If you want to refine your spiritual consciousness more, I guess you must first reappear your divine soul. Once your divine soul is cast, your roots will transform, and perhaps a new spiritual consciousness will reappear."
"That's what I guessed, but that may not be the case."
replied the queen bee.
When it answered, the dense swarm of bees was still active, numbering in the hundreds.
"The harvest this time is so rich. I really didn't 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.
The bees and insects were still sucking the divine consciousness in the "Heart of Winter", but they no longer spit 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 today's purgatory world, one who condenses 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 he could only hunt down the puppets of the supernatural gods to increase his consciousness when purgatory was opened and the gods from the outer realm focused their attention, then he was in an era where risks and opportunities coexisted.
What about the event that happens once in a hundred thousand years?
"The limit of our human race, is it the top among all the races in the world?" Pang Jian asked casually.
The queen bee thought silently.
Relying on its perception, Pang Jian looked at the space it was in, and the surprise in his heart was also raised.
Inside the "Gate of Purgatory", deep in the vast mist, the hive was 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 in Pang Jian's body to break out of the pupae.
There are more bees, busy coming and going, spitting honey in the hive.
The honey solidifies and is nourished by the magic in the hive, turning into a new bee pupa.
At this time, Pang Jian felt his weakness and found that his body's energy and blood were less than a tenth of the peak state.
Feeling secretly, he knew that in addition to the vitality to maintain the normal survival of the body, other excess flesh and blood energy were being absorbed by the bee pupae in the hive.
"Master, do you need to hear the truth?"
The queen bee traced the past through silence and harvested some memories from her soul, which she could see in the huge hive.
Pang Jian felt bad and said, "Need it!"
"To me, every bee insect I breed can be regarded as a ray of my consciousness, and can also be used as a clone. However, they actually have independent spiritual intelligence, but it takes time to accumulate it. wake."
"As you can see, it is currently more than seven thousand."
"But this is not my limit, far from it."
"If I have enough divine consciousness, the total number of bees I can currently breed should be more than nine thousand. To be precise, it is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."
"No more than ten thousand, which is my limit, which is more than three times your three thousand 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 you are gifted? Are the Ice Tribe, Fire Tribe, Thunder Tribe, and Ghost Tribe far behind?"
"Well, maybe."
Queen Bee pondered, and recalled some memories, and said: "I remember that your human race's talent is not too high, and it is not outstanding in all aspects. Your soul talent is not as good as mine, not as good as the ghost race, and not as good as the ghost race. In this aspect, it is higher than that of 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, I feel that many ethnic groups are afraid of the human race, and regard the purgatory human race as evil and alien."
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(End of chapter)
