Having said that, Lin Jiaoyue is clumsy and is not very good at swearing, so this function is not the same.
But she is not obsessed with this. Now, she should set off immediately to find the Phoenix corpse.
Under the influence of their new skills, they moved forward at the fastest speed.
The trees here grow very fragmented. They do not grow together in one piece, but are scattered and gathered together in twos and threes, resulting in a dense forest in some places and a grassland in other places.
Forests and grasslands are concentrated together at the same time.
Moreover, I don’t know if it was because of that cry, but the spiritual beasts in this place became restless.
They were entangled and fighting each other.
Their attacks were aimless and they seemed to hit anyone they saw. Lin Jiaoyue had been attacked by several waves of spirit beasts.
However, with the protection of her new skills, they were unable to attack her at all. Instead, they were trapped and strangled by her, giving her an opportunity to practice her new skills.
——Hey, hey, hey, the new skill is so awesome, let’s give it a name!
——As for dealing with it, I think every skill in the world of cultivation has a nice and cultured name. If there are other skills, I want them too!
——Ah, what should I choose? I’m not very good at naming.
——I, I, I, I can, I am the best at naming, I have already thought of it, one is called Space Cage and the other is called Space Scissors!
——...It’s such an unpleasant name. It sounds uneducated at all. Moreover, others can guess the name of the skill just by hearing it. It’s very passive, okay?
——When choosing a name, we should pay attention to a simple and practical one. What's so good about being flashy? Moreover, if the name does not match the skills, then what's the use? Isn't it just a random choice!
——...I also think this name is unpleasant...
——I don’t agree, change the name.
While Lin Jiaoyue was on her way, her consciousness started arguing about the name of her new skill. It was buzzing and making her head hurt.
"Yueyue, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Lin Jiaoyue's slightly frowned eyebrows caught Li Shenghe's attention.
"Ah, it's okay." Lin Jiaoyue explained: "It's just that my head is a little noisy."
"……ah?"
Li Shenghe was confused. He didn't understand what she meant.
"It's my consciousness. My consciousness is quarreling. They are very childish and boring. They are arguing over the name of a skill... Oh, they are already fighting now."
Lin Jiaoyue's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if something was really bothering her.
Li Shenghe could understand every word she said, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.
Lin Jiaoyue, who may not be an aboriginal, cannot understand the shock of the aborigines in the world of cultivation.
Divine consciousness...can quarrel...can even start a fight?
Every word Lin Jiaoyue said challenged Li Shenghe's world view.
The spiritual consciousness of people in the world of cultivation has no independent consciousness. They are just a tool, an organ, an organ that can be an eye or a hand.
Except for their sensitive and fragile points, they are no different from other organs.
No one's hands or feet have their own consciousness, and neither does spiritual consciousness.
If there is no consciousness, there will be no quarrels or fights.
Li Shenghe was stunned for a moment, as if his worldview had been shattered and rebuilt. After a long time, his almost soft voice sounded.
"So... Yueyue's consciousness is self-aware, and there are more than one?"
