Sparks flickered on the red cassock. When Zhang Qing came back to his senses, he saw that his cassock seemed to be torn apart by a sharp blade.
The defense that the cassock should have seemed to disappear in an instant, and was cut easily like ordinary cloth.
"This is..." Zhang Qing looked up at Jiang Baiyi in front of him.
"Divine consciousness?"
Jiang Baiyi glanced at Zhang Qing in surprise, "Having some knowledge, I thought that there was no inheritance related to spiritual consciousness among the four clans of Yunmengze."
"Now that you know, you have to be careful. No matter how powerful the immortal magic inheritance is, it can't expand your consciousness several times during foundation building, right?"
"I may not be as good as you in fighting skills, but if the divine consciousness attacks, how much can your immortal magic block it?"
Zhang Qing fell silent. It is true that the Zhang family has no inheritance related to spiritual consciousness. It can even be said that the entire Yunmengze clan and the current Lingyue Chamber of Commerce may not have any.
People have three flowers of essence, energy and spirit, so some people focus on magic, some pursue the ultimate physical fitness, and naturally, some people turn their spiritual consciousness into power.
Zhang Qing knew only a few words, but he could only guess more.
"Is it because of his divine consciousness that he was able to make even the Foundation Establishment monks unable to react with one strike of his sword?" Zhang Qing thought back to the time when he first entered the Land of Yunxia, and he had the answer in his mind.
Then he looked at Jiang Baiyi, "Do you think you can kill me like this?"
"Not sure, but gotta give it a try."
As soon as Jiang Baiyi finished speaking, golden sword energy fragments all over the sky swarmed towards Zhang Qing. At the same time, violent flames also erupted in the void, burning all the sword energy fragments indiscriminately.
Even the power of spiritual consciousness blessed by mana faced the despair of being wiped out in the fairy fire. In just a moment, Jiang Baiyi felt the extreme pain and tearing in his mind.
Thousands of sword energy turned into countless fragments, and so did his consciousness. Every time he was burned by the flames, it would be directly reflected in his mind.
Monks who practice spiritual consciousness seem to be more mysterious than other practitioners, but they are also far more dangerous than anyone else.
"Immortal golden light!" Jiang Baiyi's eyes turned golden. As he shouted, a hair-thick light penetrated the raging flames from the fragments of sword energy in the sky. No matter how much the foundation-building fairy fire burned, , not even half melted.
"Spiritual consciousness can be endless, or it can be just a wisp of dust."
"I will not die, and the gods will not die." Jiang Baiyi's voice was like an ancient roar, and with that ray of golden light breaking into Zhang Qing's mind, there was a complete movement to the sky, and huge waves and world-destroying edges were raging.
Of course, all of this happened in the depths of the sea of consciousness, and the outside world only lasted a moment.
Outsiders could only see that at the moment when the golden light bloomed, Zhang Qing's flames dimmed, and the green-clothed foundation-building monk also knelt on one knee, breathing heavily to relieve his fatigue.
"Can you bear it?" Jiang Baiyi stared at Zhang Qing, searching for an answer in his cloudy eyes.
That was his most powerful attack method, but he didn't risk everything. He knew very well what he needed to remember in front of the Zhang family monks, so once Zhang woke up, he had to run for his life immediately.
"So...are you going to die?" Jiang Baiyi's body trembled slightly, and he could feel his ray of immortal golden light destroying the opponent's sea of consciousness crazily.
His pupils reflected the flickering firelight in front of him, and what was reflected in the flames was boundless darkness.
In the darkness, there is golden light tearing apart the heaven and earth, there is flame laying an overwhelming blockade, there is golden light cutting the flame into pieces over and over again, and there are endless flames burning and rising again and again.
Until a certain moment, the golden light exhausted all its power and burst out with its final afterglow. The golden light pillar penetrated the boundless darkness and reached the 'sky' and 'earth' within it.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhang Qing's mouth. The originally warm-blooded face turned pale at this moment, and the surrounding flames were instantly extinguished and disappeared without a trace, leaving the faint sky under the stars again. dark.
Zhang Qing stretched out his slightly trembling hands, and flames raged in his hands. The surrounding Fenglin trees were instantly ignited, and everything within a hundred meters except the twelve Qi Practitioners began to burn.
They went crazy in the flames, and finally turned into a majestic force that poured into Zhang Qing's control.
As a result, Zhang Qing's surroundings were filled with endless flames, and the red flames formed a square beam of light that shot hundreds of meters into the sky.
The moment the huge pillar of flames soared into the sky, a golden sword light rushed into the distance at the critical moment, sinking into the darkness that appeared deeper under the light of the flames.
The sky became dark again, and Zhang Qing's pupils gradually gained focus, but he was still extremely frightened in his heart.
This was perhaps the most dangerous fight since his practice. The entire process did not take more than ten breaths, and the most dangerous and longest process lasted only that fleeting moment.
When the divine sword light struck at the sea of consciousness before he could react, he could not find any corresponding means to resist it.
Of all the spells he has practiced, whether they are offensive and defensive or escape and body refining, none of them can be used in his own sea of consciousness.
At that moment, he felt the infinite approach of death.
The only reason he could survive was because of his terrible accumulation of mana. He used his mana again and again to consume the power of the golden sword light, like a lake pouring into a fire pit until it was extinguished.
It was the most helpless method, but it allowed Zhang Qing to survive, but he still suffered serious injuries.
"Hurry! Inform the mine and send the magic pill here!" Zhang Zifan rushed to Zhang Qing to support him, and roared at the dozen qi-training monks in the scorched blackness in all directions.
As a direct descendant of the family, he knew the seriousness of the problem when he heard what Zhang Qing said about the power of spiritual consciousness.
As for Zhang Qing's injury at this moment, nothing can be seen from the outside. It can only be a problem with his consciousness.
As Yunmengze's immortal cultivating family, the Zhang family would naturally not be short of elixirs to repair their spiritual consciousness. These were originally used to deal with the Shui family and Jinlan Sect's sword-controlling skills, so they had a lot of them in reserve.
"He's gone." Zhang Qing said softly, reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. The final burst of earth, fire and sky was also a helpless act. He was not sure whether Jiang Baiyi still had the ability to give him a second spiritual consciousness. attack.
As for his injuries, they were not as serious as Zhang Zifan imagined. The richness of his magic power gave him enough confidence, but he was just mentally exhausted.
Zhang Qing woke up from his deep sleep and glanced outside the window. The bright sunshine was a bit dazzling, and seemed to be particularly unfriendly to a monk like him whose consciousness had been damaged.
"You woke up so quickly, it makes me feel like the elixir was wasted." A pleasant voice sounded not far away, and Zhang Qing turned his head and saw a pair of proud mountain peaks.
Then, he saw the delicate face on the mountain peak.
