As soon as he entered the sea of consciousness, his spiritual consciousness let go of its hold on his thoughts.
Thoughts float up and down in the sea like mayflies, with only a very weak trace of spirituality left in them, which is not enough to make them respond to external stimuli.
Three spiritual consciousnesses surrounded it.
Ji Yanzhu separated a small amount of spiritual consciousness and gently poked his mind. The mind remained motionless, but almost collapsed. Ji Yanzhu was so frightened that he quickly took back his spiritual consciousness.
The spiritual consciousness of the Jijie Pen circled around his thoughts, as if he was sizing up and observing the other person.
Ji Sha Jian: "Why did you bring such a thing back?"
Jing Yingrong: "Do an experiment."
After finishing speaking, she waited for the new spiritual consciousness of Wusheng Jian to be born, and she once again explored her spiritual consciousness.
With the experience from the last time, this time she was able to retrieve her thoughts much more smoothly. She brought back another ray of thoughts without disturbing Mo Ci at all.
As soon as his spiritual consciousness was released, this ray of thought seemed to be attracted, and it automatically drifted towards the previous ray of thought, and the other party also moved quickly and came forward.
As soon as the two thoughts came into contact, they merged into one in an instant, and the spirituality they contained also merged into one, becoming stronger.
The three spirits were all surprised, and then became very interested, looking forward to the final result.
Jing Yingrong continued to act like this, picking up a ray of thought from the spiritual consciousness of each birth of the Wusheng Sword.
In a flash, less than half a month has passed.
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Desert.
There is no longer a single sand ant in the long yellow sand, and now the place is dominated by those mysterious and mysterious filaments.
During this period of time, the news about Chu Cang's execution and the mystery of Xisi spread, attracting people from several sects to come to find out.
People from the three major sects will not be absent. Taichu Guan sent an elder from the Mahayana realm to lead a team of direct disciples with Yu Xian to conduct exploration; Wufengjian sent more than ten people, and the leader was also a Mahayana monk; Niya Palace had the most people, There are more than thirty people, but there is no elder to lead the team. There is only one person in charge who is in the transformation stage and is also an acquaintance of Yu Xian - Qian Xiaocai.
The desert is vast, and the personnel of various sects were originally stationed scattered along the edge areas, working independently without disturbing each other. However, after the vast majority of people tried their best to do nothing about Xisi and the investigation progress was slow, people from other sects gradually moved closer to the three major sects, hoping to get some relevant information from the three.
Five hundred miles south of the Kunhuang Zongshan Gate, the filaments here are so dense that they are like the lush water plants at the bottom of the river. They form clumps in clumps, rolling in the waves under the sun, and they appear even more erratic because of their appearance. Fantasy and unpredictable.
Suddenly, a small hook flew from a distance, with a long thin line attached to the handle.
The hook fell into the gap between the thin wires. It was obviously empty, but it seemed to be hooked on something. The thin wires suddenly straightened, as if they were dragging a heavy object.
A circle of transparent ripples spread from the tip of the hook, and the space turned into an undulating wave. The filaments were hit by the waves and scattered around, leaving a blank area in the blink of an eye.
After the space wave calmed down, the thin line was raised, the hook was swung back, and two figures appeared in the middle of the area.
Lightning flashed around Yu Xian's body. His expression seemed lazy, but his eyes contained warning. The man next to her was wearing a raincoat, with a slender face half-covered, holding a dark green fishing rod in his hand, and a small basket on his waist.
The fishing rod moved lightly, and the fishhook and line were put away. The man supported the bamboo hat, raised his eyes and looked at the Kunhuang Zong Mountain Gate. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "It is really a strange thing."
The two of them were high in the sky, and they were both highly cultivated people. Therefore, even from a distance, they could still see the strange creature in the mountain gate.
It is like a gigantic snow-white pupa, with a pale yellow color in its white and tender body. At one end, I don't know whether it is the head or the tail, there are five thick and short tentacle-like things, and the ends bloom out like flowers, swaying slowly.
Yu Xian frowned and looked at it for a long time, and then used his consciousness and spiritual power to test it a little, and finally said: "With only the power of space, there is no way to classify cultivation levels. Tsk, there is such a monster in this world. It's a bit like historical records. Some ancient demons.”
The man in the coir raincoat mused: "The mind is confused and difficult to communicate. Is it born this way, or is it caused by being injured by Mo Ren? Yu Xian is like a living being. Is there any clue?"
"Not yet, that group of people have dug out many old ancient books. There are not many monsters with space-type magical powers, and there is no one who fits the characteristics, even if they have some influence."
After Yu Xian finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh, and then added: "There is no news from Wufeng Sword Sect and Niya Palace."
After these days of exploration and experimentation, Taichu Guan has mastered some information about the filaments. These filaments can generally be regarded as an aggregation of space forces. They come and go without a trace because they directly break through space to act.
Only when people reach the realm of returning to the virtual world can they first get involved in the power of space, and it is only the first time. Previously, Elder Wei and the clan elders were unable to do anything with Xisi because they did not have enough control over the power of space. For monks with higher cultivation levels, Not so much.
The closer to the Kunhuang Sect's mountain gate, the denser the filaments, the more unstable the space, and the greater the impact on the monks. Therefore, the elder sent by Taichu Guan can only take Yu Xian with him at most.
Yu Xian asked the man in coir raincoat: "Hey, Elder Jiang, can we get any closer?"
Elder Jiang: "We can't get any closer. No matter how close we are, I won't be able to suppress the space, and you and I will be in danger."
She rubbed her thumb on the fishing rod and said, "But, we can try one more move."
Yu Xian then thought about it and said, "There's no rush. We'll wait until they arrive."
Elder Jiang didn't ask who "they" were, as he probably already knew.
About one stick of incense passed, five hundred miles east of the mountain gate, a sword light fell from the sky, and a dark space crack penetrated the sky and the earth vertically from top to bottom, exuding bursts of destructive aura.
Near the space cracks, the filaments broke and dissipated, and a safe area appeared in an instant, and the Mahayana realm elder of the Wufeng Sword Sect appeared.
He glanced at Yu Xian and Elder Jiang, his face expressionless.
After half a cup of tea, thousands of miles away in the southeast direction of the mountain gate, a ray of light changed from shallow to deep, and spread quickly, like a barrier, pushing the filaments outward.
Inside Xiaguang, the first thing that comes into view is nine golden talismans as huge as curtains. The talismans surround an array altar with thousands of precious lights. On top of the array altar, four high-grade heavenly weapons serve as the array eyes, and their momentum spreads in all directions.
Qian Xiaocai, holding an abacus in his arms, stood in the center of the altar, with a flying shuttle under his feet, a canopy hanging on his head, colorful silk fluttering behind his back, a tortoise shell in front of him protecting his heart, and a treasure pill in his mouth.
Whether it is the flying shuttle canopy, colorful silk tortoise shell, or the heavenly weapon array, altar talisman, in addition to being overflowing with spiritual energy, everything reveals the power of space, and they are all rare treasures related to the power of space.
The people from Taichu Guan and Wufeng Sword Sect couldn't help but pay attention, and Yu Xian shouted loudly: "Hey! That guy over there named Fat Sheep is robbing!"
"Which kind of robbery you are going to commit, wealth or sex, you have to make it clear."
Qian Xiaocai said while deliberately giving him a wink.
Yu Xian turned his head and felt like vomiting.
Elder Jiang said: "Since we are all here, let's use our own methods."
After saying that, she took out something from the small basket at her waist, hung it on the fishhook, then shook her wrist and threw the rod, and the fishhook dragged the infinitely extending fishing line and threw it into the mountain gate.
Chapter 322
