Section IV

Xu Zhanpeng opened his mouth, but did not speak. Psionic blocks were the most perfect combination of metaphysics and science before Extinction Day. The cultivator cultivates the divine consciousness and the inner breath of true qi, and combines it to form the so-called mana, or the so-called alien energy spring of the supernatural person.

Before the appearance of the spiritual energy block, it was either through the cultivation techniques of the Taoist Xuanmen, collecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and practicing with breathing and physical arts, and gradually increasing the accumulation of mana. Either by using meditation and external alchemy organized by hermitages or other secret societies to enhance spiritual and physical strength, they are combined to form so-called spiritual powers.

Whether it is spiritual power or mana, it needs to be cultivated over time.

The normal cultivation speed is very slow. But later, Xuanmen discovered a natural spirit stone similar to jade in the Donghua Continent, and the heaven and earth aura contained in it could quickly replenish the monk's true qi and divine consciousness at the same time, and promote the combination of true qi and divine consciousness to form mana.

Since this natural spirit stone was only suitable for the inner breath of the Xuanmen cultivators, the supernatural beings in the hermit society could not use it directly, resulting in an imbalance between the power of the Donghua Xuanmen and the hermit society for a while.

However, with the powerful investment of technology and magic from the Taixi Alliance, the Hermit Society finally produced artificially made psionic blocks twenty years after the discovery of the spirit stone in Xuanmen.

Using the latest advances in technology and magic, psionic blocks can be used to infuse a specially crafted synthesis of inorganic and organic matter with the energy of a suitable monk and convert it into mana or spiritual power. The source of energy can be charged and converted through electricity, light, heat, or nuclear energy, and psionic blocks can be one-time or can be recharged multiple times and used repeatedly.

In the later stage, dense psionic blocks can even support the energy consumption of the super formation. Moreover, the Artificial Spiritual Energy Block is suitable for all the exercises of the Hermitage and the Donghua Xuanmen, and it is a universal energy.

Although there are some powerful studies in the Xuanmen, it has been found that the Xuanmen spell will have a weak attenuation when using the mana provided by the spiritual energy block, and the effect is not as good as that of the natural spirit stone, and long-term use will have side effects on the human body, which is not conducive to the improvement of one's own mana. However, due to the scarcity of natural spirit stones, the supply is not stable. With the depletion of the spirit stone veins, the artificial spiritual energy block gradually became a common and necessary mana reserve for monks.

After Extinction Day, due to the complete destruction of various advanced energy sources and their production equipment, psionic blocks could no longer be produced, and there was no way to continue to recharge. Moreover, with the current level of productivity, this energy is only enough to maintain a basic level of mechanical production, which is completely insufficient to provide the monk with the so-called spiritual energy conversion.

What's more, after the Extinction Day and the Dark Ages, there is no longer a single psionic block left in the world.

Xu Zhanpeng knew that there might be a few psionic blocks in this sect, but it was definitely only a few bigwigs who could master it. Qiu Lingxiao was able to take out this psionic block and give it to Jin Yi to use, which was a bloody outcome. In Xu Zhanpeng's view, this price is too great, and he doesn't know what the effect will be.

As for Qiu Lingxiao himself, after urging the paper rune formation, his face was already pale, obviously because of the great loss of mana.

The talisman embedded with the psionic block on the coffee table had dimmed for a moment, and then gradually shattered, along with the psionic block, into a small pile of gravel. The six paper talismans suddenly ignited like torches at the same moment, and then turned into ashes.

The small banner in Jin Yi's palm suddenly swayed slightly, and a palpitating fluctuation went straight to the northeast.

Xiao Yang sat in the box of the Dongjian Line. This train was a temporary ticket for him. Kuaiyitang's influence in the United Realm is not large, but there are always a few connections that can be used. So when he arrived at the station, there were already people waiting for him with tickets.

Entering the station and getting on the train went smoothly, and when the train departed, Xiao Yang finally relaxed. This business trip is not dangerous, although it has caused trouble with the Blue Dragon Society and the Military Investigation Bureau, but it is a big deal not to come to the United Boundary in the short term. Besides, Kuaiyitang has always cooperated happily with the Department of Internal Defense, and he may not be afraid of the Military Investigation Bureau in the Donghua Mainland.

But after the train left for a while, Xiao Yang felt that something was faintly inappropriate. When the cultivator himself cultivates to a certain level, he will have a certain premonition, especially a killer like Xiao Yang, who has been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, and he is especially sensitive to the sixth sense of danger.

Several times Xiao Yang wanted to get off the train halfway to hide, but he didn't feel the source of the danger, so although he was scared, he didn't move in the train box.

When the car passed through Changzhou, Xiao Yang suddenly felt as if an extremely weak divine sense had locked on him, and this divine sense seemed to be just a trace, but it was very tenacious. At that moment, Xiao Yang only felt a creepy. He hurriedly slapped six or seven amulets and turtle breath charms on his body, and meditated and breathed at the same time, hoping to use his divine consciousness to break off the lock, until the train passed a culvert bridge, and the wisp of divine consciousness disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Yang let out a heaviness and sweated like rain. He pasted five more paper talismans in the box and stimulated them one by one. Looking at the time, there was another half an hour to get to the next station, Zhenning, he decided to get off the train as soon as he arrived at the station, find a place to hide first, and then let the people from Kuaiyitang come to pick him up.

At this time, Xiao Yang thought that he had the magic power of the Blue Dragon Society or the Military Investigation Bureau, and used his divine sense to probe his location. As long as he changes his position in time, he should be safe. However, being able to lock his position from a distance of hundreds of miles is already an earth-shattering cultivation.

But the next moment, a colossal divine thought suddenly descended without any warning, and the walls of the carriage and the talisman paper on his body suddenly spontaneously combusted, and then turned into ashes. The divine thought locked on his top door unhindered, and his divine consciousness suddenly jumped, as if he was about to leave his body as if he was being extracted by this divine thought.

Xiao Yang screamed, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and tried his best to fight against that divine thought, but he only felt that his divine consciousness was being withdrawn from his body little by little.

Knowing that he was facing a life-and-death situation, he gritted his teeth, took out a silver needle in his hand, sprayed a mouthful of blood into the needle, and then stabbed the needle into his eyebrows.

This kind of painstaking soul fixing technique greatly damaged his cultivation, and he might not be able to make an inch of progress in his divine sense in the future, but at this time, Xiao Yang couldn't care about it so much. Extracting his divine consciousness from hundreds of miles away was unheard of. Being targeted by this kind of power, it is a blessing to survive.

Xiao Yang regrets it very much now, he doesn't know which great power he provoked, and he actually has this kind of magical power. Knowing this, he would never have gone to the troubled waters of the Internal Guard Division and the White Tiger Hall. But it's useless to regret it now. After the soul fixing technique was cast, the divine consciousness seemed to be frozen, but Xiao Yang knew that the extraction power of that divine thought had not weakened in the slightest, and once the soul fixing technique failed, his soul would inevitably be scattered.

The train entered another culvert, and Xiao Yang felt as if there was a slight fluctuation in that divine thought. Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled open the window and jumped off.

When Jin Yi's palm made that fluctuation, everyone around him only felt that their consciousness was swaying, as if they were about to leave their bodies, Xu Zhanpeng and Qiu Lingxiao were okay, they had Xuangong suppression, but a few of the Military Investigation Bureau were about to sit on the ground as soon as their eyes were dark. Fortunately, Jin Yi's divine thoughts locked on Xiao Yang, and this fluctuation was directed at Xiao Yang, otherwise I am afraid that the Military Investigation Bureau would be a tragedy here.

Everyone was shocked, but they saw Jin Yi closing his eyes again and staring at each other, his brows tightly locked.

Jin Yi had already locked on Xiao Yang's divine thoughts, and he also felt the traction of Xiao Wan's fluctuations, but maybe because the distance was too far, or Xiao Yang had a secret technique, that kind of traction seemed to be in a stalemate, and suddenly there were signs of instability.

Jin Yi took a deep breath suddenly, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. As the mouthful of blood spat into the palm of his right hand, he shouted: "Chop!"

The willow leaf in the palm of his right hand shook, and a wave followed the direction of the little flag.

In a railway culvert three hundred and fifty miles northeast of the United Realm, Xiao Yang suddenly felt an incomparably sharp killing intent suddenly descend in the void. He could see the thin invisible lines emerging from the void ripples across the culvert rock wall, like sharp blades slicing through tofu.

Xiao Yang couldn't make any movements at all, and his soul and body seemed to be completely locked by the great power.

In the terrible scream, Xiao Yang's head fell to the ground out of thin air.

His head was detached, his body clinging to the culvert's rock wall, his head and neck fractured extremely smooth, as if swept by an invisible blade. On the stone wall in the culvert, at the neck of Xiao Yang's corpse, there are also newly cut thin cracks deep into the rock mass.

The blood-stained head rolled beside the railroad tracks, a needle in the center of the eyebrow, and a tiny crack from the center of the brow to the top of the head, as if something had been pulled out of the brain.