"It turned out to be a bee chrysalis through the Prayer Forbidden Land, a huge beehive that was shattered!"

Without much thought, Pang Jian knew that the first bee chrysalis must be the queen bee, also known as the queen bee.

Subsequently, if a new bee pupae appear, they must have been conceived by the queen bee.

"That's a quick sucking speed!"

After a moment of stunned thinking, Pang Jian realized that one hundred and twenty-eight wisps of divine consciousness were shrinking at an alarming speed.

The consumption of qi and blood is also intense!

He hurriedly took out the Soul Nourishing Pill, and took out buckets of fierce beast blood, and took it in this sea of dust, so as to maintain a better fighting state at all times.

……

The place of the previous battle.

A huge stone covered in flesh and blood floated out of the broken bones and hung strangely in the air.

"Woohoo!"

The flesh and blood covering the stone are still slowly tightening and bonding, and the beautiful female face is gradually being refined.

On this quiet night, a being who does not belong to this world manifests itself in a bloody way.

"Whew! Whew! ”

Many of the spider's feet carved out of stone, as well as His broken body, also flew up from the ground.

With His divine power, He tried to connect the spider's feet to the spider's body to form an unblemished whole.

His rippling pupils searched for a body to use, but he couldn't find a living creature to extract flesh again.

Due to the lack of more flesh and blood, the spider body and legs that had been broken for countless years could not be smoothly glued.

This also makes this foreign god currently only have a beautiful woman's face, and the rest of the spider feet and body are still stones.

Thereupon.

Its head floats among the boulders and flies away from this bloody place in search of new targets.

……

Hundreds of miles away.

A ten-zhang tall wooden man, with a thick filthy power exuding from his whole body, walked alone on the earth.

Painted in wood, he also has a humanoid form, with slightly blurred facial features and stiff limbs.

What distinguishes Him from the wooden statue is His grayish-brown eyes—filled with the intent of death that silences all things.

Wherever He looked, the plants, flowers, insects, and birds and birds died in an instant.

"Dada! Dada! ”

His wooden legs and feet beat against the cold and hard earth of the forbidden ground, like the god of death sounding the death knell.

Gradually, with Him as the center, a terrible wave of devotion to the death of all beings was dispersed, but the scope was limited to less than thirty zhang.

A group of evil cultivators in the midst of a dispute suddenly noticed Him wandering in the cold and lonely wilderness and began to bow down to Him.

He shook his head.

He spread the evil eyes of withered and dead intent, and looked through the air towards the gathered scattered cultivators.

Gradually, more than a dozen evil cultivators became lifeless.

……

Forbidden land in a deep valley.

There was a dark yellow banner that floated out from a altar that had been shattered into hundreds of pieces, and it was in tatters and fluttered in the wind.

There are dozens of holes on the flag surface, which are formed by being penetrated by a sharp blade.

Suddenly, more than a dozen holes and holes turned into evil pupils.

It was as if there was a hidden existence in another world, and its many eyes were drawn to the flag, and the hole on the surface of the flag was used to examine the strange world below.

"Whew! Whining! ”

Flags flutter in the wind.

There were strange whispers, sounding from the pupils of those broken holes, as if many beings were exchanging experiences.

Again, one of the gods' innumerable thoughts, quarreling with each other.

……

A place of stone powder.

Pang Jian's expression was depressed, and he took out a soul nourishing pill again, and he let the bee chrysalis in the bronze medal absorb his mental energy.

Once he sensed the lack of qi and blood, he would eat the flesh of the beast and drink the blood of the high-level beast.

For the growth of the pupae, he did everything he could.

I don't know how long it lasted, and I don't know how many soul nourishing pills were consumed, and how much flesh and blood of the fierce beasts were squandered.

Finally, the queen bee, who was still in the form of a bee chrysalis, stopped her unwanton demands for him.

At this moment, a voice that was not yet very clear was released from it.

It begged Pang Jian to collect ...... for it Divine consciousness.

Pang Jian, who had not yet recovered, was still dizzy, and he didn't know what divine consciousness was.

When he tried to communicate with the pupa with his mind, he found that the pupa had entered a dormant state and no longer responded to him.

"Divine consciousness, is it the divine consciousness in the sea of my consciousness? No, if it's Consciousness, it doesn't need me to collect it. ”

"Divinity...... Only the so-called gods should have divinity. ”

"Really?"

Pang Jian had a bold guess.

After a while, Pang Jian, who had recovered most of his energy and combat strength, moved again in the forbidden place of praying for spirits.

Soon, a foreign god carved from the roots of a blue-black tree was cut into pieces and appeared in front of Pang Jian's eyes.

Around the gods in the form of wood carvings, there were no broken bones of living beings, and there were no obvious abnormalities.

"This is the case that can be tried."

He leaned in and touched the pieces of wood with the bronze medal.

"Peng!"

A piece of blue-black wood turned into sawdust.

A breath that was so weak that it was almost undiscernible escaped from the wood powder and was sucked into the bronze medal.

"It's doable!"

Holding the bronze plaque known as the Infernal Gate, he began to knock the shards of the other blue-black roots, piece by piece.

When the wood block instantly turned into wood powder, he sensed a very weak aura, and was taken advantage of by the bronze medal in his hand to absorb it.

"This is the so-called divine consciousness?"

Then, he moved excitedly and cautiously in the forbidden place of prayer.

All the shattered altars, stone statues and wood carvings that had been cut into pieces along the way, he tried to touch with bronze medals.

Some altars, stone statues, and wood carvings will turn into stone dust when they are knocked by the bronze medal, and a very weak and weak breath will be collected.

However, most of the altar stone statues have no supernatural remnants inside, and there will be no strange changes when the bronze medal is struck.

"Perhaps, some gods have not been able to withstand the test of a long time, and have fallen in some foreign places."

Pang Jian secretly guessed.

On this day, he turned a broken stone statue into stone dust with a bronze medal.

A mysterious power crept into his sea of knowledge.

In the blink of an eye, a new wisp of ...... was born in the acupuncture points below his sea of consciousness Divine Sense!

The total number of Pang Jian's divine consciousness has also changed from one hundred and twenty-eight wisps to one hundred and twenty-nine!

He was shocked to find that he had broken an established rule of cultivators!

This rule is that the total number of divine consciousness of the monks of the Cave Realm will be fixed at the beginning, and then it can never be changed.

He is now in the middle stage of the Cave Mystery Realm, and the total number of his divine consciousness, because that bronze medal has absorbed a trace of divine consciousness, has allowed him to condense another wisp of divine consciousness!

There is a clear difference between him and the rules of the Cave Xuan Realm monks!

"After the divine consciousness breaks through a hundred, every ten more strands are condensed, it is a new world. I'm one hundred and twenty-nine now, and if I can add one or two more wisps, I can cross the threshold of one hundred and thirty domains......"

Pang Jian's heart is surging.

According to Ye Fei, in the last eight hundred years, the total number of divine senses that no one in the Second Realm could cross the one hundred and thirty threshold.

And the existence of divine consciousness, the wonder of the bronze medal, made Pang Jian see hope.

"Gotta try."

Next, Pang Jian worked harder and harder, going around to collect the shattered altar stone statues in the Forbidden Land of Prayer.

Two days later, with the help of a new harvest, he once again condensed a new wisp of divine consciousness.

"One hundred and thirty wisps!"

Pang Jian's eyes bloomed with joy.

Another day passed, and he suddenly saw the fragments of the Golden Chariot of the Star Alliance.

I also saw a huge hand with a wrist pestle on the ground, and the palm of the palm was spread out to the sky.

Unlike the large hands in the shape of humans, they are not made of stones, but of the bones of some kind of huge beast.

This specially-shaped altar looks like a huge palm sticking out from the depths of the earth.

Now.

In the palm of the giant hand, there was a girl Pang Jian familiar with sitting - Xie Xiwen of the Galaxy League.

Pieces of severed "finger bones" were scattered next to the altar, and there was the body of a Dharma protector named Shen Lei at the "finger bones".

There are also two elders of the Galaxy Alliance who are old and long, and they don't know how long they have been dead, but they have happy smiles on their faces.

In such a strange atmosphere, Xie Xiwen, who had a good physique, closed her eyes and practiced peacefully.

Her expression was serene, and there was a powerful vitality in her body.

Pang Jian, who was slowly approaching, looked at her from all angles, ready to flee at any time.

Suddenly.

On her white cheeks, her long eyelashes moved slightly, as if she was about to wake up from breaking her cultivation state.

It was also at this time.

A great pain appeared on her face, as if she was suffering from inhuman torture, and her body and mind were being urged by some terrible force.

Her lips quivered, but no sound could come out.

But Pang Jian could understand what she wanted to express by squirming the corners of her mouth, that is...... Save me, save me, who can save me?

"Boom!"

Pang Jian had a splitting headache, like being hit on his skull by many giant hammers, and almost had a nervous breakdown.

Not only did he stop instantly, but he was also stepping back step by step.

His eyes and attention always fell on Xie Xiwen, who was on the special shaped altar, and whispered bitterly in his heart: "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to help you, I don't want to put my life into it." ”

Yuan recklessly, this woman had shown rare kindness to him, and was one of the few people who was willing to speak for him.

But he really can't help.

"Xie Xiwen" Jingze's lips moved.

"Little brother."

He spoke softly.

Pang Jian suddenly shuddered all over, and found that he had opened his closed eyes, and his eyes shone with a silver light, looking at him with an intriguing gaze.

Under the stars and moon, he has an elegant temperament, like an ethereal fairy.

Pang Jian didn't dare to appreciate it, nor did he dare to show a trace of disrespect, and his footsteps still kept moving away.

He patted him at his side and said with a smile, "Come and sit here and have a few words with me?" ”

His voice was pleasant, with a kind of magic that made people willingly obey, just listening to his voice, Pang Jian was dizzy as if he was drunk.

……

(End of chapter)