Changsheng's heart moved, and he grabbed another divine sense into the Purple Mansion and carefully flipped through his memories. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is too fragmented to know anything more than the most basic things engraved in the consciousness.

It's like a painting, torn into billions of pieces, each piece is very small, although there are a few strokes left on each fragment, you can tell the material of the painting, but if you want to know something, for example, what kind of painting, you can't do anything. If you want to know the general idea of the painting, you can't wait to collect enough pieces to have enough patience to piece it together.

But how dare Immortals? How powerful are the masters of these remnant Divine Consciousness? Even if it is a disintegrated Divine Consciousness, any piece of it, the vast Divine Consciousness in it is enough to be compared to the entire Divine Consciousness of an ordinary Foundation Building Realm Stage, not to mention that the degree of condensation of this Broken Divine Consciousness is comparable to that of a Jindan Realm cultivator.

Such a cultivator, as long as he has one billionth of his divine consciousness connected, I am afraid that he will not be able to deal with it by immortals.

In this day or so, Changsheng has devoured a lot of divine consciousness fragments, even if there are not ten thousand, there are always seven or eight thousand daos, but the surrounding divine consciousness fragments have not decreased, which shows how vast the total amount of this divine consciousness is. With these seven or eight thousand divine senses, Changsheng also felt that it was several times more than the divine consciousness he had cultivated before.

Zhu Xian is right, a drop of water in a pot of wine is still a pot of wine, but if a drop of wine is mixed with a pot of water, is it still wine?

Immortal didn't dare to devour the Divine Consciousness Fragment anymore, and he didn't dare to have a Divine Consciousness Fragment, and the Immortal in the Purple Mansion restrained the Divine Consciousness Fragment and sent it out of the Purple Mansion and threw it into the Yellow Spring.

"Isn't it you?" or have you forgotten the past?" the voice rang in my ears again.

"Get out of here!" Changsheng shouted angrily, "You crippled consciousness, don't want to affect me!" Changsheng roared at Huang Quan.

Zhu Xian sighed and flew towards the Yellow Spring with Changsheng.

"You're leaving? Why? I have no ill will, I have been imprisoned in this endless yellow spring for an unknown number of billions of years, I am already very weak, sooner or later I will be wiped out, I just want to see my old friends before I really die!" The voice roared in Changsheng's ears, as if there was a trace of dissatisfaction.

Changsheng glanced back, suspicious.

"Who is he, and why is he imprisoned in this sea of suffering? Why does he say that I am his old friend? Is he lying to me?......?" Countless questions were angry in Changsheng's heart, and Changsheng couldn't go, Changsheng faintly felt that these questions were closely related to him, and they were very important.

"Stop!" Changsheng stopped Zhu Xian and said solemnly, "Zhu Xian senior, let's go down." ”

"Go down?" Zhu Xian said with some dissatisfaction, "Do you still want to devour those fragments?" Don't you understand that the more fragments are devoured, the stronger your inner demons will become?"

Changsheng shook his head and said, "In the depths of this Yellow Spring, there is a huge secret hidden, I am afraid that it has a lot to do with me, I can't help but know it." What's more, the only hope for this tower is probably there!"

Zhu Xian said coldly: "If you go further, you are only afraid that you will go crazy! If you are crazy, I will kill you!"

Changsheng smiled and said, "If I'm really crazy, you just have to kill me!" I have to go down, I'm a cultivator, if I don't even believe in myself, what kind of Dao heart can I talk about? What kind of cultivation do you say?"

Zhu Xian stared at Changsheng for a long time, and suddenly said, "You only look like a real cultivator now, okay, I'll send you down!" Remember, if you are crazy, I will never show mercy!" With that, he turned around and flew towards the depths of the Yellow Spring again.

Changsheng has already mastered the basic method of divine consciousness condensation, and there is no need to release the projection of the Purple Mansion world at all, he only turns his divine consciousness into a spear, flying up and down, and constantly picking up the close fragments of divine consciousness, and Zhu Xian no longer twists the fragments of divine consciousness, but only uses the true yuan to wrap them and throw them away.

Compared with Zhu Xian, the method of immortality is more effective, after all, the divine sense is the best way to deal with the divine consciousness.

Flying all the way down, Changsheng secretly thought to himself: "It turns out that my previous method of using divine consciousness was so simple and rude, and it was completely condensed and formed by the mind, and it was difficult for the mind to be trained, so how could I really be ever-changing, and I couldn't condense something that was slightly more complicated, such as this spear."

In terms of the degree of condensation of divine consciousness, I am afraid that my divine consciousness is already comparable to the Yuan Infant Realm, but when it comes to the use of means to defend divine consciousness, I am very lacking, and there are not many records in the inheritance, so it seems that I will have to think about it in the future.

With this method of divine consciousness condensation, cultivators in the middle stage of the virtual realm are afraid that they will not be able to withstand my blow, after all, if they can't be helped by the magic weapon, there are generally only two ways for cultivators to deal with divine consciousness, one is to rely on their own divine consciousness to resist, and the other is to use the true element to protect divine consciousness, which is also rudimentary, how can there be this subtle method of condensation in this fragment?"

Immortals don't know, this method of divine consciousness condensation, when the divine consciousness is strong to a certain extent, it will naturally be comprehended, and the cultivators of the Yuan Infant Realm will basically condense the Yuan Infant, which is a natural embodiment of this divine consciousness condensation, and the cultivator only needs to ponder this process for a while, and he can figure out what it is.

It's just that the immortal divine consciousness has improved too quickly, and it is too late to think carefully about the precipitation, and it is natural that he can't realize such a method.

Not to mention Changsheng's thoughts, the two of them flew down for another three days and three nights, and finally saw a cloud of purple light, surrounded by dense fragments of divine consciousness, like a sky full of stars, almost covered by the purple light.

"You're finally here!" the voice seemed to be a little relieved, "I already feel that you're very close! Do you see that purple light? Come to the purple light, I feel that your strength is still very weak, and your memory has not been restored, right? No wonder you always don't respond." ”

Changsheng pointed to the purple light and said to Zhu Xian, "Let's go to that purple light!"

Zhu Xian glanced at Changsheng, didn't say much, and flew towards the purple light.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, and the two of them flew for two more days before they finally flew to the edge of the purple light, which looked very small from a distance, and when they walked in, they found that it was not small, hundreds of miles in size.

"Let's go in!" said Changsheng.

"Be careful!" Zhu Xian grabbed Changsheng, "I feel that this place is very dangerous, I am Zhu Xian Sword Spirit, there are not many things that can make me feel jealous!"

Changsheng nodded, and the two of them entered the purple light.

There was no yellow spring water in the purple light, only a round ball about a hundred miles in size, on which stood many pillars more than 100 zhang high, and the adjacent pillars were connected with bronze several feet thick, and the top of the pillar exuded a purple light.

"What a lot of suction!" Zhu Xian exclaimed as he trembled, "Even I can't fly with a sword here!"

Zhu Xian firmly grasped Changsheng and tried his best to control his body, but the invisible force pulled them and fell down rapidly.

"Boom" and "boom" twice, the two smashed on the huge ball, Zhu Xian was fine, after all, he was the body of a spiritual treasure, and this collision was nothing to him. Changsheng is different, the bones on his body have been broken by dozens of pieces, his internal organs have been shattered, and he is lying on the ground like a mess of mud, which is still the result of his divine consciousness releasing heavy defenses.

Changsheng took out the passion jade dew with difficulty and drank several drops in a row.

"Your body is so fragile! You really didn't recover your memory, alas! Were you also imprisoned by them?" the voice sounded in his head again.