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Chapter 323

Once entering the sea of ​​consciousness, the divine consciousness let go of the coercion of the mind.

Thoughts float and sink in the sea like mayflies, and there is only an extremely weak trace of spirituality left in them, which is not enough to make it respond to external stimuli.

Three spiritual senses surrounded it.

Ji Yanzhu separated out a handful of spiritual consciousness, and lightly poked the mind, but the mind remained motionless, but almost collapsed, so frightened that Ji Yanzhu quickly took back the spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness of Jijie Pen circled around the idea, as if looking at the other party.

Jishajian: "Why did you bring such a thing back?"

Jing Yingrong: "Do an experiment."

After finishing speaking, when Wu Shengjian's new spiritual consciousness was born, she once again explored her spiritual consciousness.

With the experience of last time, this time, her action of hooking the idea was much smoother, and without alarming Mo Ci at all, she brought back a wisp of idea.

As soon as the divine consciousness was released, this thread of thought seemed to be attracted, and it automatically drifted towards the previous thread of thought, and the other party also made a sudden move and came forward.

As soon as the two strands of thoughts came into contact, they merged into one in an instant, and the spirituality contained in them also merged into one, growing stronger.

The three spirits were all surprised, and then became very interested, looking forward to the final result.

Jing Yingrong continued to act in this way, picking up a strand of thought from the spiritual consciousness of Wushengjian every time it was born.

In a flash, 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 it is those strange filaments that appear and disappear.

During this period of time, the news of Chu Cang's death and the mystery of Xisi has spread, attracting several sects to send people to find out.

People from the three major sects will certainly not be absent.Taichu Guan sent an elder from the Mahayana realm, and together with Yu Xian led a group of direct disciples 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 30 people, but there are no elders to lead the team, only one person in charge of the transformation stage, and also an acquaintance of Yu Xian - Qian Xiaocai.

The desert is vast, and the personnel of various sects were originally stationed scattered along the fringe, and they did not disturb each other and worked in their own camps.However, after the vast majority of people were helpless with the filaments and the investigation progressed slowly, people from other sects gradually moved closer to the three major sects, hoping to get a little bit of relevant information from the three.

Five hundred miles away from the south of the Kunhuang Sect's mountain gate, the filaments here are as dense as the lush aquatic plants at the bottom of the river, clusters of clusters, rolling waves in the sun, and because of the erratic appearance, it looks even more beautiful. Unpredictable.

Suddenly, a small hook flew from a distance, with a long thin string attached to the pommel.

The hook fell into the gap between the filaments, and there was nothing there, but it seemed to be hooked on something, and the thin thread suddenly straightened, as if it was dragging a heavy object.

A circle of transparent ripples spread from the tip of the hook, and the space turned into undulating waves. Those filaments were beaten by the waves and scattered around, leaving a blank area in a blink of an eye.

After the wave of space calmed down, the thin line was lifted, the hook was thrown back, and two figures appeared in the middle of the area.

Yu Xian walked around with lightning, his expression seemed lazy, but his eyes implied vigilance.The person next to her was wearing a coir raincoat and a straw hat half-hidden his clean face, holding a dark green fishing rod and a small basket pinned to his waist.

The fishing rod moved lightly, and the hooks and lines were all put away. The man supported the Furuo hat, raised his eyes and looked at the gate of the Kunhuang Sect, and said in a deep voice after a while: "It's really a strange thing."

The two of them were in the sky, and they were both highly cultivated. Therefore, even though they were far away, they could still see the strange creature in the mountain gate station.

It is like a gigantic snow-white chrysalis, its plump body is white and tender with light yellow in it.At one end, whether it is the head or the tail, there are five thick and short tentacles, and the ends bloom like flowers, swinging slowly.

Yu Xian frowned and looked at it for a while, then tested it with his spiritual sense and spiritual power, and finally said: "There is only the power of space, and there is no way to divide the level of cultivation. Tsk, there are such monsters in this world, which is a bit like historical records. Some of the ancient monsters."

The man in coir raincoat pondered: "The mind is confused and it's difficult to communicate. Is it born like this, or is it caused by being injured by Moren? Yu Xian is like a living being. Do you have a clue in the door?"

"Not yet, those people have dug out many ancient books and old books. There are not many monster races with space-like supernatural powers, and there is no one who fits the characteristics, not even a little bit."

After Yu Xian finished speaking, he couldn't help sighing, and then added: "There is no news from Wufeng Sword Sect and Niya Palace."

After these days of exploration and experimentation, Taichuguan has grasped some information about filaments.These filaments can generally be regarded as aggregates of space power, they come and go without a trace, because they directly break through the space to act.

People who have cultivated to the Void Returning Realm can only dabble in the power of space for the first time, and it is only the beginning. Previously, Elder Wei and the clan elders had nothing to do with filaments because they did not have enough control over the power of space. Not so much.

The closer to the mountain gate of Kunhuangzong, the denser the filaments, the more unstable the space, and the greater the impact on the monks. Therefore, the elder sent by Taichu Temple can only bring Leisure alone at most.

Yu Xian asked the man in coir raincoat: "Elder Jiang, can we get closer?"

Elder Jiang: "It can't be any closer, no matter how close, I can't suppress the space, and you and I will be in danger."

She rubbed her thumb on the fishing rod, and said, "But, you can try one more trick."

Yu Xian thought about it and said, "No rush, we'll talk about it when they arrive."

Elder Jiang didn't ask who "they" were, perhaps he already knew about it.

After about a stick of incense, five hundred miles to the east of the mountain gate, a ray of sword light fell from the sky, and a dark space crack pierced the sky and earth from top to bottom, exuding bursts of destructive aura.

Near the space crack, the filaments broke and dissipated, and a safe area appeared in an instant, and the Mahayana elder of the Wufeng Sword Sect appeared.

He cast a glance 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 sunlight changed from light to dark, and quickly spread out, like a barrier, pushing the filaments out.

Inside Xiaguang, the first thing that catches the eye are nine golden talismans that are as huge as curtains. The talismans surround an array altar that is full of brilliance. On the altar, four top-grade celestial artifacts serve as the eyes of the array, sweeping all directions with awe.

Qian Xiaocai, with 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 protecting his heart in front of him, and a treasure pill in his mouth.

Whether it's the colorful silk tortoise shell of the flying shuttle canopy, or the talisman of the celestial array altar, in addition to overflowing with aura, everything reveals the power of space, and they are all rare treasures related to the power of space.

People from Taichu Guan and Wufeng Sword Sect couldn't help paying attention, Yu Xian shouted loudly: "Hey! That guy named Fat and Yang over there is robbing!"

"What kind of robbing, robbing wealth or robbing sex, you have to make it clear."

Qian Xiaocai deliberately cast a wink at him while talking.

Yu Xian turned his head and tried to vomit.

Elder Jiang said: "Since we're all here, let's use our own methods."

After finishing speaking, she took out something from the small basket at her waist, hung it on the fishhook, and then shook her wrist to throw the pole. The fishhook dragged the infinitely extending fishing line and cast it into the mountain gate.

(End of this chapter)