Purgatory

Chapter 246 Breaking the Inherent Rules
"It turned out that a bee pupa was created from a huge shattered hive in the forbidden land of praying spirits!"

Without thinking too much, Pang Jian knew that the first bee pupa must be the queen bee, the so-called queen bee.

In the future, if new bee pupae appear, they must be bred by the queen bee.

"What a fast absorption speed!"

After thinking blankly for a while, Pang Jian noticed that the 120 eight strands of consciousness were shrinking at an astonishing speed.

The consumption of Qi and blood is equally intense!

He quickly took out the soul nourishing pill, and took out buckets of blood of ferocious beasts, and took it in this sea of ​​dust, so as to maintain a better fighting state at all times.

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previous battles.

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

"Hey!"

The flesh and blood body covered with stone is still slowly tightening and bonding, and the beautiful female face is being gradually refined.

On this quiet night, an existence that does not belong to this world appeared in a bloody way.

"Hoo! Hoo hoo!"

Many spider legs carved from stone, as well as his broken spider body, also flew up from the ground.

With his divine power, he tried to connect the spider's legs and body to form a flawless whole.

His eye pupils were constantly rippling and rippling, and he searched for a body that could be used, but he couldn't find a living creature to extract flesh and blood 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 glued together smoothly.

This also makes this god of the outer domain currently only have a beautiful female face, and the rest of the spider legs and body are still stones.

then.

It floated and sank in the boulder with its head, and flew away from this bloody place to search for new targets.

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hundreds of miles away.

A ten-foot-tall wooden man walks alone on the ground, exuding a thick and dirty force from his whole body.

He, who was painted with wood carvings, also has a human-like posture, with slightly blurred facial features, and stiff limbs.

What distinguishes him from the wooden statue is his gray-brown pupils—they are full of death that dries up everything.

Wherever He looks, the plants, flowers, insects, and birds will wither in an instant.

"Da da! Da da!"

His wooden legs and feet knocked on the cold and hard ground of the Prayer Forbidden Land, like the death knell sounded by the god of death.

Gradually, with him as the center, terrifying fluctuations that caused the death of all living beings emanated, but the range was limited to within thirty feet.

A group of evil cultivators who were arguing suddenly noticed him wandering in the cold and lonely wilderness, and began to worship him.

He shook his head.

His evil eyes, which spread withered and deadly intent, looked towards the gathered casual practitioners from the air.

Gradually, the dozen or so evil cultivators became lifeless.

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In a deep valley in the forbidden area.

There was a dark yellow flag floating out of an altar that had exploded into hundreds of pieces, fluttering in tatters in the wind.

There are dozens of holes on the banner of the flag, as if pierced by a sharp knife.

Suddenly, more than a dozen holes turned into strange pupils.

As if there was a hidden existence in another world, it moved its many eyes to the flag, and looked at the strange world below with the holes in the flag.

"Huh! Whoooo!"

The flag flutters with the wind.

There were strange ravings, resounding from those holed pupils, as if many beings were exchanging their experiences.

It is also like, one of the countless thoughts of the gods, quarreling with each other.

……

In a place of stone powder.

With a sluggish expression, Pang Jian took out a soul nourishing pill and took it again. He let the bee pupae in the bronze medal wantonly absorb his mind and energy.

Once he realizes that his energy and blood are insufficient, he will eat the meat of ferocious beasts crazily and drink the blood of high-level ferocious beasts.

For the growth of bee chrysalis, 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 many beasts' flesh and blood wasted.

Finally, the queen bee, who was still in the form of a bee pupa, stopped demanding him.

At this moment, a voice that was not yet clearly expressed was released from it.

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

Pang Jian, who hadn't recovered yet, was still dizzy, and didn't know what divine consciousness was at all.

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

"Divine consciousness, is it the divine consciousness in my sea of ​​consciousness? No, if it is divine consciousness, it doesn't need to be collected by me."

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

"Could it be?"

Pang Jian made a bold guess.

After a while, Pang Jian, who had recovered most of his energy and combat power, started to move around in the forbidden land of praying spirits again.

Soon, a foreign god carved out of blue-black tree roots was cut into pieces and appeared in front of Pang Jian.

Around the god in the form of a wood carving, there were no corpses and bones of living beings, and no obvious abnormalities were seen.

"This is the only way to try."

He moved closer to touch the wooden shards with the bronze medal.

"Pong!"

A piece of blue-black wood turned into sawdust.

A breath that was so weak that it could hardly be discerned escaped from the wood that had turned into wood powder, and was sucked into the bronze medal.

"It's really doable!"

Holding the bronze plaque called Purgatory's Gate, he began to knock on pieces of other blue-black tree roots piece by piece.

When the block of wood turned into wood powder in an instant, he even sensed a weak aura, which was absorbed by the bronze medal in his hand.

"Is this the so-called divine consciousness?"

Afterwards, he moved vigorously and cautiously in the forbidden area of ​​praying for spirits.

He tried to touch all the broken altars along the way, the stone statues and wood carvings that were chopped into pieces with bronze medals.

Some sacrificial altars, stone statues, and wood carvings, when struck by the bronze medal, will turn into stone dust, and a very weak breath will be absorbed.

However, most of the altar stone statues do not have magical remains 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 powder with a bronze medal.

A trace of mysterious power quietly escaped into his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, a new strand of... divine consciousness was born in the acupuncture point below his sea of ​​consciousness!
The total number of Pang Jian's spiritual consciousness also changed from 120 eight strands to 120 nine!

He was shocked to find that he had broken an inherent rule of practitioners!
This rule is - the total number of spiritual consciousness of a cultivator at the Dongxuan Realm will be fixed in the initial stage, and cannot be changed afterwards.

He is now in the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm, and his total spiritual consciousness, because that bronze medal has absorbed a trace of divine consciousness, has allowed him to condense another wisp of divine consciousness!
There are obvious differences between him and the rules of Dongxuan Realm cultivators!
"After the divine sense breaks through a hundred, every ten strands condensed will be a whole new world. I am now at 120. If I can add one or two more strands, I can cross the threshold of 130..."

Pang Jian's heart was surging.

According to Ye Fei, in the last 800 years, no one in the Second Realm has surpassed the threshold of 130 spiritual consciousness.

However, the existence of divine consciousness and the wonder of the bronze medal gave Pang Jian hope.

"Must try it."

Next, Pang Jian worked harder and went around to collect the broken altar stone statues in the Forbidden Land of Praying Spirits.

Two days later, with the help of new gains, he once again condensed a new ray of spiritual consciousness.

"130 strands!"

Pang Jian's eyes lit up with joy.

Another day later, he suddenly saw the fragments of the golden chariot of the Star River League.

I also saw a huge hand with its wrist on the ground, with its palm open to the sky.

Unlike the big hands in the shape of humans, they are not made of stones, but the bones of some huge beasts.

This specially shaped altar looks like a huge palm protruding from the depths of the earth.

now.

In the palm of the giant hand, there is sitting quietly a girl Pang Jian is familiar with——Xie Xiwen from the Star River League.

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

There are also two elderly Star River Alliance elders who have been dead for an unknown amount of time, but with happy smiles on their faces.

In such a strange atmosphere, Xie Xiwen, who is in good shape, closed her eyes and practiced peacefully.

Her expression was tranquil, and a powerful vitality surged within her body.

Pang Jian approached slowly, watching her from every angle, ready to escape at any time.

Sudden.

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

Also at this time.

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

Her lips moved tremblingly, but no sound came out.

But Pang Jian could understand what she was trying to express by wriggling the corner of her mouth, which was... save me, save me, who can save me?

"boom!"

Pang Jian had a splitting headache, as if his skull was being hit by many giant hammers, he almost collapsed.

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

His eyes and attention were always on Xie Xiwen who was on the specially shaped altar, and he whispered bitterly in his heart: "Sorry, I don't have the ability to help you, I don't want to put my life on it."

In Yuan Mang's broken land, this woman once showed rare kindness to him, and she was one of the few people who was willing to speak for him.

But he is really helpless.

"Xie Xiwen" Jingze's lips moved.

"Little brother."

He spoke softly.

Pang Jian felt chills all over his body, and found that He had opened his closed eyes, which were shining with silver light, looking at him with an intriguing gaze.

Under the stars and the moon, His temperament is elegant and refined, like an ethereal fairy.

Pang Jian didn't dare to appreciate it, nor did he dare to show any disrespect, and kept walking away.

He patted the side beside him, and said with a smile on his face, "Come here and sit down, can you chat with me?"

His voice was pleasant, and there was a kind of magical power that made people willing to obey. Just listening to his voice, Pang Jian became dizzy as if drunk.

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(End of this chapter)