Purgatory

Chapter 464 Li Zhaotian’s “love”

Five hundred feet underground.

Pang Jian, who was running the "Hu Tian Qi Nourishing Technique" and using his spiritual consciousness to absorb the power of the star veins, also trembled slightly.

He naturally noticed that the woman in white released seven rays of the moon-white divine mind, trying to prevent him from involving the star power in the Dantian, and he saw the bad intentions of the other party.

The woman blamed him for taking away the lower end of the moon, and she was angry and retaliated, but he didn't take it seriously.

Because the other party's cultivation level is only in the soul wandering realm, seven rays of hidden magical thoughts cannot shake his spellcasting.

But the spiritual thoughts of both parties touched again, making his soul feel happy and comfortable. This surprised Pang Jian and also realized that something was wrong.

His soul is forged with three thousand divine consciousnesses that contain divinity. It possesses the characteristics of "Hell Soul Bee". When it shows its aggressive side, it can destroy the divinity of foreign gods.

Of course, whether he wants to erode the divinity of the foreign gods depends on his own heart.

When he thinks about it, the characteristics of the "Hell Soul Bee" in his soul will show its power.

Even when he doesn't want to, his consciousness can be harmless.

For example at this moment.

The consciousness he uses to influence the star power is harmless and non-aggressive, and only serves a guiding role.

This kind of spiritual consciousness should neither have the destructive characteristics of the "Hell Soul Bee", nor should it have the kind of wonder that makes his soul ecstasy.

So what's the problem?
When he was thinking like this, he squeezed the sword in his hand to distract himself from the sword, so he concentrated his mind and felt it carefully.

He felt and realized the beauty of ecstasy, which became more and more turbulent. He also felt the strangeness in his consciousness, and he wanted to find out the cause of the problem.

Gradually, he sensed the extremely small and obscure sword intention in his own non-offensive consciousness.

An unknown amount of tiny sword intent was hidden in his golden consciousness, emitting mysterious fluctuations.

Joy, ecstasy, pursuing the wonderful enjoyment of the soul, establishing emotional connection...

Many strange fluctuations spread out from those tiny sword intentions and never stopped.

If the seven strands of golden consciousness were compared to seven slender streams, then those tiny sword intentions would be insects and shrimps the size of rice grains.

——Place it at the bottom of the Divine Stream.

If you don't examine it carefully and concentrate your attention on it, it will be difficult to gain a thorough understanding.

What makes Pang Jian most incredible is that those extremely small sword intentions were clearly created by him.

The core of the sword intention turned out to be the divinity in his consciousness!
But after thinking about it, he couldn't remember that he had deliberately modified his own consciousness, giving it the ability to infect the opponent's soul.

"After I killed Lie Yi, I fell into a mysterious state of sword enlightenment. In that situation, I comprehended and performed many of the sword fighting styles with hidden mysteries engraved in the sword order by my master. After a while.”

"At that time, I only had various complicated and profound sword techniques in my mind, and I didn't have much subjective thoughts."

"Could it be..."

Doubtful, he entered the sword order with a divine consciousness and came to the place where Li Zhaotian performed many sword techniques.

Seeing those big fat men in blue still inside the sword order, tirelessly performing many exquisite sword techniques, Pang Jian knew that those were just shadows, but he still felt a little sad and worried.

Calming his mind, he searched among the many shadows of Li Zhaotian.

He quickly found the figure of his master, who seemed to be waving his sword in an unorganized manner, as if he were writing some font in the air.

He observed carefully and then sunk his consciousness into it.

"Ha ha!"

In this shadow that belonged to Li Zhaotian, a hidden message was triggered, and a voice message suddenly came out.

"My good disciple, I know that you are thin-skinned, and I also know that you don't understand the wonderful taste of love between a man and a woman. You are my disciple, Li Zhaotian, how can you not have a few confidants?"

"Hey! I will secretly teach you the secret that I have learned - the Sword of Joy."

"This sword technique will not appear when you don't really feel the joy, but when you think about how to use it according to the gourd's pattern, the sword's intention will be precipitated in your soul."

"If you see this message, it means that you have felt the beauty of the Sword of Joy and tasted it."

"Hey! The road to spiritual practice is boring and long. If you are lucky enough to obtain immortality, it will be even more boring. In our lives, there are countless beautiful scenery, countless delicious food, and many beauties. You should experience them one by one. Don’t miss any of them.”

"As a teacher, I will not only teach you to practice swordsmanship, but also teach you to cultivate your mind, and teach you to appreciate the myriad scenery in life."

"Understand my secrets that are not taught to you, and experience the beauty of life to the fullest. Don't just practice blindly and waste your limited time in vain."

"Haha! Go quickly, go learn the sword!"

"..."

Li Zhaotian's shouts came from the blue figure who was still wielding the sword.

Pang Jian also suddenly realized that he had vaguely understood the sword technique left in the sword light symbol by his master in the wonderful state of enlightenment and seeking swords.

The sword intention dissipated from this sword technique had long been deposited in his soul, and it naturally emerged when his consciousness came into contact with the woman in white.

He knew that this was a friendly trick made by Li Zhaotian.

"The Sword of Joy, such a strange name, but joy is real..."

Pang Jian, who is underground, has a higher level of cultivation than the woman in white, and the coverage and insight of his spiritual consciousness also exceeds that of the woman above.

The strange woman's white forehead, cheeks, neck, and even the exposed forearm were all covered with glistening beads of sweat.

"This is Master's good intention. He was afraid that I wouldn't study and think about it, but it feels... not bad." Not long after, seven strands of Yuebai's consciousness wanted to ruin his good deeds, and moved towards him in panic and with some difficulty. The woman in white flew out of her body.

Pang Jian was enjoying this kind of beauty. When he saw this, his seven golden consciousnesses suddenly flew out of the star veins.

Seven golden consciousnesses, like seven ferocious long snakes and dragons, entwine the consciousness belonging to the moon goddess Yingyue, as if they are asking for beauty without limit.

His true form, far away in the stars, is also on the huge altar, twisting his divine body uneasily.

His eyes were blurred and panicked, and the breath coming from the corners of his lips was shockingly hot.

He hurriedly cut off the connection with the divine consciousness in many temples and no longer paid attention to the situation of the divine domain under his jurisdiction.

He was afraid that his embarrassed appearance would reflect back to the statues of gods with divine consciousness and cause panic among the believers.

"The evil little thief of purgatory!"

"I'm going to pull you out, skin you, remove your bones, and cut you into pieces!"

He roared in his true form at the Temple of the Moon.

And his human body, which had taken Ling Yuee'e's body, didn't care whether there were any powerful demon sects hiding inside or outside the Xingyue Valley on the surface, and just flew upwards tremblingly.

The seven pieces of moon-white consciousness that were taken back by him were still entangled by the golden consciousness in the process of returning to his body.

There are hundreds of millions of believers in the outer galaxy, and there is the Moon Goddess who belongs to her own divine domain. Looking at the golden divine thoughts entwining her moon-white divine consciousness, she gave birth to a kind of seven-god clone of herself, and she was being hugged by the other party and refused to let go. The sense of frustration.

"Let go!"

"Go away!"

"Who are you?"

"I, Yingyue, will definitely find you and kill you!"

The shrill scream of the Moon Goddess came from her seven rays of moon-white consciousness.

The first strand, the second strand, the third, fourth, fifth and sixth strand.

The six strands of golden consciousness let go of their entanglement with Him one by one, as if they were unwilling to force others to do anything, and seemed to have finally woken up to the inappropriateness of this.

When the last ray of golden consciousness was truly separated from his spiritual thoughts, a somewhat uncertain inquiry came: "Are you...unpleasant? From the way I look at you, you are actually not in pain, and you are just like me. Ordinary enjoyment?"

"I really don't understand why you are in such a hurry to leave, why are you looking for me to kill me?"

The connection with spiritual consciousness was interrupted.

……

Inside Xingyue Valley, Yingyue in human form gasped and furiously smashed everything visible in the field of vision.

The lunar energy he had finally accumulated turned into dazzling waves of light that extended outward, destroying all physical objects.

above the moon.

In the magnificent palace built for Him by the people of the Haoyue Clan who stayed awake day and night, His angry divine voice roared.

At this moment, the moon became brighter than ever before.

In the nearby starry sky, some gods who came from other star fields also noticed the abnormality of the moon and heard the violent and terrifying voice of the Moon Goddess.

The moon goddess Yingyue has always been calm and rational in the eyes of those gods.

His strange reactions and abnormal behavior made many gods feel strange.

After a while.

A huge golden altar, pulled by huge three-legged golden crows, roared from the blazing sun and spanned billions of miles of galaxies in an instant.

Driving the sacred platform covering an area of ​​ten thousand acres, the Sun God, whose majestic body was wrapped in natural golden armor, quickly reached the sky above the moon.

His divine body is like a vast mountain, with lines containing the principles of the scorching sun, which appear in the armor on His body.

His eyes are burning, releasing a divine light that makes people want to worship him.

Around the altar where He stood, blazing flames suddenly set off, and big explosions continued to occur inside, forming terrifying storms that could destroy the world.

"Yingyue, what happened?"

The handsome sun god asked warmly.

Many members of the Haoyue Clan had already knelt down to worship him, burying their heads in their chests and not daring to look directly at His altar.

Even more afraid to look directly at His face.

The Moon Goddess, who was in an extremely bad mood, suppressed her desire to kill and said, "It has nothing to do with you, please leave my sacred place immediately!"

"If you have anything to say, you can tell me. I am above the sun, and you know my thoughts." The Sun God, who was disappointed, sighed helplessly, and moved the altar to leave.

He knows that entanglement is meaningless and will only lead to more resentment.

The members of the Haoyue Clan all remained in their original position, not daring to move, as if they were deaf and blind.

The Moon Goddess did not respond to the Sun God's attentiveness.

But in the Temple of the Moon, there were sounds of countless rare vessels shattering one by one.

……

(End of this chapter)