Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1733 Changes in Divine Consciousness

On the originally dim token in Mo Xian's hand, a purple-black halo lit up at this moment, appearing mysterious and powerful.

In the center, there is a small totem looming, like a wolf's head.

Although Mo Xian didn't have this habit, many blacksmiths liked to leave their own marks on the things they forged, which was a kind of status symbol.

However, the totem on the token at this time is not only an identity, but also a very powerful brand.

Although the person represented by the totem is dead, this imprint still hasn't disappeared.

At this time, Mo Xian's eyes were closed tightly, and the huge power of spiritual consciousness continuously impacted the brand on the token.

Although the brand had loosened, it was still extremely strong to Mo Xian.

After trying to hit it a few times, the corner of Mo Xian's mouth was shocked until a trace of blood overflowed.

As if sensing something, Bibi opened her eyes, and frowned slightly after looking at Mo Xian.

Of course she noticed the token in Mo Xian's hand, and a look of surprise flickered in her eyes.

"Wu Wen!"

Bibi's red lips moved slightly, and then looked at Xiao En who was agitating the dragon frog seeds to continue fishing on the meteorite.

However, she didn't care about anything, but continued to close her eyes.

Right now, she has more important things to do.

Moreover, although she told Mo Xian not to cause trouble, if it was Mo Xian's decision, she would never object, no matter what it was.

At some point, Mo Xian sat down with his legs crossed, his palms raised and lowered in front of him, and the token that might be Wu Wen was suspended in the middle.

In the brand of martial arts, the power of spiritual consciousness constantly resisted Mo Xian's impact.

And Mo Xian was not to be outdone, desperately mobilizing his consciousness.

The two different consciousnesses belonging to the two blacksmiths seemed to be old enemies at this time, gnawing away at each other crazily, refusing to give in to each other.

The spiritual consciousness in the token seems to be endless, but Mo Xian's spiritual consciousness is very limited.

Under such circumstances, if Mo Xian couldn't break the brand mark before his divine sense was exhausted, then all previous efforts would be in vain.

After a while, the veins on Mo Xian's forehead were bulging, and sweat fell like raindrops.

At the same time, Mo Xian only felt as if someone was hammering into the depths of his mind with an awl. The pain could hardly be described in words.

This is a manifestation of the huge consumption of spiritual consciousness. After all, spiritual consciousness is different from Yuanli. If it is squandered for a period of time, even if it is not exhausted, it will cause a strong backlash.

And once the consciousness is exhausted, the backlash will be even stronger. Mo Xian has suffered from this kind of suffering before, so in the subsequent battles, if it is not a last resort, he will not use Yuanli.

But right now he can only open this mysterious martial pattern with his divine sense.

This martial pattern was sealed with a brand, and he couldn't see the mystery of it for the time being.

But he guessed that some kind of ability on the Tauren before was related to this martial pattern.

This martial pattern of unknown attributes is very attractive to every blacksmith, so he has to open it no matter what.

Even if this martial pattern is useless, he will not regret it.

With the consumption of consciousness, the backlash became more and more intense. Although Mo Xian didn't scream, his teeth were creaked. From this, it could be seen what kind of pain he was going through.

Soon, the smell of blood spread from Mo Xian's mouth. It was because the teeth were clenched too hard and blood flowed out between the teeth.

But this kind of pain is almost negligible in the face of the backlash of spiritual consciousness.

Not long after, Mo Xian's body suddenly trembled violently, and then he was hit hard and flew upside down, landed heavily on the ground, and fell into a coma.

Bibi opened her eyes, looking a little panicked, but she forced herself to stabilize and did not give Mo Xian any help.

She knew exactly what Mo Xian was doing, and this was a rare challenge for Mo Xian, so she pretended not to see it.

The pain of spiritual backlash is unbearable for every warrior.

Although Mo Xian fell into a coma at this time, his body was still convulsed and his face was a little distorted.

And the token was firmly held by him in his hand, silently.

Because of the pain, Mo Xian quickly woke up from the coma.

As a result, the pain became much clearer, almost causing him to fall into a coma again.

Mo Xian endured it, tried hard to keep himself awake, and then immediately activated the Netherworld Alchemy Art.

No matter how tight the time was before, he never forgot to practice the Nether God Alchemy Art. After all, spiritual consciousness is one of the most important conditions for judging a blacksmith.

His spiritual consciousness has been increasing in an orderly manner, otherwise he would not dare to try to erase the brand on the token now.

And because of urging the Netherworld to practice the God Art, the degree of pain increased a little in an instant.

Mo Xian's whole body was instantly drenched in cold sweat, but he didn't make any sound.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and after experiencing the unbearable pain at the beginning, the benefits of the Nether God Training Art were finally manifested.

His consciousness slowly recovered, and Mo Xian also felt much better. His whole body was clear and bright, and his various sensations were even magnified much more than before. He even penetrated the weird void and felt something floating around.

This is a sign of a substantial increase in spiritual consciousness. Obviously, although Mo Xian failed in the confrontation with the token just now, he also gained a lot of benefits.

After a while, the pain on Mo Xian's face finally disappeared, and he opened his eyes immediately.

The growth of his spiritual consciousness has improved his current perception a lot, and the token in his hand seems to have become transparent, revealing some internal structures, which made him more confident in erasing the brand on it.

Thinking that he might get a high-level mysterious martial arts pattern, Mo Xian immediately forgot the pain he had suffered before.

With the operation of the Nether God Training Art, the consciousness he had consumed before was rapidly recovering.

And it seems that some changes have taken place in the Nether God Training Art until now.

Suddenly, Mo Xian felt that he suddenly appeared in a strange space.

There is a kind of mysterious fluctuation everywhere here, which is divine consciousness.

This turned out to be a world constructed by divine consciousness.

Mountains, water, grass, trees...

What his eyes can see and what he cannot see are all embodied by the illusory consciousness.

He casually held a fallen leaf blown by the wind, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The consciousness contained in this leaf is actually no worse than the current him.

However, this kind of consciousness does not belong to him, and he cannot use it.

This space seems to be a space simulated by the Nether God Training Art, and it does not really exist.

A moment later, a very strong wave of spiritual consciousness suddenly hit from an invisible place in the distance, and it came to a place a hundred meters away from Mo Xian in an instant.

This is an illusory figure, whose face cannot be seen clearly, and is obviously just a dummy.

As soon as this phantom appeared, it gave Mo Xian a strong pressure.

This kind of pressure seemed real and illusory, and it obviously didn't come from Yuanli.

Rather, divine consciousness!
(End of this chapter)