People are Douluo, breath becomes God

Outside the Nine Treasure Glazed City.

In Wang Jiuxian's eyes, the holy statue released a faint golden light at this time, flowing with a strange rhythm, as if it contained some indescribable truth.

Haoran's divine power has been condensed, but Haoran's divine consciousness is still not there yet.

Well..., more than a little.

According to common sense, or the commonality of other gods' cultivation, the cultivation of divine consciousness is much more difficult than the cultivation of divine power.

Although Wang Jiuxian said that Haoran's divine power was comparable to that of a god-king, Haoran's divine consciousness was still a little lacking, otherwise he wouldn't have let the evil god's clone escape just now.

After all, if there is a direct divine lock, unless the God of Evil comes in person, a clone is still not enough. He will be stuck there for a few minutes and cannot even move, let alone escape.

At this time, Wang Jiuxian felt that his vast consciousness was being pulled by some mysterious force and had entered the holy statue in an instant.

"I didn't expect that after hundreds of millions of years, my thoughts would dissipate, and a mortal would actually come into this icon space."

The old and weak voice sounded, and Wang Jiuxian's whole body stirred, automatically stimulating a golden light to protect Haoran's consciousness from being disturbed.

Looking around the "Icon Space", his eyes narrowed slightly.

This place is not an icon... No, could it be said that this is... the real icon space?

Carefully releasing his spiritual thoughts and carefully scanning every corner of the place, Wang Jiuxian didn't notice anything strange, not even where the sound came from.

mortal?

Did he just clearly say that I am a mortal?

I've become a god, so how can I still be called a mortal?

At this time, the old and weak voice sounded again, with a very gentle tone, like the amiable grandpa next door: "Young man, don't be nervous, my withering thoughts will not cause you any harm."

"Haha, since we have met, it is fate. Let me give you a good fortune!"

After saying that, in front of Wang Jiuxian, a rickety figure slowly appeared.

He has a head full of sparse silver hair and a withered, old and kind face. He is leaning on a crutch made from the roots of a mako tree and looks like he will fall down if the wind blows.

Despite what he said, Wang Jiuxian did not relax and still looked at the "old man" warily.

Even if a body composed of such powerful spiritual thoughts is about to die, if you dare to relax your vigilance in front of him, you are seeking death.

At least that's what Wang Jiuxian thinks.

"Hehehe, it seems you still don't believe me. The young man is quite vigilant."

The silver-haired old man looked at the handsome young man with a smile on his face, and suddenly remembered when he was young.

Although he is not as handsome as him, he is still a handsome man in this realm!

Now that he is dying, I am afraid that the weak thoughts that remain will soon be gone.

"Young man, keep your eyes open and watch carefully. How much you can learn depends on your own ability."

After saying that, the silver-haired old man made a thud, inserted the magic tree root crutch into the ground, and made a strange starting position.

Wang Jiuxian looked at the old man's starting move and his eyes widened.

Isn’t this, this, this… the method of controlling power, Breath of the Wild?

According to the proprietress herself, the method of controlling power, Breath of the Wild, is a secret passed down from her family.

The reason why Wang Jiuxian believed in the boss lady was because... the boss lady's power control method was much better than that of her brother Helmer, and at least her posture was more than twice as beautiful as her brother's.

Following the movements of the silver-haired old man, Wang Jiuxian's thoughts drifted back to Notting City, the Wuhun Branch Hall in that small city, and the days of training in the backyard of the branch hall. I wonder if Uncle He... Ahem, Brother He, how have you been lately? How were you.

As soon as his thoughts dispersed, he was attracted by the old man's movements again.

Wang Jiuxian's eyesight, like his thoughts, began to wander.

Even if he tried his best to see the old man's movements clearly, after a few glances, his eyes would immediately fall elsewhere, unable to concentrate at all.

It didn't take long for the silver-haired old man to complete the full set of movements of the power control method Breath of the Wild.

Wang Jiuxian looked depressed.

With his consciousness not weaker than that of a third-level god, he actually didn't remember many movements at all.

He still had some impressions of the previous actions, but they became increasingly blurry toward the end. Even the last few actions, he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone remember.

"Young man, you're trying too hard."

The silver-haired old man sighed, and his body began to disappear like clouds of smoke. Finally, he left some words: "Spiritual consciousness is not omnipotent. If you want to understand this set of skills, you cannot rely on your spiritual consciousness to memorize it."

"Oh, by the way, I'll give you this crutch. Maybe...if He wakes up, you can still..."

Before he finished speaking, the body of the silver-haired old man completely dissipated.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, and the unconscious spiritual thoughts escaping from the old man's body exploded like thunder, directly blasting Wang Jiuxian's vast spiritual consciousness out of the icon space.

puff!

Haoran's consciousness returned to its original position, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. Haoran's divine power surged in his body, his bones creaked, and Haoran's aura languished all over him.

"..."

He remained silent for a long time, until the system's soul power was exhausted, and then he stabilized the injuries in his body.

I originally thought that the system's soul power value was useless, but I didn't expect that...hehe...it could still be used.

He vomited out the remaining blood in one gulp, and with uncontrollable shock in his eyes, Wang Jiuxian murmured to himself: "Who is this old man? With just the power of his spiritual thoughts, he almost crippled me!"

Looking at the icon space, he was really depressed.

pat!

The old man's magic crutch tree root crutch fell from the icon space to his feet.

Looking at the ugly crutch, Wang Jiuxian put it into the system package and sighed: "This holy statue stands here every day. It would be great if I could take it away."

"Yes! This holy statue space should also be an artifact, so... why can't it be taken away?" His mind was racing, he looked up at the tall holy statue, and was already thinking about how to get it away.

Divine consciousness penetrates?

Having just been blasted out, Wang Jiuxian was a little frightened.

If he was bombarded again, he wouldn't have tens of millions of soul power points to heal him.

However, he thought about it for a moment.

That blow just now should have been the power of the old man's remaining spiritual thoughts, which finally burst out unconsciously, and almost all of it hit him.

While Wang Jiuxian was hesitating, Bo Saixi appeared beside him and said calmly: "Little brother Jiuxian, when did you become so cowardly?"

Wang Jiuxian glanced sideways.

After this woman became a god, she became more and more attractive.However, now is not the time to think about this.

Regarding Bo Saixi's words, Wang Jiuxian did not refute, but frowned and thought about it, which made Bo Saixi stunned for a moment.

"What happened in that moment just now? My soul was actually aroused. If that blow had hit me, I would have been in a state of paralysis and it would take at least ten years for me to recover!"

Looking at Wang Jiuxian's side face, Bo Saixi thought calmly and unconsciously figured out the difference in his mind.

"Xixi, help me calm down, I want to refine this holy statue."

Suddenly, Wang Jiuxian's excited voice penetrated into Bo Saixi's ears, making her ears itch.

Bo Saixi smiled: "Okay!"

Nodding towards Bo Saixi, Wang Jiuxian sat down cross-legged, Haoran's divine power was released, and Haoran's divine consciousness quietly unfolded.