This is the crystallization of divine consciousness, and can only be condensed by cultivators whose spiritual power reaches the seventh level of holiness or above.
When the last bit of Danli was absorbed, Li Lingge suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange vision of the galaxy turning upside down flashed in his pupils!
At this moment, his mental power was as vast as the ocean. With just a thought, every blade of grass and every tree within a radius of thousands of miles was under his control.
The whispers of the female cultivators queuing on the mountain path, the sounds of spirit insects gnawing on leaves in the medicinal fields thirty miles away, and even the flow of the divine veins underground...
"Is this the spiritual power of the ninth level of the sacred realm?"
He slowly raised his hand, and a strand of materialized spiritual thread wrapped around his fingertips.
This thread looks soft, but it can easily penetrate the black iron.
If I were to refine pills now, I would probably be able to control a thousand kinds of medicinal ingredients at the same time without making any mistakes!
"It's a pity that I'm just a little bit away from reaching the Godly Realm of spiritual power."
At this moment, the fifth fairy came into the room holding a stack of visiting cards and placed them on the table.
"Master, these are visiting cards from Fuyao Sect disciples who want to see you."
Li Lingge took a glance and found that the top jade slip was attached with a strand of black hair, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"It's burned."
The fifth Fuyao was stunned: "Burned them all?"
Li Lingge said calmly, "All of them."
Diwu Fuyao swallowed and reminded in a low voice.
"But there are several people here who are direct disciples of the elders of each peak, and there are even a few elders. If we offend them..."
Li Lingge raised his eyes, looking as if he was smiling.
"Then tell me, who should I meet?"
Diwu Fuyao was suddenly speechless. Yes, who should I meet?
There are at least eight hundred female cultivators queuing outside. If we meet this one and not that one, I'm afraid there will be dozens more stories of love turning into hate in the Fuyao Sect tomorrow.
Li Lingge shook his head and said no more. He just closed his eyes and continued to comprehend the way of alchemy.
He originally wanted to go look for Wei Xiang after refining the Fulong Pill.
After all, what happened today had already far exceeded the two's expectations.
Unexpectedly, before he even left the house, he was blocked at his door by so many people.
At the foot of the mountain, Wei Xiang looked at the team that seemed to have no end in sight, feeling quite helpless.
She was also planning to tell Li Lingge everything about the divine elixir, but she didn't expect that it would be difficult for her to even meet Li Lingge now.
There was a barrier outside Li Lingge's cave, which was set up by Fengjiu. With her current strength, she couldn't teleport into it.
So, she either had to wait in line like these people, or wait for Li Lingge to come to her.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Wei Xiang.
"I didn't expect Senior Sister Meng to come too."
"Li Lingge's talent far surpasses Senior Sister Meng's. How could she possibly sit still?"
"The position of future sect leader was originally destined to belong to Senior Sister Meng, but now it seems that may not be the case."
Listening to the discussions around her, Wei Xiang narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and turned away.
…
Late at night, the mountain wind was howling, and a dark shadow quietly fell among the ancient pine forests on the back mountain of Fuyao Sect.
Zhao Han stood on the edge of the cliff, his fingertips trembling slightly, and his eyes flashing with resentment and struggle.
He stared intently at the jade slip in his palm that was squeezed to the point of being deformed. There was only a short line of words on it:
"Is there a chance to kill Li Lingge at the Pine Forest Cliff?"
Although he didn't know who sent the message to him, he was willing to pay any price as long as Li Lingge could be killed.
At this moment, Zhao Han turned his head suddenly when he heard footsteps behind him.
Lin Qingyu was seen wearing a black cloak, standing with his hands behind his back. The moonlight shone on his body, but his face could not be seen clearly.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Han's voice was hoarse, and there was both vigilance and a hint of unsuppressible desire in his eyes.
Lin Qingyu deliberately lowered his voice.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I have a way to help you."
Hearing this, Zhao Han was immediately delighted.
"Do you really have a way for me to kill Li Lingge?"
Lin Qingyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if smiling.
"Three days from now, the new disciples of the Fuyao Sect will enter the Fuyao Secret Realm for training. That's your chance."
"Fuyao Secret Realm..."
Zhao Han naturally knew about this secret place. It was rumored that this secret place was a medicinal garden in ancient times, hiding countless magical medicines.
Moreover, due to the restrictions of the secret realm, strong people in the Divine Realm cannot enter. Therefore, when entering the secret realm for training, there is no elder to protect them, and only disciples from the Divine Realm follow them.
However, Zhao Han recalled Li Lingge's various performances, his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth.
“His mental strength is unfathomable, I’m afraid I’m no match for him.
Moreover, those inner disciples who followed him into the secret realm would certainly do their utmost to protect Li Lingge."
Li Lingge is now a very famous figure in Fuyao Sect, and everyone in Fuyao Sect will definitely not let anything happen to Li Lingge.
Oh--
Lin Qingyu chuckled, waved his sleeves, and a faint light flashed.
Boom!
In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept across the entire cliff. The ancient pines around it collapsed instantly, rocks rolled down, and even the air seemed to be frozen!
Zhao Han's pupils suddenly shrank, and his bones made crackling sounds under the heavy burden. He raised his head with difficulty, and saw a pitch-black puppet slowly emerging and floating behind Lin Qingyu.
The puppet was about nine feet tall, its body covered with dark golden runes, and its eyes were as dark as the abyss. Just by standing there, it seemed as if even the laws of heaven and earth were submitting to it!
“This, this is…”
Zhao Han's voice trembled, and his legs fell to his knees almost uncontrollably.
"A puppet of the Divine Realm." Lin Qingyu spoke calmly, a cold glint in his eyes. "Even if Li Lingge's mental strength is strong, in the face of absolute power, he is nothing more than an ant."
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