Chapter 1842： The power of consciousness (1/2)

Chapter 1842 The Power of Consciousness

The birth of the Chaos Sea, Zhang Yu's clones were also aware of it.

Zhang Lu entered the Chaos Sea for the first time. Looking at the Chaos Sea, which was still in its embryonic state, he was quite curious: "Is this the Chaos Sea?"

To be precise, it should be called the Sea of ​​Chaos.

However, Chaos Sea and Hunmeng Sea are essentially the same, just different names.

The only difference between the two is that the Hunmeng Sea has existed for an unknown number of times, the vastness is boundless, and there are countless Hunmeng Lords, while the Chaos Sea has just been born, and the number of Chaos Lords is also very limited. Moreover, these Chaos Lords are also very limited. It is only the realm of the quasi-chaotic master, not the real master of chaos, but can only be called a quasi-chaotic master.

The only one who has stepped into the realm of Chaos Lord is Zhang Lu, Zhang Yu's clone.

"Compared with Hunmenghai, the current Chaos Sea is like a newborn baby." Zhang Yu's figure also appeared in the Chaos Sea, "Although the two are essentially the same, the scale difference is too big."

"This deity." Seeing Zhang Yu's arrival, Zhang Lu bowed respectfully.

Zhang Yu waved his hand and sensed the rudimentary Chaos Sea, and said, "If you want to grow to the level of the Chaos Sea, the Chaos Sea still has a long way to go."

Having said that, the birth of Chaos Sea also heralds a good start.

The hardest beginning is successful, then the next thing is much easier.

At this moment, the Chaos Sea stopped expanding, but the changes in Zhang Yu's dantian did not stop. The incomparably condensed power of muddy fog was undergoing strange changes, as if something was changing. Zhang Yu could clearly feel it. By now, the power of Hunmeng is constantly decreasing and compressing, but the power it contains is becoming more and more terrifying.

Zhang Yu stood in the sea of ​​chaos, silently watching the changes in the power of chaos.

Not long after, the power of Hunmeng disappeared completely, and was replaced by a brand new power, which was... a power similar to consciousness!

It's as if all the powers of the fog have been transformed into pure conscious powers, powers above all dimensions!

The power of consciousness of the new generation does not possess any power, and people do not feel the slightest threat, but Zhang Yu has a feeling that this seemingly non-threatening power of consciousness is compared to the purest power of confusion. It is much more terrifying, no matter what it faces, it can cause a devastating blow to it.

The power of consciousness is more like a supreme authority that transcends the rules, creation, and confusion. Those who master the power of consciousness are like the creator of the game, and can decide the life and death of the characters in the game at will.

It's just that the power of consciousness in Zhang Yu's dantian is too small. The original majestic and endless power of consciousness finally formed only one ray of consciousness. The second ray of consciousness is still in the process of condensing, and it is estimated that it will take a long time. The time may condense out, unless there is any external factor intervening.

In the dantian, when the power of consciousness was born, the long sword and the armor seemed to be subjected to an unbearable impact, instantly turning into powder and vanishing.

"It's gone?" Zhang Yu's mouth twitched slightly. The long sword and battle armor had been in his dantian for a long time, and their power was already considerable. It's not too far, but now, under the impact of that ray of consciousness, the long sword and the battle armor couldn't hold even a breath, and they were directly eroded and cleaned up, leaving no residue.

In the chaotic sea, the phantoms of the long sword and battle armor also dissipated without warning, as if they had never appeared.

The terrifying power of consciousness is vividly reflected!

Zhang Yu didn't know whether to cry or laugh. With such a strong consciousness, he should really be happy, but the problem was that the long sword and battle armor he had cultivated for so long were directly scrapped.

frowned slightly, Zhang Yu murmured: "It seems that the ninth-order world can't withstand the impact of the power of consciousness at all."