Purgatory

Chapter 117
"Your surname is Yang, twisted melons are not sweet, why do you have to worry about this?"

Zhao Ling couldn't stand it for a while, and sneered: "In front of the ghost altar, you don't care about any of the women you have possessed by all means. People like you always have only yourself in their hearts. Why do you want to hurt others?"

"In this life, I will like this one!"

Yang Yuansen shamelessly grinned at Bai Wei and Bai Zhi sisters: "Anyway, everyone is going to die, and you two can't escape, why don't you use these few days to have a good taste of men? Hey, I don't have any other skills , that aspect is still very powerful, and I promise to make you sisters happy until you ascend to heaven!"

"We don't want to be with you!"

Bai Wei was so anxious that she was about to cry.

At the moment of life and death, the younger sister Bai Zhi, who has always been more calm, said boldly: "My master said that we...belong to Hong Jian."

Bai Wei came to her senses suddenly, and hurriedly said: "Yes, the master told us a long time ago that he will send us to Hong Jian!"

The next moment, she took her sister's hand and walked behind Pang Jian together.

With this posture, they showed that the person they really liked in their hearts was the boy with a gun who rescued the two of them from the dire straits.

"I also made it very clear that when Hong Jian reappears, the two sisters belong to Hong Jian!"

Meng Qiulan expressed her opinion in a deep voice.

She also glanced at the two sisters approvingly.

With her level of cultivation, she couldn't hold down the vicious Yang Yuansen, and Yang Yuansen knew that he was bound to die, and he was afraid that he could do anything.

Pang Jian, since he has the ability to kill Fei Zheng of Blood Moon, he can certainly deal with Yang Yuansen.

Pang Jian, who originally intended to use the power of the dark ghost to exchange a batch of scarce spiritual materials, only looked away from the ghost altar when sisters Bai Wei and Bai Zhi stood behind him.

He looked at Yang Yuansen, thought carefully, and said, "I heard that only the hall master of dark ghosts can have a ghost altar. Yang Yuansen, you are ready to die anyway, why don't you hand over the ghost altar you hold to me?" ?”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Ling and Meng Qiulan looked a little puzzled.

Yang Yuansen grinned and nodded with a smile.

He only heard a "crash", and poured out a lot of Xuanyin stones and ethereal jade from his storage bag, as well as a bunch of small pennants.

"The ghost altar needs to be reassembled and piled up. They are meaningless to me now. If you want it, I will give it to you."

"Old Meng!"

Yang Yuansen raised his voice and yelled strangely: "You heard it too. This kid wants my ghost altar and is willing to part with the pair of sisters. Now you have nothing to say?"

Meng Qiulan frowned and looked at Pang Jian in confusion, not sure if Pang Jian meant that.

Zhao Ling and Wu Yi looked at it with the same doubt.

The two sisters, Bai Wei and Bai Zhi, seemed to have lost their souls suddenly, and their eyes suddenly lost their luster.

They knew that their master, Meng Qiulan, was not as good as Yang Yuansen, so she might not be able to protect them.

The two girls who pinned their hopes on Pang Jian thought that Pang Jian had abandoned them for the sake of the ghost altar, and their hearts were turned cold.

"Boy, what you don't like happens to be what I like. It seems that we have no conflict."

After speaking, Yang Yuansen stepped forward, intending to take the two sisters away.

"I just want your ghost altar, I didn't say I would exchange anything with you."

Pang Jian looked at Yang Yuansen who was walking step by step with the eyes of a fool, and said, "Don't be self-righteous!"

"Boy, how dare you play me? Why do you think that I should obediently give you the ghost altar? Even if I don't need it, even if I destroy the ghost altar, I won't just..."

Yang Yuansen roared.

The startling gun suddenly appeared!
"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

The dazzling blue and crimson light exploded above Yang Yuansen's head, enveloping him like gorgeous fireworks.

Yang Yuansen changed color suddenly, and hastily took out a purple gold bowl from his arms, inspiring a superb secret technique.

Gold nuggets, red copper, silver ingots, and iron balls flew out of the purple-gold bowl and turned into a strange sea of ​​gold and iron fragments above his head.

Pang Jian bullied himself and approached, pouring mighty flames into the barrel of the gun, flying through the air like a flaming meteor, stabbing Yang Yuansen below with his spear.

When the bursting flames sputtered, the sharp tip of the Stunning Spear pierced the sea of ​​light made of gold and iron fragments like lightning.

The gold and iron shattered one after another, and the red copper exploded violently. Due to the force of Pang Jian's explosion, it directly crushed the sea of ​​light.

Dots of violent force containing magma and sulfur breath penetrated towards Yang Yuansen from above, and drilled into Yang Yuansen's skin like a red-hot steel needle.

Yang Yuansen screamed in pain, staring wide-eyed at the majestic vitality emerging from Pang Jian's beating chest.

"Late marrow washing stage!"

Holding the purple gold bowl, he backed away, avoiding the area covered by the explosion flames, and exclaimed, "Didn't you just advance to the marrow washing level?"

Meng Qiulan's eyes widened, and after silently feeling it, she also looked at Pang Jian with incredible eyes.

She knew that Yang Yuansen's feeling was right. Judging from the strong vitality emerging from Pang Jian's chest, Pang Jian's viscera tempering had ended, and he had officially entered the late stage of marrow washing!

"The late stage of marrow washing..."

Zhao Ling shouted in horror.

Wu Yi licked the dry corner of his mouth and sighed, "Monster, I'm afraid we absorbed a little monster this trip."

"Hong Jian! My ghost altar belongs to you. I only want one pair of sisters!"

"You can choose first! The rest is mine!"

When Yang Yuansen retreated, seeing Pang Jian approaching with a gun, he couldn't help screaming.

Pang Jian turned a deaf ear and continued walking towards him.

Yang Yuansen felt chills in his heart, reminiscing about the violence of the spear technique just now, and the sharpness of this silver spear, he shouted again at the top of his voice: "Forget it, forget it, don't want it, don't want it! It's really bad luck , I have nothing to do, what kind of luck is broken, this time it is completely screwed."

His yelling stopped abruptly.

He didn't step back either.

The rest of the people also looked strangely, watching Pang Jian stop at the place where the ghost altar materials were scattered, and squatted down to grab the stones that made up the ghost altar.

It turned out that his approaching step by step was not to injure Yang Yuansen with a gun, but just to build a ghost altar.

Because Yang Yuansen was guilty and fearful, without Pang Jian saying anything, he ceded all his interests and voluntarily gave up the idea of ​​possessing Sister Bai Wei.

"Who they want to follow in the future should be decided by themselves, instead of being given away as random goods."

Pang Jian, who squatted down in front of the ghost altar, did not look at Yang Yuansen, but looked at the hall master Meng Qiulan, and said:
"When we met for the first time, I hated your statement that you gave them away if their realm couldn't meet your requirements. They are your apprentices, not spirit stones you use to please others."

"If you have never said these things to anyone and have always protected them, Section Master Yang will not have evil thoughts towards them."

Pang Jian said coldly.

As soon as this remark came out, Meng Qiulan was ashamed and speechless.

Bai Wei and Bai Zhi froze in place, chewing on Pang Jian's words, their eyes gradually became moist.

In the depths of Zhao Ling's bright eyes, a strange light escaped, and she nodded slightly.

Pang Jian didn't say any more, he looked at the messy spiritual materials, thinking about how to piece them together into a ghost altar.

"I'll teach you!"

Zhao Ling swung her slender legs and squatted next to him next to the ghost altar, teaching him how to stack.

This hot woman like a leopard became very patient and taught him while saying:

"Generally speaking, we need to pass a note through the ghost altar, telling the leader when we plan to open the ghost altar to meet him. We can explain in advance what we want to do next, or what materials we want to exchange .”

"Then, at the time we agreed upon, we just need to open the ghost altar and wait for the leader to come."

"If he saw the note, was willing to meet our request, and felt necessary to see us, he would show up at that time."

"Not every time we open the ghost altar, we will definitely meet the leader, because he is also very busy."

"The ghost altar, in addition to allowing us to report news to the leader, can also transfer and trade materials. Small things can be sent away directly by the ghost altar, and we can also get them through the ghost altar."

"The ghost altar is not omnipotent, flesh and blood creatures like us cannot be transferred through the ghost altar."

"..."

Hall master Zhao Ling not only explained the situation in detail, but also guided Pang Jian almost hand in hand, teaching him to build the ghost altar belonging to Yang Yuansen.

Then, put the small pennants on the edge of the ghost altar.

In the end, she pointed to a place where a note could be placed to explain her appeal, and said to Pang Jian, "What do you want to do with the ghost altar, you can write a note and put it in, the leader can see it in his spare time."

"Oh."

Pang Jian nodded.

He asked Zhao Ling to borrow paper and a brush, wrote some appeals, and then threw the note to the blank space in front of him.

Zhao Ling told him that he needs to use spiritual power to stimulate the ghost altar.

Pang Jian acted in accordance with the law, and under her guidance, she sent a wave of green spiritual power, feeling that the jade in the ghost altar was inspired, and there was a wonderful array running quietly inside.

Immediately, the note disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, the leader may have seen your request at some spare time. You just need to open the ghost altar in the same way at the appointed time, and then wait for him to come."

"If he didn't come, maybe he didn't notice, or maybe he didn't want to talk to you."

Zhao Ling explained in detail.

Pang Jian nodded.

……

third world.

In the deep mountains and old forests of the Xuanyou Continent, inside an extremely wide mountainside, there is also a huge ghost altar at the moment, and the surrounding area is also full of pennants.

But the volume of the ghost altar, pennants, Xuanyin stone and ethereal jade here are several times larger than those of Meng Qiulan and others.

The skinny Han Zhiyuan was explaining the situation to Dong Tianze after leaving the center of the ghost altar.

"Above, some people need a dark ghost-like organization, so dark ghosts can emerge as the times require."

"Dark ghosts, as well as these ghost altars that we have painstakingly built, can even communicate with some creatures in the fifth world at certain moments, and exchange things with them."

"Because there are many rare spiritual materials that only exist in the Fifth Realm. It is inconvenient for people above to go to the Fifth Realm, and it is not easy to communicate with the creatures of the Fifth Realm, so a secret channel is needed."

"As for me, what I have done in Yinling Temple these years is actually similar to what you have done in Dong's house. They are all shady, some dark things, such as... controlling the dark ghost organization."

Han Zhiyuan looked at Dong Tianze, whose thin cheekbones were sunken on his face, and said, "In the future, I will also need you to share this matter with me."

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