Purgatory

Chapter 351
"Pang Jian."

The thin old man snorted softly, looked at the hilt of the magic sword, and said, "You can choose one, Feng Niang or Yuanmo."

Without waiting for Pang Jian to speak, he said again: "If you choose the source demon, you need to draw the sword with your own strength. If you can pull it out, it means that you may have the ability to control it. If you can't pull it out, the sword will continue to stay on the sword." building."

"Whoosh!"

He flashed in the place of Yuanmojian, sneered and said, "I don't have a long memory!"

His body quietly became transparent, and a light blue spirit sword, like all the bones in his body, was exposed from under his blue robe.

Thousands of dazzling sword lights, like the lightning of a dragon, penetrated into the wall where the Yuanmo sword was inserted, and instantly extinguished all the dark magic fires that invaded the sword tower.

In just a moment, the sword tower returned to its original state.

The sword light that belonged to him turned into many chains that were invisible to the naked eye, locking the Yuanmo sword below.

His sword power and sword intent are still penetrating into the Yuanmo Sword, attacking the power of the Yuanmo Sword.

Soon, Yuanmojian was greatly injured, and whimpered and screamed: "Damn old man, I was cut off by you back then. It's only because Mo Nan was too weak to be promoted to the true god smoothly."

"If he becomes a true god, if I merge with his true god body, I may not be defeated by you!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's your fault that you are not firm enough to seek demons, and you failed to become a god and demon smoothly."

"Pang Jian, you are my lord, and I will help you to become the true god of the human race."

"You take me away!"

The howling of Yuanmo Sword Soul gradually turned into howling.

The howling sound also stopped abruptly at a certain moment.

Pang Jian's eyes were different, and he could already see that the three people in front of him were the souls of the three swords.

The sword is their body.

The Yuanmo sword inserted into the wall of the sword tower was suppressed by these three divine swords, the soul and body of the sword were suppressed, and could not appear in human form.

"Yuanmo, you actually fell in love with such a kid."

A gloomy woman's voice suddenly sounded.

Pang Jian turned his head and saw another strange sword protruding from the hilt in the corner of the first floor of the sword tower.

The sword seemed to be made entirely of white bones, exuding a strong breath of death.

"Bone, it's none of your business, you'd better shut up."

Feng Niang sneered, and said: "Because of your creation, there is a sinful city of bones in Purgatory. You are more damned than Yuanmo, and you will never leave the sword tower."

"Oh, I'm waiting for the sword tower to be destroyed, for Li Zhaotian to die, and for everyone to die." Bone Sword said with a smile, "Although I was refined by the people of purgatory, if no one is qualified to control me, then I will go Looking for alien gods from beyond the sky."

"I'm just a sword, not a human race. I don't have any sense of belonging or guilt."

Bone Sword fanned the flames: "Yuan Mo, please introduce me. I heard you say that in the vast galaxy of Outland, there are so-called gods who spread death everywhere."

"I like this guy!"

Bone Sword shouted.

The fat old man snorted coldly and said, "One day, I will kill you first!"

As soon as the words fell, thousands of sword lights flew out of his body, submerged into the position of the white bone sword, and wiped out the ideology of the white bone sword one by one.

The Yuanmo Sword and the White Bone Sword fell silent for a moment.

Pang Jian went to explore the corner again, and saw a bloody sword hilt stuck in the wooden floor of the first floor.

This sword smelled of thick blood, but its sword soul did not make a sound.

Origin Demon Sword, White Bone Sword, and Blood Sword seem to be spiritual swords that have reached the realm of gods.

These three swords were tainted with too many sins, and the sword holders were bombarded and killed by the strong men of the sword tower, while the sword... was pardoned and suppressed on the first floor of the sword tower.

When he first came to the sword tower, Pang Jian was shocked by the powerful background of the sect.

Even if the Xindao sect falls, as long as a true god is born again, it will definitely rise to the sky.

Of the divine swords he saw, there were three in front of him, and there were also three suppressed god-level evils.

In Li Zhaotian's hand, it must also be a divine sword, plus the one in Li Yuqing's hand.

In the sword tower, there are so many artifacts that he is simply amazed.

"Have you thought about it?"

Feng Niang urged impatiently, "Is it my old lady, or Yuanmojian?"

At this time, Yuanmo could no longer make a sound.

Pang Jian hesitated, and asked, "I want to know the origin of Yuanmo Sword."

"can."

The thin old man nodded slightly, and said with a straight face: "This sword, the sword soul is called Yuanmo, and it is forged with a strange soul that does not belong to Purgatory."

"Original Demon Sword has only one master, Mo Nan, the suzerain of the Demon Sword Sect. He failed in his attempt to attack the True God Realm and was eroded by the Demon Sword. However, Mo Nan failed to be promoted to the True God. Not only did he not die, but his combat power surged. The alien gods communicate in an attempt to lure the outer alien gods to step into purgatory."

"In the end, a sword god before the sword tower, who was also my former... master, killed Mo Nan and broke the Yuanmo sword in two."

"A part of the Origin Demon Sword disappeared in the mist after it was broken, and has never appeared since then."

"The other cut-off sword is suppressed on this floor of the sword building. In fact, the horror of the sword soul has been greatly weakened."

"But this sword is still very evil. The source demon is not a thing of purgatory. It will always try to infect the sword holder. It is not difficult to resist its infection, and it is controlled by it when it hits the true god."

"you……"

The thin old man laid the groundwork and said with a serious face: "I suggest you choose Feng Niang."

Hearing that Yuanmo is not a thing of purgatory, Pang Jian's eyes lit up, and immediately said: "I choose Yuanmo sword!"

He moved to the magic sword with a hilt like black crystal jade, held it decisively, and immediately exerted strength.

He erupted with strange force all over his body, circulating Qi and blood to the palm of his hand, and lifted it vigorously.

The Yuanmo sword didn't move at all!

at the same time.

Hundreds of strange and strange sword intents, along the cardiovascular meridian of his palm, reached his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Whirring whirring!"

Wisps of sword intent transformed into strange monsters in the outer galaxy.

Some are beautiful and extraordinary women, some are monsters that bite the strong of the human race, there are also monsters gathered by many demon souls, or magic eyes like abyss caves, and some are deep purple ogre flowers .

"My new master, I will show you my abilities!"

The alien monsters transformed by the sword intent happily wandered in the vast and vast sea of ​​consciousness, heading towards the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness.

All kinds of strange demons are clearly flying towards the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, but there is a trace of soul line connecting with Pang Jian's golden soul.

Pang Jian stood upright, with a golden spirit in his own sea of ​​consciousness, looking coldly at the flying of hundreds of strange demons.

He felt that those sword-like monsters were looking into his heart.

There are also strange monsters from outside lands, quietly falling down the "spring eye" below the sea of ​​consciousness, trying to infect his ideology.

The golden spirit sneered.

"What are you laughing at?"

"New master, your aura is a bit weird, your soul..."

"what!"

"boom!"

Hundreds of strange demons transformed from sword intent, relying on a little sense of soul breath, suddenly poured into Pang Jian's golden soul!
All the strange demons were moving away a moment ago, becoming far away from Pang Jian's golden soul, but they all attacked Pang Jian's soul in one breath.

In an instant, Pang Jian was impacted by hundreds of chaotic and turbulent thoughts and wills on the golden soul.

It was as if hundreds of spiritual torrents carrying thousands of distracting thoughts rushed into his soul, trying to submerge and destroy his self-wisdom, and branding a soul imprint that did not belong to him.

"Outland, Strange Demon, is this your ability?"

Pang Jian shook his head and laughed.

With a thought in his mind, he thought that he was the avenue of thunder pool that wiped out the souls of gods and demons, mobilizing the divine power of thunder in the thunder vortex.

"Crack!"

Thousands of wisps of ghost electricity that destroy all living beings suddenly appeared from the three thousand divine senses that forged the soul, breaking a chaotic soul secret technique performed by Yuanmo in the blink of an eye.

Pang Jian used it again, which belonged to his golden soul characteristics, and said coldly: "Erosion..."

The power capable of strangling the divine will of the gods in the outer domain quietly grew from his soul, and hundreds of chaotic thoughts were wiped out one by one by the innate characteristics of the "Hell Soul Bee".

In just a few breaths, those strange monsters transformed into sword intent that escaped into Pang Jian's sea of ​​consciousness all disappeared.

Sword Soul Origin Demon, his aura suddenly became soul-like.

The thin old man noticed the strangeness, he let go of the suppression of the Yuanmo sword, frowned and said: "Pang Jian, this sword soul seems to have been hurt by you, you..."

"Damn old man, I, I don't want to choose him as the master. I suddenly figured it out, and I will stay in Jianlou."

"I have been with you for many years, and it feels... pretty good. I am reluctant to leave you, so I will continue to accompany you and let Feng Niang fight with him in purgatory."

"I don't want to accompany you anymore."

Yuanmojian murmured feebly.

And this time.

Pang Jian casually picked up the broken sword, which was made of the same material as the hilt, and he pulled it out smoothly.

"Damn old man! Keep suppressing! Why don't you keep putting pressure on him!?"

"I obviously don't want to leave, why did you let go all of a sudden?"

"Aren't you worried that after I go out, I will find my other half in the mist and demolish this damn place of yours?"

The screams of Yuan Mo's face were fierce and soft, one after another.

"I feel that even if you find your other half and restore all your strength, you can't do anything to him." The skinny old man sneered and waved his sleeves: "I wish you two the best in purgatory!"

Pang Jian, who was carrying the black crystal jade broken sword, was thrown out by his sleeve together with the broken sword.

"Skinny, you..."

The fat old man squinted his small eyes, looked at the sword hole where Yuanmojian left, and said, "Do you feel that his soul is very similar to the soul of foreign gods?"

The thin old man said: "Well, because it is full of divinity."

"He's only been concentrating for a while, are you really relieved to let him take the Yuanmo Sword out?" Feng Niang changed her expression.

"I don't worry, because the source demon can't infect him. If he did something in the purgatory world, it should have nothing to do with the source demon, but his own heart." The thin old man With a sullen face, he said: "Li Zhaotian chose him. This move is very dangerous, but it can indeed bring hope to Jianlou."

"What hope?"

Feng Niang and the fat old man asked.

"Bring the sword tower from the second realm of purgatory to the first realm, or even out of purgatory!" the thin old man shouted.

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(End of this chapter)