Purgatory

Chapter 353 Internal Disputes
Dongfuzhong.

When Pang Jian thought of it, his soul was like a piece of golden light, surrounding the source magic sword made of black crystal jade.

When his mind penetrated into the sword body, he saw clusters of burning demonic flames, clusters of pitch-black demonic clouds, trees, and river fields, all of which seemed to be generated by the demonic mind of the source demon.

The many demonic thoughts that were still sluggish before became full again like water coming out of the bottom of a dry well.

"He chose Yuan Demon Sword, the evil sword of Demon Sword Sect Mo Nan, which became his possession. This Pang Jian will eventually become a demon astray. I really hope he dies early."

"Hey, why didn't Qi Qingsong die in the forbidden place?"

"Master, he disapproves of me more and more, I really hope he dies while fighting with alien races."

"Inner sect disciples, everyone is superior, everyone deserves to die."

"Sword Tower, it's better to simply destroy it!"

"..."

Various evil thoughts emerged from those evil thoughts representing the source demons, which greatly surprised Pang Jian.

The evil thoughts are not owned by the source demon, but...the evil desires in the hearts of the nearby beings, which are the overflow of their various negative emotions, which are mobilized and gathered by the source demon somehow.

The source demon also uses this to restore its strength.

"Pang Jian, your soul is different from ordinary people, and you have the power to kill the divine consciousness. In my memory, only hell soul bees have this characteristic, so I can't deal with you."

The thoughts of the source demon are bred from clusters of demonic thoughts.

It seems to have multiple thoughts, and they will not be unified with each other, which is very similar to the clairvoyant.

"But I can extract evil thoughts and evil thoughts from the bodies of all living beings to grow stronger! As long as I leave that sword tower, as long as I am placed in a crowded place, the evil thoughts, evil thoughts, obscene and vicious thoughts that sprout in their hearts will become mine. Food, so that I can recover my strength quickly."

Yuanmo smiled smugly.

"call out!"

Pang Jian's consciousness turned into a piece of golden light, and every time a cloud of flames representing its magic thoughts illuminated, its ideology would be eroded and dissolved.

However, after a while, the cloud and flames will gather again.

The power to gather its evil thoughts is the evil thoughts and evil thoughts gushing out from the hearts of Jianlou disciples, Dharma protectors, and elders from time to time.

"I can't deal with you, and you can't deal with me!"

As the magic thoughts were eroded, it weakened for a while, and then gradually regained its strength.

It shouted: "As long as I have a little thought, I can pass through the evil thoughts of the Jianloumen and reunite the rest of the thoughts that were consumed by you!"

"One thought is immortal, and a hundred thoughts can be reborn!"

"Only when all my thoughts are wiped away by you, will I be annihilated. However, if this sword does not have me, it will also be reduced to scrap copper and rotten iron!"

"It depends on how you choose!"

It showed no fear, allowing clusters of thoughts to be erased by Pang Jian, and kept shouting: "Pang Jian, you made a wrong choice!"

Pang Jian stopped, and suddenly asked: "The alien god, the guy who claims to be an insight, was promoted by a demon like you?"

"Not bad!"

Yuanmo didn't reveal his soul, and his tone was full of pride: "We Heavenly Demon, among the many ethnic groups in the outer galaxy, will always be a high-level ethnic group."

"Devil Sword Sect, the suzerain is not difficult, refining the heavenly demon from the outer domain into the sword soul." Pang Jian nodded slightly, and commented: "Also a genius."

"Unfortunately, he's dead." Yuanmo sneered, showing no respect to the master: "If he becomes a true god first, and I drag him to become a demon, I won't end up where I am now."

During the conversation, more demonic thoughts surged in the sword, and it regained a lot of power.

"hey-hey!"

Yuanmoguai laughed: "In your sword building, many people don't welcome you. Many people want you to die, Li Zhaotian, and Chen Weihuang."

"Very good, such evil thoughts and evil thoughts can boost my strength!"

"I just like places with a lot of people and smoky and dirty environments, especially practitioners with strong souls. Their evil thoughts can give me more strength."

"..."

Yuanmo chattered endlessly.

"Hey!"

Pang Jian circulated the power in his body, using thunder and lightning, extreme cold and supernatural power, blazing fireworks, and the light of the sun, to plunge into the sword to kill the source of evil.

"You, your power is so mixed and chaotic, how could Li Zhaotian choose you?"

"With your cultivation method, it is impossible for you to reach the pinnacle of any kind of sword art! You can't become a god, that fat man in the sword building is blind!"

Clusters of demonic thoughts were blasted out by Pang Jian.

However, as long as one hour or three quarters pass, it will gather again, and it will turn from weak to strong again.

As it says, it cannot be eradicated unless all traces of its existence are wiped out.

As long as it is in a place where there are many people and people's hearts are complicated and treacherous, it will soon be restored to its original state.

"The demons of the outer domain are indeed a bit tricky."

Pang Jian frowned secretly.

"Buzz!"

The sword order sounded.

Qi Qingsong's urging voice came, telling him the location of Zuiyun Tower and asking him to come here as soon as possible.

"Zuiyun Tower, under the mountain."

Pang Jian got up and left the cave.

Between these majestic mountains and rivers, there are towns and villages for the outer disciples to live and haunt, as well as the family members of the inner disciples, elders, and Dharma protectors.

After identifying the direction, Pang Jian casually hung the Yuanmo sword on his waist, and headed straight for a town with a large scale.

Zuiyun Building, a private room on the fifth floor.

Pang Jian, who was respectfully ushered in, saw Qi Qingsong twisting the flagon as soon as he entered the door, dragged him in with his shoulders, and introduced with a smile: "Pang Jian, my best brother!"

In the private room, except for Zhuang Yuyan who was sitting quietly, everyone stood up and bowed their hands in greeting.

"Tongming Peak, Jiang Yang. Junior Brother Pang, I have only recently entered the inner sect. Please take care of me in the future."

"Yuyuefeng, Duan Jing."

"Yu Yuefeng, Xu Xuanlun."

"Misty Peak, Tang Can, I'm with Senior Sister Zhuang, please take care of me."

"Broken Edge Peak, Zeng Yulan."

"Duanyuan Peak, Song Zihe."

"I've seen Junior Brother Pang."

Holding wine glasses, several people obviously had been waiting for a long time, and they all reported the name of the mountain where they were, and introduced themselves to Pang Jian.

"These guys have a better relationship with me and Qi Qingsong."

Zhuang Yuyan smiled and said bluntly: "Every sect has its own small group, and they and we are one group."

Pointing to the two female disciples of Duanyuan Peak, Zhuang Yuyan said: "They are from Duanyuan Peak. During a trial of the sect, they fought with me through life and death, and forged a deep friendship. And Tang Can, too, he and I They also come from Misty Peak, and have always listened to me."

Qi Qingsong said: "Duan Jing, Xu Xuanlun, when I became an outer disciple, they were the few guys who still associated with me."

While speaking, he pressed Pang Jian on the table, filled the wine and began to drink and drink.

After a few glasses of wine, Pang Jian was no longer so restrained, and the small group formed with Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan gradually became warmer.

"When my master came back, he said that you are so amazing that you have tamed the Yuanmo sword so well."

Zeng Yulan's beautiful eyes of Duanyuan Peak were shining brightly.

She didn't wear the usual blue robe, but specially changed into a close-fitting rose red dress, and frequently got down from the table to toast to Pang Jian.

With a graceful figure, she swayed gracefully when she walked, and her slightly made-up face was seductively flushed.

She leaned over to lean against Pang Jian, breathed like blue and said: "Little brother, Sister Yuyan said that you saved everyone's lives in the forbidden land. From now on, as long as it is a dangerous trial arranged by the sect, I will not give up." I'm following you."

"Smelly girl, you are clever." Zhuang Yuyan smiled in surprise.

Also under the tutelage of the elder Xu Wei, another female disciple, Song Zihe, has a thin figure, picturesque features, and the gentle style of Xiaojiabiyu.

She looked a little shy, and every time she toasted Pang Jian, she bit her lower lip lightly, as if she didn't dare to look into Pang Jian's eyes.

Pang Jian, who had never experienced this kind of battle, passively responded to the deliberate intimacy of these peers, and listened to their introduction of the relationship within the sect.

Liu Junhong, Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Xu Wei, these four elders have a very good relationship with the landlord, and they each hold important positions under the support of Li Zhaotian.

Guanghe, who sits in Mojianfeng all the year round, manages the book building, Qiwu Pavilion, Danwan, and so on.

Xu Wei, an important intelligence agency that controls the sword building, and the news that Pang Jian received through the sword order, from all over the world, are all collected by Xu Wei.

Wang Ce, helping Jianlou select disciples, the selection of inner and outer disciples, the law of Jianlou, and the harvest of the mines and medicine gardens below the Jianlou, are all in charge of him.

Liu Junhong is handing over to external sect forces, and also controls the major families attached to Jianlou.

"Before your master became the landlord, there were actually other elders who controlled these rights." Zhuang Yuyan frowned and said, "That power, which used to be the mainstay of the sword tower, is now deeply rooted inside the sword tower."

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of several people in the private room sank.

"listen……"

Zhuang Yuyan snorted coldly, and said: "The most noisy room in Zuiyun Pavilion is reserved by that person's disciple all the year round. Although that person has left the sword tower long ago and said he was wandering in the first realm, but he never Have not given up on the Sword Tower."

"He is?" Pang Jianqi asked.

"Elder Jiang Ran."

"In the building, there is the elder with the highest seniority and the oldest age. Jianlou, the last sword god is his master." Qi Qingsong interjected, saying: "The last sword god appointed your master as the new landlord before he fell. , not him."

"When your master ascended to the main building, he hadn't been promoted to the late stage of Immortal Realm, so he suppressed you for many years."

"The four elders, the rights they control now were firmly controlled by his people back then."

"If it wasn't for his failure to attack the True God, the realm fell to the middle of the Immortal Realm, and he hasn't made any further progress for many years, your master would not be able to hand over those important positions to my four masters."

Qi Qingsong told the inside story.

"Stare! Thumb!"

There were footsteps sounding like a drum, and they quickly arrived outside this private room, and then broke in without knocking on the door.

"I heard someone mention my master, so I'll come in and listen."

One person stood in front of the door, followed by some sword tower disciples in brocade clothes and jade robes.

He leaned against the door with his arms around his shoulders, and said with a sneer with raised eyebrows, "What? I'm here, so I dare not continue talking?"

……

(End of this chapter)