Purgatory

Chapter 392

No matter how Yuanmo cried and pleaded, this time Pang Jian was completely indifferent.

In the strange world in the sword, those magical thoughts and foreign objects belonging to Yuanmo were completely eroded by his golden consciousness.

This insidious and cunning demon from the outer domain, who has never really surrendered, can regenerate through the evil thoughts and evil thoughts of people's hearts as long as there is still a little bit of evil thoughts.

Only when the evil thoughts are completely eliminated can it disappear.

And this time, Pang Jian finally made a cruel determination to wipe out his evil thoughts!

Unwilling to cooperate, Yuanmo, who has repeatedly mischievous and counterattacked, has too many hidden dangers to stay by his side, and it is difficult to calm the anger in his heart.

"Pang Jian, are you okay?"

When the boundless darkness faded, Wu Yuan saw that Pang Jian was covered in blood and was holding a sword, so he didn't dare to ask casually, "Are you still Pang Jian?"

After Hong Qiming held the sword for a moment, the picture of a different person changed, and his memory was still fresh.

He didn't know if Pang Jian was the same.

"It's okay, this sword is useless."

Pang Jian sat down on the ground with a bang, first he slowly and laboriously put the thunder pond into the spiritual sea.

At this moment, the shield of spiritual power protecting his body was shattered, the tortoise shell protecting his heart burst and disappeared, and even the leaves of life were turned into nothingness by the backlash of the source demon.

After possessing Hong Qiming, the source demon who held the magic lamp and held the sword burst out terrifying power.

Without the body protection of those disappearing strange objects, it is very likely that Pang Jian would be torn apart by the backlash of Yuanmo in an instant.

Even now, the severe wounds in his body are still terrifying.

Unable to communicate with Xuangui and Yunze Xiaoshu, he hastily took out the Yunshen Pill and Daxueyuan Pill, took the pills and adjusted his breath to heal his injuries.

Strangling the source demon consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness, so it must be nourished by the Yunshen pill, and the physical wounds cannot be healed by the power of the little tree, so they can only rely on the great blood yuan pill.

He lowered his head to adjust his breath, used his power to speed up the power of melting pills, and went to thaw the frozen Linghai.

"Are you the demon soul who wiped out the source demon sword?"

Wu Yuan discerned carefully.

Afraid of approaching fraudulently, he said strangely: "Your body shield has disappeared, and your flesh and blood are surrounded by strange mist. It seems that there is no serious problem."

"I really don't have any abnormal feelings." Pang Jian said.

Ling Yimo of Ghost Sacrifice Sect went out of his body and entered the God and Demon Creation Institute. His body turned into dry bones, and his flesh and blood were eroded away in a short time.

The same is true of Cao Jingbai later.

Today, he was severely injured and the shield was shattered, and he didn't refine it again in time, but he was safe and sound in the mist.

He secretly checked his condition.

Immediately, he found the bronze medal named "The Gate of Purgatory", quietly emitting a breath, covering his whole body.

This breath comes from the dense fog inside the bronze medal, and it seems to have the same origin as the strange fog.

After thinking about it for a while, he changed his statement: "I can be fine in a short time."

"Wow!"

He sacrificed the Qingying Gang Mask again.

When Wu Yuan was amazed, he grabbed the unowned clear oil lamp after Hong Qiming died.

With a clear oil lamp in one hand and the magic sword without Yuanmo in the other, he said with emotion: "Wu Yuan, the demons of the Outer Territory are extremely evil and unruly. When it bewitched Hong Qiming, did it induce you?"

"Have."

Wu Yuan thought for a while, and then frankly explained the situation at that time.

"Anyone who holds this magic sword will be quickly turned by Yuanmo and become its slave." Pang Jian said with lingering fear.

He has really seen the horror of Yuanmo.

Without the mysterious tortoise armor, the leaf of life, without this body that has been tempered for thousands of years, and the terrifying thunder of that thunder pool, he should have been killed by the source demon here.

If this is the case, Yuanmo will incarnate as Hong Qiming, use Hong Qiming's body to kill Wu Yuan again, capture the purple magic eye, and refine a divine image of the great demon god Hemotian.

How powerful should such a source demon be?

Pang Jian frowned and said, "By the way, it said it knew He Motian."

"He Motian in the purple magic eye has no self-spiritual awareness and cannot communicate." Wu Yuan thought for a while and explained: "The true gods of the ancestors of the Demon Sect have a method to suppress and refine the demons of the outer domain. But the real Refining will often eliminate the spiritual wisdom of the demon, and then it will become like this."

In the purple magic eye above his head, the majestic phantom with four heads, four faces, and four arms became as dull as a statue because of the loss of the enemy.

It seemed that only when a battle broke out, could he inspire his instinct to fight.

Wu Yuan said again: "Yuanmo is an exception."

"I was almost killed by this exception." Pang Jian's mind moved, and the extinguished clear oil lamp and the Yuanmo sword without the demon soul suddenly disappeared in his bracelet.

Without the soul of the source demon, the extinguished clear oil lamp can be stored in storage containers because there is no soul inside.

"The reason for Hong Qiming's death, as well as his other relics, I will report after returning to the Demon Sect." Wu Yuan confirmed that Pang Jian was himself, and then came over to peel off a ring from Hong Qiming's body, and asked : "Pang Jian, should I say I killed Hong Qiming, or you?"

"Just say you killed yourself."

"it is good."

Afterwards, the two of them adjusted their breath and recovered.

During this period, Pang Jian had insight into the battle situation on Liu Youyu's side with his wide-covering spiritual consciousness.

He noticed that Zhou Yi of Jiuli Sect had disappeared at some point.

Liu Youyu, Hu Yuanfei, and Fan Chen, their respective leaders are searching around.

"Jiuli Zong, you have some knowledge."

When Pang Jian restrained his spiritual thoughts, he casually scanned the God and Demon Creation Academy.

He suddenly got creepy!
I see!

In that majestic but illusory strange city suspended in the misty deep sky, the ghost shadow of Ling Yimo, a girl from the Ghost Festival Sect, no longer wanders around.

She was standing quietly at a window in the city, as if looking at everyone from another world.

Her eyes kept rolling.

Her eyes fell on the flying fish boat Liu Youyu was riding on, on Fan Chen and Hu Yuanfei, and also on Zhou Qingchen and Lu Yanshu.

As if feeling Pang Jian's gaze, her eyes that were looking elsewhere suddenly fixed on Pang Jian's face.

Four eyes facing each other.

"Wow!"

Pang Jian knew that the golden spirit in the sea was bombarded by evil and strange forces, and suddenly shone with golden brilliance.

But in that god-devil creation courtyard, inside Ling Yimo's strange soul body, there were countless low-crying voices of dead souls and evil ghosts.

The souls of the dead in countless worlds, covering thousands of high-level intelligent races, are all weeping and howling.

The cries and howls of hundreds of millions of ghosts converged into a mighty sound wave, which turned into an extremely terrifying oppressive force of the soul, aiming at Pang Jian's golden soul.

Space, if there is no sense of boundaries.

Pang Jian and her suddenly seem to be at the same latitude, in the same world.

She directly penetrated into Pang Jian's sea of ​​consciousness through the Shenmo Creation Academy, through the mist, and through Pang Jian's physical body.

"Chichi!"

Bunches of golden light suddenly shot out from Pang Jian's nostrils, pupils of eyes, and ears.

Wu Yuan was startled, and shouted: "Pang Jian!"

"Pang Jian!"

Another voice suddenly sounded.

The flying fish boat drifted past, and Liu Youyu, who came from Yuanqing Divine Kingdom, illuminated Pang Jian with the Xuantian Divine Mirror.

When Pang Jian's figure flashed in the mirror, Liu Youyu immediately saw clearly that there were many eerie threads wrapped around Pang Jian's body.

"Ghost Karma Line!"

Liu Youyu's face was dignified, and she quickly used the power of the Xuantian Mirror.

This magic mirror, which can seal the power of the strongest, burst out wisps of divine light and sword light, cutting off the strange lines densely wrapped around Pang Jian's body.

"Ghost Karma Line!"

Wu Yuan also screamed in horror.

With his naked eyes and spiritual sense, he couldn't see through those terrifying silk threads, but he saw those dense silk threads on Pang Jian's body in Liu Youyu's mysterious mirror.

Underworld ghost karma skills are the secrets of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect. Only the current suzerain and those chosen by him are qualified to comprehend and practice.

This skill is extremely evil, and it is rumored that it can forcibly tamper with human karma through the mysterious ghost karma line.

Once this kind of line that contains the Dao of Karma is wrapped around someone, the time of life and death of this person, past, present, and future past, can be tampered with.

The ghost mother, the reason why all beings in the purgatory world are in awe is because she has cultivated the karma of ghosts to the level of great success.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Hu Yuanfei moved the Kunpeng sword, as if riding a Kunpeng.

She also saw the causal lines of ghosts and ghosts wrapped around Pang Jian's body, and said angrily: "The little bitch of the ghost sacrifice sect dares to shrink in the gods and demons creation courtyard and cast spells, even when his body is dead, he refuses to stop!"

"It's okay, I cut it off."

Liu Youyu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off his sweat and turned to look behind him.

It was like being in another world's Shenmo Creation Academy, where Ling Yimo leaned on the window and looked at Pang Jian, and wandered around lightly like a ghost.

It seemed that she had never stopped flying, and she had never attacked Pang Jian at all.

At this moment, Pang Jian's figure in the Xuantian mirror is still there, but there is no thread left on his body.

"Whoosh!"

Pang Jian, who took a deep breath, was also in a cold sweat under the green cover.

Just looking at each other for a moment, the golden spirit in his consciousness shrank by a factor of two.

He didn't know what the "Ghost Causality Line" was, but with his own soul, he could see that there were many cold threads on his body just now.

It felt like thin, slippery and cold snakes were about to penetrate into his flesh and veins, and swim into his dantian spiritual sea, trying to tamper with his karmic fate.

And he, because his soul was desperately resisting Ling Yimo's evil power, his soul and body were in an incoherent state.

If Liu Youyu hadn't come over, summoned the divine artifact Xuantian Divine Mirror, and used the power of the true god sealed in the divine mirror, he would most likely suffer a second time.

The backlashing source demon, Ling Yimo, whose physical body was shattered and only his soul remained, almost strangled him.

Pang Jian felt cold in his heart, and his face was extremely dark.

He is clearly aware that in this land where many arrogances gather, even if he also possesses magic, he may die at any moment.

Here, he is not unique, nor is he necessarily the one with the most cards.

"You two can do it, even Hong Qiming will be slaughtered by you."

Fan Chen came late, he didn't see any "Ghost Karma Line", the first thing he saw was a pile of new dead bones.

——That was Hong Qiming's body after his flesh and blood had been corroded.

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(End of this chapter)