Purgatory

Chapter 526 Tiandu Sanren
The existence of clouds and brocades means that it is feasible for the extremely evil cultivator to become a god.

This greatly boosted the morale of thousands of evil cultivators in the world!

In the past, because there was no true god who pursued the evil path, coupled with the propaganda of the most powerful forces, all the ascetics in the world mistakenly believed that the evil path was impenetrable.

The end of the righteous path is the True God, and the most powerful True God is qualified to break the heavenly ban, thereby breaking through the prison of purgatory and soaring into the stars.

It is also because of this that countless geniuses with outstanding qualifications throughout the ages have devoted themselves to the path of Daojue, which is dominated by the most powerful sects.

In order to follow the path planned by the ancient true god, he can reach the end of the road to purgatory - the true god realm.

In order to achieve great freedom and liberation.

For those who secretly communicate with foreign gods and seek the truth through evil secret methods, the ultimate path will always be immortality.

Since ancient times, there has never been a true god who transcended immortality.

Deliberate suppression, verbal guidance, and erasure of the truth from all parties have not only made the righteous monks feel that the evil path is impassable, but even those practitioners who have been struggling on the evil path also feel that the immortal realm is the limit.

The reason for this is that no peak evil god has ever been born.

No matter how much the gods from outside the world promise, since there is no such precedent, it is difficult for them to be truly convinced.

Now, right now!
Two clusters of clouds symbolizing the status of gods appeared over the broken ground of Hongdu as scheduled!
This is of epoch-making significance!
"When the evil god is born, the pattern of purgatory will be turned upside down."

The white-bone saint Lu Qinghe laughed strangely.

He silently operated the secret method of "White Bones Raw Flesh", and in the blink of an eye, the crystal white bone body sprouted organs, muscles, veins, and flesh and blood.

In just a few breaths, Lu Qinghe returned to his previous form.

"One of the true gods has not broken into Hongdu yet."

Mu Weifeng, the leader of the Blackwood Sect, first glanced at the lifeless "Jiang Ran" with awe.

Then he quietly sank down a bit, and cast a spell to move the black sea of ​​trees to the east of the broken ground.

The sea of ​​trees with a strong sense of deathly silence is located at the dry well, guarding the woman who is being promoted to the true god.

"That person's careful planning ended up not being perfect because the true god didn't come."

Mu Weifeng, who was dressed in gray and lifeless, looked unwillingly into the void outside the broken ground.

He smacked his lips and said regretfully: "It would be great if three or four true gods came."

"Things are never perfect." Lu Qinghe was open-minded.

Pointing to the two clouds representing the divine thrones, he smiled and said: "As long as these two divine thrones can create a god, it will be of epoch-making significance. If these two divine thrones can create two true gods, , we are in a great situation again.”

With flesh and blood on his face, when he laughed again, his voice became much more natural. He chuckled: "If the true gods dare to come, they may be taken into the fifth realm by the secret mirror tunnel. If they dare not come, they will pursue evil ways. The true God will appear again.”

"No matter what the situation is, we have won a real victory. The only difference is a big victory and a small victory."

Mu Weifeng and Xie Tong no longer felt regret after hearing what he said, and each flew towards their disciples.

Broken ground and high in the sky.

"Jiang Ran's" eyes no longer have white eyes, only pure black, like two stars as black as ink.

He was silent.

After the Sword Light Tianmen shattered and collapsed, he still held the Tianmen Sword, standing high in the sky like a door god, silently waiting for something.

After Mu Weifeng and Xie Tong left, Lu Qinghe cupped his hands towards him and fell to the ground wrapped in broken bones.

For Lu Qinghe, he had completed the task very well. He did not let a casual cultivator from the ruins of Hongdu leave, and he did not let the real Jiang Ran's soul perish here.

According to the agreement, when there is a new vacancy for the god position, he will be the one who will be given priority.

He longed to one day change his name from the Bone Saint to a single word and become the Bone Saint.

……

"Pang Jian."

"Pang Jian."

"Pang Jian."

The shouts started from low to loud, until they were deafening.

The magical voice that sounded like an enlightenment sounded from the six realized secret realms of the Demon Realm, as if traveling through time and space, searching for the soul corresponding to this name throughout the world.

A small world in the sword.

Yuan Mo, who was in the form of a handsome prince of the ghost demon tribe, held the blue-black magic bead with both hands. His long fingers occasionally flicked the magic bead, stimulating the true meaning of the devil's path imprinted on it.

"The soul-tracing magic sound."

The source demon secretly exerted his strength.

The magic sword was connected to the meridians in Pang Jian's palm, penetrating his Dantian and extending to his soul consciousness sea.

The word Pang Jian was endowed with supreme magic power by Him.

Under the broken ground of Dantian, the blue-black sea of ​​demons absorbed by Pang Jian suddenly flowed out of his Dantian because of the source demon's screams and because he kept tracing back to its source.

A turbulent river of blue-black light suddenly flew towards the forehead of the nearest corpse.

And disappeared in an instant.

"All the casual cultivators in Hongdu City, and the soul consciousness of every dead soul, are artificially connected. Some people use the brains of the dead to weave a strange place, and they want to be promoted to true gods in it."

Yuan Mo immediately understood the truth.

He was just about to follow the doorway and enter the man-made secret place in different time and space, when the demon soul suddenly became alert.

He felt the gaze of a pair of dark eyes.

With his eyes in the sky, the great elder Jiang Ran from Jianlou looked like two black stars.

Source Demon instantly realized that as long as he left this sword, the demonic world in the sword he had created and the demonic energy he had worked so hard to gather would all be out of his control.

This sword, without the control of his demonic soul, would change hands in an instant.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Mo resisted the urge.

……

Offsite.

A river of blue-black light turned into a sea of ​​the same color and spread out beneath Pang Jian's soul.

As soon as the ocean made of the magic energy came in, Pang Jian's soul seemed to have a foundation in the soil. A thought moved in his mind, and he remembered a magic method he had learned - the Demon Armor.

The rich demonic energy was suddenly materialized and turned into a thick green and black armor.

This magical demon armor slowly enveloped his golden soul, making his soul seem to have a demonic body in an instant.

His face, his hands and feet, and even his golden eyes were covered in magic armor.

There are many complicated and exquisite patterns on the magic armor, which contain the true meaning of the supreme magic. Just like the magic formula above the magic formation that covers the sky, it is mysterious and unpredictable.

With his soul now incarnate and protected by armor, Pang Jian's confidence immediately increased.

"It's the Origin Demon. At the critical moment, he still tried his best to do something for me. This time, he finally didn't add insult to injury or harm me intentionally."

With the Demon Armor, Pang Jian suddenly had the confidence to meet Jiang Cen at close range.

Chasing the gloomy fire that could be seen everywhere, he flew towards Jiang Cen again after drifting for a long time.

……

In the corner of the strange place, there is a deep pool.

On top of the pond, Jiang Cen, the second elder of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, sat.

Clusters of gloomy fire wrapped in the dead souls fell into the pool one after another, and were melted by the mysterious pool and turned into water in the pool.

I don’t know what kind of evil method he has practiced, but Jiang Cen has his eyes closed at this moment, and there is something solemn about the treasure.

The water in the pool rose due to the injection of clusters of dead souls and strange fires, gradually covering his legs as he sat cross-legged, then his waist and abdomen, and then floated toward his chest.

Above Jiang Cen's head, a brilliant ray of light fell straight down.

The rays of light came from nowhere, but turned into a long crystal on top of Jiang Cen's head, reflecting the evil laws that Jiang Cen had understood.

"I tried my best to persuade you, but you just didn't listen."

A familiar voice echoed throughout this strange world.

Pang Jian suddenly turned his head.

The old man in gray linen clothes, open-toed straw sandals, and his fingernails covered in black dirt came striding from afar.

His lifeless eyes became dark and deep, and his aura was ancient and vast.

The first corpse that Pang Jian saw looked like an old beggar, and this seemed to be his real body!

He was one of those who used some shocking secret technique to make the body look like a corpse, turning himself into thousands of corpses.

Not only did he hide from Jiang Cen, but he also hid it from Pang Jian and the other monks.

"You didn't listen to the advice, and now you're stuck in this situation, right?"

He glared at Pang Jian and snorted, then stamped his feet in the void with his straw sandals. There was light rippling under his feet.

The light was like a deep sea, sweeping across the heaven and earth with him as the center, extending to the boundaries of the strange land.

This strange void world created by Jiang Cen's consciousness sea of ​​souls of the dead in Hongdu was about to shatter in the bright sea of ​​​​light under his feet.

"Chichi!"

In the void of a foreign land, tiny cracks grow.As soon as the crack appeared, Pang Jian's perception of the physical body was immediately connected.

He had been searching for a long time, but could not find a way to return, and suddenly they appeared in large numbers.

Along any crack, he can return to his flesh and blood body, and he can regain his true self instantly!

He can leave now and escape from this cracked space and time.

But thinking that he suddenly had a piece of demon armor, and such a shocking figure appeared, he was not so anxious.

"call!"

Another figure appeared without warning in this strange place where the crack appeared.

As soon as he appeared, all the cracks in the foreign land were healed in an instant.

He wore silver armor, and his face was covered with a mask of the same texture.

Seeing him quietly showing up, Pang Jian's soul was shocked.

He immediately remembered that it was this person who appeared in the mist and hindered Fanao's pursuit of the ninth-level five-clawed golden dragon.

And the golden bee that saw him also died in an instant.

He is a true human god!
A true god who prefers dragon slaying to survive, and who may have a tacit understanding with the dragon cave, actually appears in the void space created by Jiang Cen!

Pang Jian's soul was chilled, and he suddenly regretted not leaving in time.

"You can obviously leave, but you still linger."

The old man, who looked like a beggar, sighed.

He came to Pang Jian's soul, looked at the man wearing silver armor, and said: "Jiang Cen is the elder of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, and he has been obeying your orders for many years. He appeared in the broken ground of Hongdu, and built in Hongdu City It is impossible for you to be ignorant of the fact that you are killing people to seek promotion to the True God."

"As long as the true god appears here, no matter if he wears a mask or not, no matter how he conceals his identity."

"He can only be you Mu Wentao."

The image of the beggar-like old man quietly changed, turning into a rickety old man wrapped in a shabby cotton-padded jacket, with wrinkles on his face, and holding a white lantern.

His hair was sparse, he had almost no eyebrows, and his eyes were dull gray.

Because of his stooped figure and slightly bowed head, the light from the white lantern shone on his face, making his face look eerie and terrifying.

A bit of white flame suddenly flew out from the white lantern in his hand.

The flames burned strangely here, burning a hole in the void space, allowing the connection between Pang Jian and the physical body to be reestablished.

"Don't go back yet?"

The rickety old man looked stern and shouted quickly.

Pang Jian, who was in a state of shock due to Mu Wentao's appearance, planned to return his soul when he saw the hole reappeared.

"Whoosh!"

Instead, the Source Demon Sword took his body and followed the cracked hole from the outside world to this foreign place where the true god appeared.

As soon as the physical body came into being, Pang Jian's soul, wrapped in the demon armor, escaped into the sea of ​​soul consciousness without any hindrance.

As soon as his soul entered, various connections between him and his flesh and blood body were established again, and the demon armor that tightly wrapped his soul appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness of his soul.

The armor refined by the magic power was once in pieces in Dantian, but now it is in the sea of ​​soul consciousness.

As long as it is in his body, no matter whether it is Dantian or Consciousness Sea, there seems to be no problem.

"Pang Jian!"

The voice of the source demon also came from the small world in the sword, and suddenly screamed: "Two true gods!"

"Two?"

With a body of flesh and blood, Pang Jian's soul returned to his body, and he felt confident holding the Source Demon Sword.

He suddenly looked at the stooped old man: "Senior?"

"Hey, if you stay here, not only will you not be able to help, but I will also be distracted from taking care of you." The old man looked helpless and waved his hand: "Get away, don't push yourself any further."

The true god of the Ghost Festival Sect, wearing silver armor, allowed the old man to reveal his identity without saying a word of defense from beginning to end.

At this time, he asked: "Tiandu, why are you here to pieces?"

Pang Jian immediately knew the identity of the rickety old man.

Tiandu Sanren, like Yin Ji, is also a Sanren, and is one of the two true gods of Sanren cultivators in the human race.

"Brother Mu, don't you know that this Hongdu Broken Land is my hometown? I was born in Hongdu City, and my name also has the word "du". Every few years, I will stay in Hongdu Broken Land for a while. .”

Tiandu Sanren approached the pool where Jiang Cen was in a hurry.

Clusters of icy fire wrapped in the dead souls are still blending into the pool.

As for Jiang Cen, his whole body was now submerged in the water, with only his head still exposed.

The crystalline glow that symbolized the god's position seemed to be inserted into the top of his head, connecting with his soul's sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Cen's soul is in the depths of the sea of ​​soul consciousness that belongs to him. He should be receiving the crystalline glow and trying his best to create the position of true god.

"Is it really just the right time?" Mu Wentao asked curiously.

Tiandu Sanren nodded slightly and affirmed with a serious expression: "It's just the right time."

"I don't believe it." Mu Wentao said again.

The expression on Tiandu Sanren's face was even more serious than before, and he grinned and said, "You just don't believe it."

Mu Wentao's face under the silver mask suddenly twisted at Tiandu Sanren's words.

This place was created by Jiang Cen. He connected the sea of ​​consciousness of the souls of all the dead in Hongdu Shattered Land, and created a secret place that distorted as the face under his mask twisted.

Different time and space, like a ball of paper, twisted towards Jiang Cen's position.

The vast and ethereal world seemed to be crushed into a point in an instant.

Space, nothingness, and strange forces are all concentrated towards Jiang Cen's position, as if they are going to be compressed and refined in the pool where Jiang Cen is.

There was an overwhelming power that enveloped Pang Jian, causing Pang Jian's body to instantly deform, and his bones made a rattling sound as they were squeezed.

In this situation, the only thing Pang Jian could do was to go with the flow.

His organs were shrinking and becoming smaller, and he tried his best to adjust his bones, making his flesh and blood shriveled, and his veins and veins as thin as hair.

Pang Jian, who was lean and tall, suddenly became a dwarf.

As the twisting force intensified, the bones and flesh of Pang Jian's "Creation Realm" shrank again, becoming several times smaller.

Soon, he became like a newborn baby.

For such a small Pang Jian, his body was shaking like a spasm, and his face still looked horribly twisted.

However, the blow from the true god Mu Wentao continued.

The twisting power continued. Pang Jian's body shrank with the twisting force. After shrinking to the extreme of his ability, his bones were still cracking and his flesh and blood were being rubbed by the force.

It seemed that in the next moment, he would be kneaded into a fleshy dough and explode immediately.

The power of the true god can twist the void and shatter the heaven and earth.

Mu Wentao's mind changed, and the force he used to target Pang Jian almost broke his bones and flesh, and he died on the spot.

"boom!"

Time and space in another place suddenly collapsed.

The long-collapsed space teleportation array used by Hongdu City to communicate with the outside world turned into dust, and Pang Jian was able to reappear in the dust.

Feeling the faint fluctuations in space, Pang Jian realized that he was inside the space teleportation array that had been reduced to dust.

The first collapse of this space teleportation array actually changed from a space array to another support in different time and space.

Its collapse is just a change of formation.

It is used as the basic body to accept the sea of ​​soul consciousness of thousands of dead people, and to recreate a small world inside Hongdu City.

It was not just the casual cultivators who died in Hongdu City.

The entire Hongdu was shattered, and the creatures in all directions, southeast, northwest, and their minds were connected to this small world when they died.

"If it's just the right time, then you already knew it?"

Mu Wentao also appeared in the dust mist.

The pupils under his silver mask were full of solemnity, and he said: "Is it just you who is aware of it, or are others also smelling it?"

Tiandu Sanren lowered his head, looked at the white lantern in his hand, and said, "You are so smart, you might as well make a guess."

Mu Wentao was silent for a moment and secretly communicated with the alien god Youkui. His soul voice trembled slightly: "Mo Mo, has Mo Mo entered the underground palace?"

He called the supreme god of the ghost clan... Mo Mo. His soul voice was filled with emotions that could not be concealed. He knew clearly that the other person was a god believed by the ghost clan of the outer galaxy.

Still the strongest one.

But in his mind, Ling Yimo was the disciple he had carefully taught and the lover he had secretly cultivated a deep affection for.

"My lord has been in the underground palace for a long time." Youkui said happily.

"You go in, call her out now! Quick! Go quickly!" Mu Wentao's soul sounded like he was wailing.

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(End of this chapter)