Purgatory

Chapter 543 The Return
Pang Jian's departure made the old men in the dark prison no longer know what hope was.

For hundreds of years, ever since Galactus appeared in the Dark Hell, they have been praying to the gods they believe in for help through altars.

Every year, every month, they cry out to their god, Sanyi, for soul sounds.

But the God of Shadows never responded.

Pang Jian's arrival and the heavy blow and theft of a limb from Galactus finally restored their confidence.

They vaguely felt that the nightmare that had shrouded the prison for hundreds of years was about to end.

However, Pang Jian, who had promised, still escaped into the mist and disappeared into the dark prison.

"It's over, this world is over. From now on, let Galactus slaughter it, and he will slaughter it as he pleases."

The old man of the Earth Spirit Tribe howled in despair.

"He will come back!" The high priest of the Dark Spirit Tribe encouraged everyone.

Looking at the six land masses in the sky and the gray-yellow star higher up, this old sage of the Dark Elf Tribe suddenly thought of his children and grandchildren who were eaten by Star Eaters.

A total of seven of his sons, daughters, and grandsons were promoted to the ninth level.

Without exception, they all became delicacies for the Galactus to suck.

At the beginning, Galactus did not show his power to dominate the Dark Hell, and would pretend to be injured, thus constantly giving all races hope.

Because of this, the children of the high priest naively thought they had a chance to kill Him.

First, his two most heroic sons, and then his daughter, brought the family's treasures to find Galactus, but were killed by Galactus one after another.

The sentient beings in the Dark Prison once organized twelve strong men with bloodline levels reaching the ninth level, holding the strongest weapons in their clan.

As a result, they all had their souls sucked by Galactus and died.

At this point, all the clansmen in the Dark Hell have been completely defeated by Star Eater.

After that, they could no longer form a decent attack, and they began to place their hopes on the gods outside the sky.

Among the eighth-level clan elders present, whose children and grandchildren have never died or had their souls devoured by Star Eater?
If there was still a glimmer of hope, why would they beg for God's blessing?

And Pang Jian is not even the god they believe in.

"His words are just perfunctory to us. I was paying attention to the whole battle between him and Galactus." An old woman from the Shadow Clan lowered her head and said quietly: "He is no match for Galactus. This is why he I also know it from the bottom of my heart.”

"When Star Eater digested the stars, he really couldn't use his full power, so he found an opportunity."

"He is obviously very satisfied with snatching a limb from Galactus. If he was really capable, he would not just blindly escape when other eight-level limbs are chasing him."

The old woman raised her head and looked at the group of old friends in front of her who still had expectations. She said with great sadness: "Let's go, he won't come back."

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Purgatory, the second realm.

The bright moon hangs in the sky and the stars are sparse.

As autumn turns to winter, heavy snow falls on the ground of Hongdu, making Hongdu city covered in snow.

The sword boat carrying Liu Junhong and other elders had long been ordered to leave by Li Zhaotian. The elders were either sitting in the sword tower or guarding the rocky ground.

A long time has passed, and Pang Jian's soul has yet to return.

It is impossible for Tiandu Sanren, Liu Fu and Li Yuanli to trap themselves in Hongdu City forever.

They waited and waited, and found that Pang Jian's flesh and blood were still intact, but his soul was still missing.

Slowly, they all thought that Pang Jian's soul must be trapped in the mist.

Even if I can return, it will be a long time.

Or maybe never come back.

After guarding for a full year and a half, their patience was exhausted and they finally couldn't hold on any longer, so they left.

So only Li Zhaotian was left, still in this dead city where casual cultivators were extinct, looking forward to the return of Pang Jian's soul all day long.

The snowflakes as big as a finger accumulated thicker and thicker, and Li Zhaotian and Pang Jian, the master and apprentice, became two snowmen, one big and one small.

Day and night are constantly changing, but the scene seems to be frozen, and time seems to have stopped passing.

Li Zhaotian, who was looking forward to Pang Jian's return, no longer cared much about the overall situation in the world. His sword intention gradually sealed off the entire Hongdu Broken Ground, shutting out all the casual cultivators who tried to come over.

There were only two snowmen in the entire broken ground.

This continued for a long time, and there was a sudden movement in Pang Jian's chest, and there were obvious spatial fluctuations.

"Pong!"

The thick snow covering that majestic body suddenly exploded.

Li Zhaotian, who has a fat body and a domineering expression, has a pair of small eyes that are inconsistent with his body size, and suddenly shines with light comparable to the stars on a cold night.

He stared at the smaller snowman, released his perception, and noticed it carefully.

He was obviously nervous and rubbed his hands anxiously, causing the snowflakes and ice crystals between his fingers to scatter everywhere.

After hesitating for a moment, he took a step, clicking through the thick snow to get closer to Pang Jian.

He stopped abruptly again.

Because at this moment, he saw the little snowman's shoulders shaking and saw the snow scattered.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and his fat face was instantly filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

The smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly filled his entire face. Because his smile was too exaggerated, his eyes were squeezed even smaller by the fat.

"Good apprentice."

"When you are back, I will know that you are a lucky person, and you will not be lost in the sky." "Those self-righteous guys said that you squandered the divine position in purgatory in vain, and that you merged with the divine position but failed to do so. The soul dies in the outer world.”

"Damn it! These bitches are talking behind your back! If they weren't guarding you, I would have cut off their tongues!"

Although this fat man in blue, who was as plump as a big bear, stopped in the heavy snow, he kept saying something incoherently and dancing around to show something.

As the current owner of the sword building and the most talented swordsman in this era, he has a rare innocent heart.

He has lived a long life, but he still has a youthful air in many cases. Not only does he lack the majesty of the original poster, he also does not have the posture that a master should have.

He simply hoped that he could live up to the sword god's instructions and take the sword tower to a higher place.

He just hopes that several of his disciples can live well, and wants to be the big tree that all disciples can rely on, so that the disciples will not be suppressed by any sect and any true god in this world.

He just hoped that his confidante would be fine too.

As the master of the sword tower, as a man and a master, he did his best to shoulder everything.

The heavy snow cleared and Pang Jian opened his eyes.

Looking at the majestic fat man with a face full of joy and excitement, he was a little at a loss for words. Looking at the light shining in his little eyes, Pang Jian smiled brightly: "Master."

After his father disappeared, there was never another person who treated him like the fat man in front of him.

This big fat man made him feel warm and filled his heart with gratitude.

When he was deeply trapped in the Demon Spirit Continent, it was this person who had reached the pinnacle of immortality and fell into the dangerous world below to look for him.

For him, he would not hesitate to fight Li Bai, a level [-] strongman from the Demon Scale Clan.

When he was suppressed by the Dragon Cave in the Holy Spirit Continent, it was this person who declared that he would retreat into seclusion and attack the True God Realm, so that the arrogant and cruel dragons in the Dragon Cave did not dare to act rashly.

Pang Jian felt extremely lucky to have such a master who supported him with all his strength.

Now, he has successfully created the immortal soul by merging his soul with a divine position in the world of purgatory.

Even for the person in front of him, he had to shoulder the heavy burden of the sword tower and bear everything for this person.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Pang Jian, who rarely smiled, never stopped smiling when facing this person.

He asked: "Master, is the Jianlou okay, and is this world okay?"

"When you come back, this world will be great."

Li Zhaotian laughed openly.

Although the master and apprentice communicated most of the time through sword commands, they never felt alienated when they actually met.

Needless to say, for the closest relatives, emotion is the deepest bond.

The wonder of the immortal spirit, the feeling of leaving the mist, the disaster of another world called Dark Hell, the magical structure of Galactus, and the details of its battle.

He didn't hide anything from Li Zhaotian and told everything truthfully.

In the snow-covered ground, the master and the apprentice talked loudly and freely.

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dark prison.

Above the shuttle-shaped ship was the altar that was supposed to correspond to the God of Shadows. When Saint Cui Ling communicated with Tianwai normally again, she felt a cold and unfamiliar will.

"I am the cold crystal goddess from outside your world. I intend to help you to eradicate the Star Eater."

"You need to build two new prayer altars in my way and in the way of another god."

"I will tell you how to cast it and how to select the strong ones who match us so that we can complete the descent."

"As long as you comply with our requirements, I guarantee that the Galactus who poisoned your world will definitely die in your world."

The saint's delicate body could not stop trembling as she listened carefully.

As she listened, she burst into tears.

"The High Priest!"

"The High Priest!"

she shouted forgetfully.

……

Holy Spirit Continent.

Mu Wentao, another true god of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, suddenly entered the dragon cave and said softly: "Pang Jian, whose soul has been missing for nearly two years in the broken ground of Hongdu, has officially returned."

A rough dragon roar sounded.

In the dragon cave, the ninth-level old dragons who listened to Mu Wentao's words left one after another as they poked their huge dragon heads over.

A majestic figure in green suddenly appeared.

On his forehead, there are prominent dragon horns, twined with lightning as thin as hair.

As soon as he arrived, his aura filled the entire dragon cave, making even Mu Wentao, a true god, feel depressed.

"A true god who has been promoted to the Immortal Realm has never appeared before." Old Thunder Dragon slowly sat on top of the stone platform, looked down at Mu Wentao, and asked: "Such a true god can also be regarded as a true god. ?Are there no flaws in being promoted to the Immortal Realm?"

Mu Wentao shook his head: "Because there is no precedent, we know nothing."

"The sword tower is far away, and the so-called broken rock is not far away from the Holy Spirit Continent." Old Thunder Dragon touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and said: "I will make arrangements to test the quality of his true god. .”

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(End of this chapter)