Purgatory

Chapter 749 The power of magic clothes

When the robe was on his body, Pang Jian suddenly felt an indescribable heavy force, pressing down on his back like a mountain.

Those are thirty-six demon realms!

There are also five great demon gods with their real names, eighteen intermediate god-level demon gods, and the faith of hundreds of millions of demon creatures!

In the vast expanse of the outer galaxy, there are actually thirty-six demon realms that echo this robe!

Pang Jian can use his robes to summon the rolling demonic power within it, which can be used by hundreds of millions of creatures who believe in the demonic god!

Wearing the robe, he seemed to be carrying out some kind of mission.

He does not need to follow the path of the devil, he does not need to always proceed from his own heart, and he does not need to be selfish to the extreme.

However, he must regard himself as one of the demons!

In other words, he must work hard to make the demons and demon gods stronger!

A domination-level magic weapon carries too much weight. If you want to use the supreme power given by the magic weapon, you must carry something on your back.

As long as he is willing to bear it, he can control the evil thoughts and evil thoughts of hundreds of millions of sentient beings in the thirty-six demonic realms at will.

"Use your soul to combine with the devil."

That giant ape, as well as Lundi from Hades, are incapable of fighting without tasting it!

"Huchi! Huchi!"

He can also use this robe to gather the power of some powerful ancient demons left in the mysterious space of the Sea of ​​Fog.

In the sea of ​​souls inside his head.

The mighty demonic sound roars endlessly in this soul world.

Putting aside the other magical powers of clothes and robes, how powerful are these alone?

In the secret, there seemed to be countless powerful demons trying to persuade him to pursue the supreme demonic truth.

As long as he is willing, he can seize the boundless demonic energy in the thirty-six demonic realms at will.

He Mo Tian, ​​Fa Ji, and other great demons will be controlled by him!

"Carrying the devil's will!"

"Serve the devil with your body!"

If he can really carry this huge amount of magic energy, his combat power will skyrocket in one breath!

Billions of demonic thoughts that did not belong to him turned into a blue-black smoke cloud, floating above the deep sea formed by his divine consciousness, turning into another terrifying "sky-covering curtain."

Pang Jian's breathing was a little rapid, and thoughts came to his mind, but he suppressed them with force.

Those who have their true names, the great demon gods who are still alive, and the middle gods, he can also move part of the power and use it to bless himself through his robes.

In the deep sea of ​​demonic energy, for the first time he struggled to hold on to his original intention, but this time it was even more ferocious and terrifying, and it was about to overwhelm his self-consciousness in an instant.

The boundless evil thoughts and evil thoughts in the robe turned into powerful demonic thoughts, repeating these words over and over again.

His crystal clear godhead is like a towering sacred mountain in the sea, with the original soul within guarding the immortality of his spiritual wisdom.

As long as he nods, as long as he is willing to let go of his heart, he can instantly become the supreme true devil!

This is the second super-powerful bewitchment he has experienced!

"Wearing magic clothes carries the devil's will, serves the devil with one's body, and combines the devil's ways with one's soul."

One after another, bizarre and mysterious demonic realms were opened up in the blue-black smoke clouds. Many powerful and tall ancient demons appeared in the demonic realms.

They smiled unscrupulously, staring at Pang Jian's soul as if from different demon realms.

The true meaning of the demonic path that they had learned over thousands of years turned into clusters of flames, streaks of lightning, and some mysterious magic patterns, trying to be imprinted on Pang Jian's godhead.

If Pang Jian is willing to accept it and allow these magical mysteries to be integrated into his godhead, his divine level will instantly break through.

From the middle god to the high god, there is only one step away.

The price is to abandon everything you have now, and from now on, you will focus on the devil and no longer be attached to anything else.

He refused once.

But this time, after experiencing the destruction of his immortal soul and being severely injured by the ferocious old ape, he was in a state of depression and anger. Seeing that stronger power was within reach, the burning desire in his heart gradually overcame his reason. .

Reason told him that his path was not a magic path.

He can work steadily, using his existing path that is more suitable for him to be promoted to a high-ranking god, and seek greater power and god level in the future.

But desire was torturing him, tempting him, and letting him immediately obtain the power of a high-ranking god.

Then, with the power of a high-ranking god, he would take charge of this magical treasure, coerce many demon realms and great demon gods, participate in the war in Hades, and seek revenge on the old ape.

Inside Purgatory, with the power of the high-ranking god and the robe left by the devil, he can also compete with the two masters.

Especially that Dark Phoenix!

From the robe, he felt endless hatred.

The Demon Lord was killed by the Black Phoenix, and this robe was also captured by the Black Phoenix. It was thrown above and turned into a sky curtain, dividing the purgatory world into two different worlds.

Master the relics, remembering the deep hatred and hatred, which has not been annihilated after thousands of years.

Regarding the death of Black Phoenix, Yipao, Luo Hongyan and Shi Mo have a common goal.

"Carry the devil's will and become a devil!"

The demonic desire in Pang Jian's heart became stronger and stronger.

The sea of ​​divine consciousness in his mind and the blue-black demonic sky above were slowly approaching each other, and the sky and the sea were about to become one.

Once the sky and the sea truly come together, it means that Pang Jian has accepted the important task of revitalizing the magic way.

"Motian is dead."

"This master who was born in the sea of ​​fog was successfully killed by Black Phoenix during the fight with Black Phoenix." "In the final analysis, He Motian is still a loser."

"Can you really revitalize the devil's path through a loser? If you completely fall into the devil's path, you will become the master of this path. Can you really reverse everything?"

There are also wisps of clear thoughts, like sparks of fire, flickering in Pang Jian's soul.

It was a little bit of golden light.

These seemed to be the immortal soul fire belonging to the soul that Pang Jian had fallen into the mysterious soul sea of ​​Hades.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Then he heard the sound of water flowing.

The deep sea where his divine consciousness was condensed, the origin of his godhead, became increasingly clearer and clearer in the sound of flowing water.

The smoke cloud transformed by billions of demonic thoughts, and the thirty-six demon caves opened in the smoke, were slowly disappearing because of his inner determination and because he was no longer distorted and bewitched by desire.

He guarded his heart again!

"Pang Jian? Is that you? Where...are you?"

The voice of the source demon suddenly sounded in his perception, shocking him as if he was enlightened.

He suddenly woke up and realized that he had once again survived the "magic tribulation" and withstood the bewitching voices of all demons.

After putting the magic robe on his body, he took a few breaths, and after a period of trance, he suddenly saw a scene.

In the depths of a snowy Demon Realm, the extraordinary and handsome Yuan Demon fell in a pool of his own blood.

His demonic blood was solidifying, and he still held the black gold divine sword in his hand, with nine lanterns floating above his head.

The nine lanterns are all burning with demon souls as lamp oil, and the wicks are all slender demon shadows.

"Ayuan, you still have to die here."

A skinny demon god, holding a bone spear, approached the source demon calmly and said: "Don't blame me, we need another master to appear in this world."

"This master must be born in the starry sky and the earth, not in the depths of the foggy sea."

"Lord Motian has fallen for too long. Since he is dead, it proves that the demonic path he insisted on cannot bring our clan to a higher level."

"Master Shi is the new future of our race, and his demonic way that accommodates all things is even more powerful."

"Ayuan, you have known for a long time that we are all a part of Him. I am willing to integrate into Him and become the cornerstone of the prosperity of the devil. I must correct your disobedience."

One of the nine clones, the other external body of the original demon, pierced the forehead of the original demon with a bone spear.

The spear ignited with a forest-white flame, which was bone-chillingly cold.

"Pang Jian!"

The source demon, which had suffered severe injuries and was about to die, howled hysterically.

This sound was shrill and harsh, making many demon gods frown.

In addition to the demon holding the bone spear, nine demonic figures suddenly appeared in the center of the nine lanterns.

The candlelight was like their eyes, looking coldly at the stubborn source demon, making sarcastic remarks.

"Pang Jian? Is that the human boy you mentioned, the human boy from Purgatory? A Yuan, as one of the bodies of Master Shi, you actually miss a human boy!"

"It's just a human race, and you still care about it until you die? What on earth are you thinking about?"

"A Yuan, your defeat is that you have almost forgotten who you are. You have been in purgatory for too long, and your demonic nature has been eliminated."

"Ayuan, just accept your fate."

The demon gods in the nine wicks watched the source demon from different places in the demon world, mobilized their magic power to seal the void, and suppressed the resurrecting mighty magic energy in the source demon's body.

"it's me."

A strange voice sounded in this Demon Realm, and also in the strange secret places of the other nine Demon Realms.

An ancient castle, a valley where ghosts roar, and a cave that has been extinct for thousands of years.

A magic stone that has been frozen for 90,000 years, a withered bone covered with dust, a skinless bird flying in the gray starry sky.

A black demon warrior reduced to a mummy, a pile of cracked demon statues, and a witch dancing alone among thousands of powerful people.

Nine demon realms, nine different areas, and nine hidden demon gods all heard this extremely strange demonic sound.

The next moment, the nine intermediate god-level demons were no longer able to gaze at the source demon through the wicks, unable to participate in the civil war between the origin demon clones, and the nine magic lamps were extinguished one by one.

The joints of the original demon that could not move moved slightly, and then tightened the hilt of the sword again, staring blankly into the void: "Really you? Pang Jian, where are you?" He felt unbelievable.

"Pang Jian?!"

The skinny demon god suddenly felt that the demonic power of this world and the evil thoughts and evil thoughts of all living beings in this world no longer responded to him.

This world belongs to Him, and He has painstakingly managed it for many years. The earth, deep space, and sea are all filled with His breath and will.

Therefore, everything happening now is extremely unreasonable.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The power gathered by him suddenly poured into the body of the source demon, causing the source demon to resurrect.

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(End of this chapter)