The chill reaches right into the soul!
On top of this more severely broken and obviously irreparable altar, the moment Pang Jian closed his eyes, he once again felt as if he was in another world.
When he closed his eyes, he felt like he was in a strange world that was dark, cold, empty and silent.
That terrible feeling of darkness, coldness, and lifelessness did not come from his body.
But the soul.
There was a chill in his soul, and the sea of consciousness, which contained one hundred and twenty-eight strands of divine consciousness, seemed to be frozen bit by bit by the severe cold after he closed his eyes.
After a while, it was difficult for him to even open his eyes. His consciousness and sea of consciousness were about to be frozen!
The Black Turtle and the Eclipse Vine were aware of his strange situation at the same time, and they all launched sensory calls to him, causing his gradually numb and cold will to suddenly gather together!
He opened his eyes with all his strength!
"boom!"
As if returning from another world, Pang Jian gasped for air and climbed out of the altar in embarrassment.
Standing outside the altar, he looked at the broken altar again, with a look of horror in his eyes.
If it were not for the Black Turtle and the Eclipse Vine to summon him repeatedly, he would have closed his eyes and sat upright on the altar, and he might have died unknowingly, and his sea of consciousness and consciousness had been frozen by the cold force.
"Forbidden place of prayer!"
He suddenly realized that this forbidden area, which might not have been so scary before, was now full of terror.
One mistake can lead to disaster!
Next, Pang Jian continued to go deeper, and visions and... tragedies continued to appear.
In the night sky, the stars and the bright moon shine brightly.
A white stone altar shaped like a five-pointed star shines with an intoxicating luster under the light of the stars.
The broken parts of the altar looked like they were connected by bright starlight because the white stone released radiance.
Several disciples wearing Galaxy Alliance robes were sitting quietly on all sides of the five-pointed star altar, with joyful smiles on their faces.
They seem to have encountered something extremely happy, like they have understood the secrets of the stars, like they suddenly obtained a treasure, and it seems like they have broken the bottleneck that has troubled them for a long time.
But these are just the expressions on their faces.
——They have been dead for a long time.
Pang Jian came over to check them out and realized that they did not have the vitality that living life should have on them. The storage bags and utensils around their waists had already been picked up and taken away.
Their stiff bodies were still sitting upright, and the joyful smiles on their faces seemed to be frozen in time.
It seems that nothing will change after thousands of years.
A moment later, a sun-shaped altar carved with flame patterns was made up of broken stones.
Some of the people wearing Lieyang Sect costumes were still hugging the rubble of the altar, trying hard to present the altar in its entirety, but... they had been dead for a long time.
They were not smiling, the expressions on their faces were full of horror, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.
Their eyes were burned by the flames, and their mouths, nostrils, and ears were all flowing with charred blood. The image was extremely terrifying.
Among them, there is also a Concentration Realm Overhaul who is an elder!
This scene made Pang Jian a little creepy. He didn't even dare to get too close to the sun-shaped altar, so he just avoided it and left.
There are more and more similar scenes.
Many casual cultivators who were not uniformly dressed either died next to the ferocious stone statues, or were strangled by the incomplete altar. Strange corpses could be seen everywhere.
Pang Jian, who was walking alone in the forbidden place for praying for spirits, looked increasingly solemn.
"A terrible catastrophe."
He suddenly regretted it.
There was something strange and strange about the forbidden spiritual praying place everywhere, which made him feel as if he was being targeted by an evil spirit from another place like an ice demon. He didn't know how many strange beings like ice demons had cast their sights on this forbidden place.
Once it is discovered that someone who is not their believer or a group that did not believe in them in the early years communicates with them, they will be directly obliterated.
In the world of purgatory, many visions and fissions are occurring, and it seems that they have also affected the former place of prayer.
Let those destroyed altars, stone statues, wood carvings, and stone pillars appear in the perception of evil spirits in other places.
"help me……"
In the center of another altar that looked like a broken sun, there was a man whose whole body was burning with flames, struggling hard with a big cauldron on his head.
His hair has been burned off, his flesh is burning, and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth is like fire juice.
He was immobilized by the broken altar, and no matter how hard he tried to mobilize his strength, he could not escape from the red rocks beneath him.
He wailed miserably, hoping that someone from the Lieyang Sect could hear him, and that he could meet elders from the Concentration Realm of the Blood Moon, Galaxy Alliance, and Red Mountain who could help him escape from his death predicament.
——He is Yang Rui.
As the proud son of the Lieyang Sect and once the number one person in the Dongxuan Realm, he ended up with such a miserable end.
What was floating above his head at the moment was the famous spiritual weapon of the Lieyang Sect - the Nine-Yang Cauldron!
But this magical cauldron, which had nine suns appearing on the wall at the top of Yuanmang's first peak, now does not have the suns appearing, nor does it have many of the miracles it had at the time.
Obviously, it is also limited by the restrictions of the forbidden area, and many of the arrays in it have failed.
Pang Jian stopped at a distance, behind a large broken stone pillar, silently watching his miserable condition.
Several gloomy-looking casual cultivators stood next to the broken altar, looking indifferently at Yang Rui who was burned by the flames, waiting for him to die soon.
"Do you really think you are the Son of the Sun God?"
An over-100-year-old casual cultivator with a late-stage cultivation in the Dongxuan Realm. Most of his hair is bald. The top of his hair is shiny and shiny, and there are only a few sparse strands of hair on the edges.
He spat disdainfully and said in a cold voice: "The ethnic group favored by the Sun God has been suppressed in the fifth realm for ten thousand years. How can it take a fancy to such a thing?"
"What a Blazing Sun Sect, what Son of the Sun God, it's really making people laugh."
Another person interrupted and snorted: "In the fifth realm, the Yan tribe living in the third continent and the Yao tribe in the second continent are the ethnic groups favored by the sun god. Lieyang Sect, what kind of son of the sun god is this? Aren’t the spiritual techniques you cultivated handed down from the Yao and Yan tribes?”
"The Yan tribe and the Yao tribe are about to return to the upper world due to the infection of the filthy supernatural power!"
"Times are about to change. The gods in the mysterious place finally feel purgatory again."
"..."
The three evil heretics that Lei Kun called were sarcastic and sarcastic beside Yang Rui, watching the god son of Lieyang Sect go to destruction.
Pang Jian restrained his breath and listened to their conversation without saying a word, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
These three aliens who practiced unknown magic, the Sun God they were talking about, and the Yao and Yan tribes attracted him, making him convinced that there were some mysterious gods, and indeed he noticed Purgatory again.
"How could the Lieyang Sect's spiritual secret come from a foreign race that is eternally banned?"
A doubt came to mind, and he waited silently, continuing to listen to the conversation between the three alien cultivators.
Soon I learned that the anomaly in this forbidden place for praying for spirits was that there were gods who did not know where they were. Through the broken altars, statues, and wood carvings, they were sensing the long-hidden world of purgatory.
In the past, purgatory seemed to be in a closed and hidden state for those mysterious beings.
A while ago, I don't know what strange events happened, and the purgatory that disappeared from the perception of those gods seemed to have suddenly been released from the closed state.
All of a sudden, it appeared in the perception of the gods.
"not……"
Pang Jian subconsciously touched the bronze medal on his chest.
The bronze medal named "Gate of Purgatory" was in the Yunlei Forbidden Land not long ago, absorbing gaps in the void, and the words "Gate of Purgatory" appeared clearly.
Not long after, a gap in the void gradually tore open, and a strange beast comparable to a tenth-level thunder dragon tried to cross the "strange fog".
The strange beasts have been wandering in the "strange fog" for tens of millions of years, and they have never been able to find their way back, and they don't know how to leave.
However, he suddenly realized that the world of purgatory had a clear coordinate position.
"It's impossible, it can't be such a coincidence. The recent abnormality in the world should have nothing to do with me and this bronze medal."
Pang Jian shook his head.
"call!"
The raging flames that drowned Yang Rui suddenly went out.
The most talented new generation of Lieyang Sect turned into a black charcoal withered skeleton and fell on the broken and incomplete altar.
The storage bracelet on his dark hand bones had not been burned to ashes by the flames, and was still emitting a faint light.
Above his head, the Nine-Yang Cauldron that had previously been floating fell with a clang.
Without the support of his spiritual power, the Jiuyang Cauldron, whose internal array could not operate, was like a pile of scrap metal.
But Pang Jian knew in his heart that once he left the forbidden place of praying for spirits, this cauldron with nine suns on the wall would still be a high-level spiritual weapon and would still have great power.
The most important thing is that there is also a big sun hanging in the sky in his spiritual sea, so he should be able to use the Nine Yang Cauldron!
"I want that tripod!"
"I want his storage bracelet!"
"You two divide the two most critical items. What will I get?"
The third person shouted angrily.
"You are only at the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm. It is your honor to be here to witness this scene. The great catastrophe of the world has just begun, and the fun is yet to come. Why are you anxious?"
"Because the catastrophe is approaching, I need powerful tools and strength to protect myself!"
While several people were still arguing...
A tall figure wearing a thick green veil suddenly rushed out from behind a stone pillar, ignoring their quarrels and shouts, and went straight to the charred bones in the center of the altar.
"There's no need to make a fuss. In order to avoid hurting your friendship, I want both things."
Pang Jian stood at the edge of the altar calmly.
He raised his hand to collect the Nine Yang Cauldron first, then cut off Yang Rui's dark arm with his sword, and picked up the bracelet.
Before the three evil cultivators could react, they saw that the two objects that belonged to them had all fallen into Pang Jian's hands.
The three of them suddenly became murderous, with evil fire in their eyes, and they planned to encircle them with a tacit understanding.
"Listen to my advice and don't come after me."
Pang Jian drifted away.
"Are you going to chase me or not?"
The two evil cultivators looked at the bald man.
"What do you think?"
The bald evil cultivator smiled coldly, "We may still be afraid of him when we are away from the place of prayer. But in this world that is gradually being disrupted by the power of the gods, do we need to be afraid of such a boy?"
"Even Yang Rui is dead, who does he count?"
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(End of chapter)
