Golden rocs, and thick black cannon fire, collided with the flames that filled the sky.
The blood-stained roc suddenly condensed into a drop of golden divine blood and returned to the bird's divine bones.
"Chi! Chi Chi!"
On Jingze's white bones, wisps of golden light and electricity swim, escaping into the golden divine blood, seeming to give new spiritual consciousness to the drops of divine blood.
Not long after, a new golden roc flapped its wings and continued to intercept the incoming cannon fodder.
Below the void, there is a black battleship that is different in shape from the Purgatory World ship, and there are many members of the ghost tribe standing on it.
They were dressed luxuriously, and some of them were holding exquisite glassware, as if they were tasting fine wine, and looked extraordinary.
"How could the ghost tribe come here from the fifth realm?"
"Why are the battleships they hold so gorgeous? What's going on with those forts and those black spiritual crystals?"
The disciples of Tianshui Ze were shocked by the scene in front of them.
"Four pieces of broken ground? Oh my god, have we gone to the wrong place? The Forbidden Land is just a piece of broken ground. Why are there four of them?"
"Surrounded by thunder and lightning, sealed by ice, and filled with flames!"
"Where did those three pieces of land come from?"
The people on the Shanshui Lingzhou were in a panic.
The scene that suddenly appeared was completely different from what they had imagined, leaving them at a loss.
"Those ghost tribes are definitely not the ghost tribes in our world. The ghost tribes I have come into contact with do not have this kind of graceful temperament." Wu Yuan took a deep breath and saw artillery fire aimed at Shanshui Lingzhou, and said: "Get ready to fight , whether we are willing or not, we must fight to the death with the aliens."
"another world?"
"Where exactly have we arrived?"
Amidst the frightening screams, Shanshui Lingzhou took advantage of the Tianpeng bird to attract most of the artillery fire, and took the opportunity to land on the fragmented ground that looked normal.
"shoot!"
Deep in the jungle of the Forbidden Land, a cold order suddenly came out.
"Wow!"
A hundred-foot-tall eight-armed giant, with his upper body naked, suddenly appeared with his head raised.
With his eight muscular arms, he held a huge bow and arrows and fired continuously at the rapidly falling Shanshui Spirit Boat.
The arrows are like dazzling meteors, shooting towards the mountains and rivers.
The slowly falling Shanshui Spirit Boat was filled with holes shot by the eight-armed giant's light arrows. The survivors of Tianshui Ze and Mo Sect were forced to fly out in advance before the Shan Shui Spirit Boat sank.
"Boom!"
The Shanshui Lingzhou crashed as soon as it hit the ground.
"kill!"
Those alien warriors who were wandering in the wilderness, chasing loose cultivators and children of aristocratic families, some rode chariots, some had jet-black feathers on their feet, and some rode silver-like Pegasus, rushing to the fallen Tianshui Ze and Mo Sect. people.
"The Landscape Spirit Boat in Tianshui Lake!"
"The Demonic Sect's banner!"
"Also, people from the desolate realm of Beixu!"
"We were saved, we finally made it through until reinforcements showed up!"
"..."
In the valleys of Jue Tian Forbidden Land, beside streams and rivers, under mountains and deep in jungles.
The visitor from the purgatory world, who had been hiding in hiding and dealing with alien races, let out a cheer of surprise.
Some people were even moved to tears of joy.
"Bang!"
The moment Chen Lushi landed on the ground, she raised her head and looked up into the sky, her beautiful eyes shining brightly as she said, "In a desolate land, Fu Wangchen..."
From Jiang Chao's words, she already knew Fu Wangchen's identity, and she believed that the one who guided Shanshui Lingzhou here was this peerless genius from the desolate land of Beixu.
"You are truly heroic."
Chen Lushi praised appreciatively: "We arrived before us. We were baptized by foreign cannon fodder, and our moral character is nothing to say."
Her favorable impression of Fu Wangchen doubled, but when she thought of Lu Lingchan from Black Valley, who seemed to have something to do with this heroic man under the arrangement of the Black Valley's master, she felt a little unhappy.
"So what if the Valley Master passes it on personally? You may not be able to reach the Forbidden Land alive."
Chen Lushi snorted coldly in her heart.
"Fu Wangchen!"
"He is Fu Wangchen from Beixu, the desolate land!"
"He is here, we can survive!"
Rogue cultivators, disciples of aristocratic families, and disciples of small sects in the second world were all cheering each other up.
At this time.
Fu Wangchen, who sacrificed an ancient god's Dharma to the sky, first used the powerful ancient god's Dharma to tear off the invisible "membrane" on the bird's feathers and bones like a veil.
Immediately, he stepped out of the bird's forehead and faced a ghost warrior who was as skinny as a ghost.
"die!"
The strong man from the ghost clan holding the silver trident flashed his green eyes and silently recited a spell in the language of the ghost clan.
A gloomy ghostly figure, covered with hazy smoke and a hundred feet high, appeared in the void behind the man with his arms hanging down and his back hunched over.
There was a huge jet-black cloak, slowly condensed from smoke and clouds, wrapping His figure.
——This is the soul projection of a foreign god.
He lowered his head and looked at the insignificant strong man of the ghost race, as if looking at his believers.
"Purgatory..."
He muttered something unclear, then suddenly stared at the ancient god Qingtian's Dharma that was condensed by Fu Wangchen using a secret method, and said: "The Dharma left behind by the fallen true god."
He looked at the huge bird again and said: "The sacred bone of the ninth-level golden-winged roc."
"You have merit..."
The last words he said were to the ghost warriors below.
He grabbed it down, and the silver trident that he had given to the ghost warrior suddenly fell into his hand.
"call out!"
The silver trident suddenly magnified tens of millions of times and turned into a silver lightning bolt, piercing the ancient god's dharma image offered by Fu Wangchen.
The lotus platform where the Dharma Prime Minister was sitting was burning with karma fire, flying straight towards the silver trident.
A certain ancient true god who had long passed away in the history of Beixu also stepped on the lotus platform and began to fight with the soul projection of the alien god.
at the same time.
"Peng!"
The buildings and palaces sitting on the feather bones of birds suddenly collapsed and shattered.
Many cultivators in the desolate realm woke up from a deep and long-lasting coma. When they came out and saw the severe situation in front of them, they rode on the golden roc bird turned into blood without saying a word.
Riding birds, they rushed towards the black warship that was still spraying gunfire, and fought with the ghost warriors above.
In the mist.
Pang Jian, who was watching the battle through the golden bees, described the battle in detail and said: "Fu Wangchen is very powerful. The image he released is fighting fiercely with the image of a different god that the ghost tribe believes in."
"The Shanshui Lingzhou crashed. The people from Tianshui Ze and the Demon Sect are fighting with the aliens in the wilderness."
"The people from the Desolate Realm wake up and ride on golden rocs to kill the aliens on the ghost battleship."
"The fort made of black crystals will no longer have gunfire spewing out."
"..."
As he spoke, the war-thirsty blood in Pang Jian's body seemed to be ignited little by little.
He licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he already held the silver spear in his hand.
"Little junior brother."
Zhuang Yuyan pursed her lips and smiled softly, and said: "It's a good idea for you to get guys like Fu Wangchen, Wu Yuan, and Jiang Chao over here before us."
"Well, otherwise the first wave of the fiercest artillery fire from the alien race would hit the sword boat."
Qi Qingsong stood up.
He held the Lanmeng Sword and looked high-spirited: "The sword boat cannot be destroyed like the mountain and water spirit boat. Come here, we need to rely on the sword boat, and we need it when we go back."
"Are you really going to kill me?" Fang Boxuan said timidly.
In the scene described by Pang Jian, there were images of foreign gods from the outside world, extremely powerful ghosts, and a large number of alien warriors belonging to different ethnic groups.
Under this situation, he felt that he should stay in the sword boat and not step out of the mist in a hurry.
Wouldn't it be better to wait until those people in the Desolate Realm, as well as the disciples of Tianshui Ze and Mo Sect, have a conclusion with the alien race before deciding whether to step into it?
"I want to hunt gods, I want to condense real divine consciousness."
Qi Qingsong shouted.
"I also want to meet the ghost tribesmen in other worlds and see what amazing abilities they have."
Zhuang Yuyan sharpened her fists and said loudly.
The disciples of Jianlou are not afraid of fighting, and they are also fond of fighting. Their sword intentions and techniques are all tempered in battle.
Knowing that there are many dangers ahead and knowing that there are soul images of foreign gods, they are not only not afraid, but also seem eager to try.
Pang Jian also said: "In the forbidden land of Juetian, people and alien beasts from the Purgatory world have no advantage at all. Alien races, as well as foreign gods who can appear through alien races, are the ones who rule the situation."
"If we continue to sit back and watch, all the people in the Desolate Realm, Tianshui Ze, and Demon Sect will probably be killed."
"When the time comes, we will be the ones facing those foreign enemies from other worlds alone."
"Dong Tianze!"
Pang Jian gave a soft drink and said: "We will leave the sword boat in the mist and use your black iron mountain to enter the forbidden land."
"good idea!"
Qi Qingsong was the first to agree.
The sword boat is hidden in the mist. If they can't resist the alien attack, they still have a chance to turn back.
"good."
Dong Tianze moved the black iron mountain and moved out of the sword boat.
Pang Jian, Qi Qingsong, Zhuang Yuyan and Fang Boxuan fell towards Black Iron Mountain one after another.
When Zhou Qingchen was about to go there, Zhao Yuanqi stopped him and explained: "Everyone is concentrated in Black Iron Mountain. The target is too obvious, so why don't we spread out."
"Junior Brother Zhou, come with me."
She untied the gourd, flew down and waved to Zhou Qingchen.
"That's fine."
Zhou Qingchen smiled apologetically at Pang Jian and flew up the gourd like her.
"Walk."
Heitieshan and Hulu went one after the other towards their destination.
Not long after, they broke through the sea of gray fog and saw the strange space described by Pang Jian.
"boom!"
A scene of light and shadow intertwined, the divine light and fire flew across the void, and the tragic battlefield where lightning and spiritual light collided suddenly came into view.
"Sword Tower!"
Fu Wangchen, who was hovering above the remains of the golden-winged roc with his bare hands, turned around and noticed the sword orders on the waists of Pang Jian and others.
"Several of you, these aliens do not belong to purgatory, they..."
Fu Wangchen, who thought that Pang Jian and others were unaware of the situation, took control of the huge ancient god's dharma image and prepared to tell them about the dangerous situation in front of them.
"No need to say more!"
Zhuang Yuyan smiled and shook her head.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
Two spiritual swords, one long and one short, set off a blazing sea of fire and spread out in the void behind her.
"Chichi!"
A slender flame of ghost lightning disappeared in the sea of fire, quickly weaving and condensing into shape, turning into a red bird, a flaming unicorn with an ancient aura.
"I'll help you fight the soul projection of this alien god!"
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(End of chapter)
