Inside Pang Jian's body.
The "Sacred Pond of Creation" used to store energy and blood surged, and thick blood mist was drawn out to feed the newly born bee pupae.
"The Hell Soul Bee."
Looking at the bee-insect with transparent wings and shining golden light in the sea of consciousness, Pang Jian thought deeply to himself.
Kaz, the jungle god of the Outland Wood Clan, did not shout out the words "Hell Soul Bee" when he attached his divine consciousness into the body of the wooden sculpture and tried to infect his sea of consciousness.
This time, in the forbidden land deep in the mist, the God of the Jungle revealed the origin of the bees in horror.
There is something strange about this matter.
Didn't you recognize it at that time? Haven't figured out the origin of the bees?
After thinking about it for a while, I came into contact with the bees again in the Jue Tian Forbidden Land in the mist, and I finally confirmed that the bees were the so-called Hell Soul Bees?
Is Hell, like Purgatory, a similar world?
If the golden bees come from Hades and Purgatory does not exist, why can they appear in the Bug Valley in the Silent Mountains?
"Just get a dark giant anaconda from the fifth realm of eternal darkness. Black turtles and world-eclipse vines, although each one has a bigger background than the other, after all, they are all strange species native to purgatory."
"Bees, golden ones, are products of foreign lands. This is a bit shocking."
The more Pang Jian thought about it, the more shocked he became.
Subconsciously, he touched the "Gate of Purgatory" on his chest, secretly suspecting that this object could penetrate the walls of Purgatory and reach other worlds similar to Purgatory.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain the origin of the bees.
outer sky.
Fire was sputtering outwards, and the jet-black ships, which were severely damaged in many areas, flew towards the volcanoes and the broken land filled with streams of blazing magma.
Wrapped in a pitch-black cloak and with a stooped figure, the image of an alien god from the outside world holds a jet-black ship floating in one hand.
The cloak, which was swaying wildly even though there was no wind, connected all the new worlds. There were countless alien creatures who believed in him, sending a ray of power through the air.
He flicked the silver trident casually, and the Milky Way condensed across the sky, filling the void behind Him.
The strange force that twists the void emerges, making those gorgeous galaxies seem to turn the space into stacks.
As a result, Fu Wangchen and Zhuang Yuyan were unable to lock onto his soul projection anymore.
"rise!"
The ghost generals who seemed to be one with him shouted loudly.
In the jungles, swamps, wilderness, and valleys of the Forbidden Land.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Hundreds of aliens with strange shapes, some driving chariots, some riding white horses, and some eight-armed giants, were sucked out by the gradually expanding black cloak like rust pulled by a magnet.
The aliens clinging to the cloak looked like insects, following him and the battleship away.
After a while.
"Uh-huh!"
As soon as he entered the shattered earth with raging flames, his huge soul projection, the floating black ship he held, and the many foreigners clinging to their cloaks all disappeared in an instant without a trace.
Like going directly from one world to another.
"The images we see may not be reality."
Qi Qingsong said in shock.
He stood on the Black Iron Mountain, and no matter how closely he looked at the broken land where many volcanoes stood, he could not see the ghost ship, nor the image of the alien god.
Zhuang Yuyan hovered high in the sky with her sword. She turned around and looked at the peerless genius in the desolate realm who had taken the ancient divine law into his body and even closed his third eye. She said, "Fu Wangchen, can you see anything unusual?"
At this time, the monks from the Desolate Realm riding on the golden roc birds fell on the giant birds one by one.
The golden rocs turned into drops of golden divine blood in the blink of an eye, blending into the sea like raindrops, and then merged into the crystal divine bones again.
"I can't see it either."
Fu Wangchen shook his head.
He counted the number of people and said solemnly: "Thirteen of us died in the battle."
A majestic man stood on a green iron pillar and said with a voice like a mountain falling: "But we also killed several times the number of ghosts!"
He frowned and added, "It's just that they are much stronger than the ghosts we hunted in the fifth realm before."
The Desolate Realm is a powerful sect in the first realm of purgatory. They will organize disciples from time to time to go to the fifth realm of eternal darkness for training.
Therefore, the vast majority of practitioners in the Desolate Realm have come into contact with foreign races.
Naturally, they had hunted a lot of ghosts, so they didn't take them too seriously at first.
As a result, thirteen people died in the battle.
"This is the true power of the ghost clan."
A woman with black hair tied up with bird feathers interjected: "Those ghosts suppressed by us in the fifth realm, in an environment of eternal darkness, with poor supplies, will never reach the height of their combat power."
"No. If the third and second realms are also captured by the aliens from the lower realm, the warriors of the Sky Tribe, Ghost Tribe, and Demon Scale Tribe should be able to regain their original strength."
"Only now do I realize that the purgatory world we live in is just a world in the vast world."
"Yes, we are not unique, nor are we the most favored by God."
After coming into contact with people from other worlds, these practitioners who came from the desolate realm, they realized that they were not the protagonists of the world.
They all talked with emotion and emotion.
"Junior Brother Fu, what should we do next?" Lu Jie, who was in the desolate realm, looked at the other three magical fragments in the distance and asked, "Do you want to go over immediately and explore them one by one?"
Fu Wangchen was silent for a moment and said, "Let's first understand the broken ground under our feet."
"That's fine."
Lu Jie agreed, and immediately waved to Hei Tieshan, saying: "Come to our Tianpeng battleship."
On the Ghost Clan's ship, they fought side by side with Qi Qingsong and others, destroying the black crystal cannons and killing many Ghost Clan soldiers together.
Although it was their first contact, the battle brought them closer together.
"No, we're going down." Qi Qingsong smiled, waved his hand, and explained, "We have friends down in the forest."
Black Iron Mountain heads straight into the dense jungle.
"Can you still hold on?"
Zhuang Yuyan came down on the way, looked at Fang Boxuan whose waist and abdomen were bleeding profusely, and said, "How about we leave you on the Tianpeng battleship in the desolate land? The people over there slaughtered the ghost warriors with you. They should be willing to accept you.”
Fang Boxuan, who was pierced through the gastrointestinal tract by the ghost clan's sharp blade and was using the blood moon secret technique to heal his wounds, said with a gloomy face: "Is it interesting?"
The Fang family was exterminated, and Li Chu, the Demon Sect, and Hei Gu in the desolate realm were all involved.
Fu Wangchen was also a disciple of Li Chu. It would be more uncomfortable to let him go to the enemy's ship to heal his wounds than to kill him.
"There is something I want to tell you, and I plan to talk to my junior brother later."
Zhuang Yuyan swallowed a soul-nourishing pill, and under Fang Boxuan's puzzled eyes, said: "Don't worry, we'll talk about it later."
"Dong Tianze, are you okay?"
Qi Qingsong glanced at the pale master of Black Iron Mountain and said, "There is a strong man from the ghost tribe who tried to infect you with evil magic. You were not in the right situation at that time."
Dong Tianze said gloomily: "It's okay."
After hesitating for a few seconds, he said again: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Qi Qingsong smiled brightly and said: "The matter in Bagua City can be written off with one stroke."
Dong Tianze said: "Okay."
When he was penetrated into the sea of consciousness by several ghost warriors using a strange spiritual illusion, Qi Qingsong dragged those ghost warriors into a terrifying dream with the dream sword concept he had comprehended.
He also escaped with his life.
Dong Tianze, who has always been a loner and never gregarious, this is the first time he has joined forces with so many people to fight against the enemy, and it is also the first time he has been rescued by his companions in battle.
This strange and novel feeling made him a little confused.
Shaking his head gently, he got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, and looked at everyone he could see with a gloomy and cold gaze.
"Who could it be?"
Dong Tianze felt a little uneasy.
During the battle, he felt another person with the Tianfeng mark showing strong murderous intent towards him.
But he didn't know who the other party was or where he was hiding. He could only be sure that he was also from Purgatory.
"We came here together in a sword boat, and we also hope to go back together in a sword boat."
Qi Qingsong smiled and told Dong Tianze not to be too nervous, and said calmly: "You should also be aware that the ghost tribe and those strange foreign races are not as scary as we imagined."
Dong Tianze nodded, still looking around cautiously and uneasily.
"There are still three worlds, and there are more unknown dangers..." Fang Boxuan said with a bitter smile.
"Yeah, I know, come on piece by piece."
When Qi Qingsong spoke, Black Iron Mountain also fell into the middle of the forest.
"Junior brother, are you okay?"
Zhuang Yuyan landed gracefully first.
She glanced around at the shriveled corpses stuck in the air by branches, and finally her eyes fell on Kaz, and said solemnly: "Just one member of the Wood tribe, relying on this forest, killed hundreds of them?"
Chang Li nodded: "That's right."
"He is a level six Wood Clan warrior." Xiao Yu added in a low voice.
"Well, that's a little tricky."
Zhuang Yuyan came over, squatted down and looked at Kaz's face, releasing a ray of divine consciousness to investigate.
She originally hoped that if this person still had a soul left and wanted Dong Tianze to search for it, she shook her head regretfully.
"Junior brother, have you discovered anything?"
She looked at Pang Jian.
"without."
Pang Jian grabbed the black gauze that was removed from Kaz's body and poured the beast's blood into his mouth while feeling the strangeness of the gauze.
At this time.
Wu Yuan from the Demon Sect and Chen Lushi, who had changed into another robe, also came over from a distance.
Chen Lushi, who had been severely injured by Pang Jian, adjusted her mood behind the tree and became as if nothing had happened.
She stood side by side with Wu Yuan, looking as cold as ice, and became taciturn.
Because she now knows that the bloody creator of this forest, Kaz of the Wood Clan, was killed by Pang Jian alone.
Recalling the attack she suffered just now...
She had a lot of resentment in her heart, but she held it back and did not dare to provoke him again.
"boom!"
Fu Wangchen, who was in a desolate state, suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground like a heavy stone.
Wearing a raincoat woven with white feathers, the tall and handsome Fu Wangchen looked at the black gauze in Pang Jian's hand and said, "Can I part with this thing?"
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ps: There are three updates today~
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