Inside the dragon's chest wall.
Ling Yimo, who has pale skin, is as light as nothing, and has a boneless body, with his exquisite figure wrapped in a white skirt.
The skirt is dotted with cyan and purple strange talismans.
As she flew through the air, the corners of her skirt fluttered slightly, and the cyan and purple talismans moved with her, as if ghosts were living on the edge of her skirt.
now.
"Under the Dragon's breastbone, there are some ancient texts buried, but they are covered with frost."
She pointed to the thick rock ice and said to Pang Jian: "I hope you can extract the extreme cold power from the rock ice so that the words can emerge intact."
She explained seriously: "I can break the frost crystals, but I'm afraid of accidentally breaking the words that have been buried for countless years."
Pang Jian nodded slightly.
Being looked at by this woman from the Ghost Festival Sect, he had a strange feeling of having his thoughts read through.
With a thought, he suddenly realized that the blood and energy in Ling Yimo's body was extremely low.
The low ones are actually like ordinary practitioners in the marrow-cleansing realm.
This shows that the talented girl from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect in front of her did not care about tempering her body after successfully cleansing her marrow.
Moreover, not only is she physically weak, but the spiritual power wandering around her body... doesn't feel refined and pure enough.
Physique, spiritual sea, and soul are the fundamentals to measure a strong person. Not only are the first two points of hers not outstanding, they are also so weak that Pang Jian feels weird.
However, when Pang Jian tried to sense her sea of consciousness soul, he suddenly felt pressure!
The golden soul that Pang Jian was so proud of was unable to understand the mystery of her soul when faced with this young girl from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, and she felt vaguely suppressed.
Not to mention that the girl's realm is weaker than him, even if she is in the same realm as the soul wandering realm, no one can put pressure on his soul.
"you……"
Seeing her looking at him, Pang Jianzhi said: "Your soul is a bit powerful."
"Well, my soul has been different from ordinary people since I was a child."
Ling Yimo explained softly and pointed at the thick ice, indicating that Pang Jian could take action.
"oh."
Pang Jian, who was secretly shocked, summoned the "Heart of Winter" from his Dantian, and used the secret technique left behind by the Ice Demon that he had comprehended to collect the power within the cave-like ice wall.
Wisps of extreme cold power gradually escape into the "Heart of Winter", and the thick ice cubes quietly dissolve.
Not long after, the dragon's bones, which were more than ten thousand feet long, no longer emitted a pale white luster and became rusty.
Time, like tens of millions of years passed by, infected and corroded the giant dragon's bones.
"Its skeletal dragon body has been corroded for countless years in the mist. Because the dragon's heart retains the power of ice, the dragon's bones can always be as smooth as jade, and now..." Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect said indifferently: "The corrosion of the bones is still coming."
Wu Yuan remained silent.
"You didn't tell me that he has another divine object on his body, and it's also a supernatural god from the outside world." Hong Qiming frowned.
He is fourth on the Soul Traveling Realm list, one step older than Wu Yuan, and claims to be the future pillar of the Demon Sect.
In his eyes, the new generation of Wu Yuan is a talent that can be made.
Privately, he regarded Wu Yuan as his right-hand man and hoped that Wu Yuan would be able to support him in seizing the throne of the sect leader in the future.
"Things from foreign lands are relatively sensitive, and Pang Jian doesn't want people to know about them," Wu Yuan explained.
"Wu Yuan, you have to remember that you are from the Demon Sect, not Jianlou." Hong Qiming looked at him deeply and said seriously: "We and Jianlou have been striving to return to the first realm in recent years. The owner of the building and the master of our Demon Sect will always only think about their own sect."
Wu Yuan said coldly: "I'm not interested in the position you want."
"I know, that's why I think about you in everything." Hong Qiming hummed, and then said: "I will fight for the benefits for you, and I will keep them for you. But I also hope that you can stand by me in the future. around."
He was vaguely aware that after coming out of the trial in the Forbidden Land, Wu Yuan developed some subtle trust in the small group composed of Pang Jian, Zhou Qingchen, Dong Tianze, Qi Qingsong and others.
Recently, Wu Yuan talked about Pang Jian and Dong Tianze more times than anyone else in the Demon Sect.
Hong Qiming felt bad, so he beat him to make him remember his identity.
Wu Yuan responded lukewarmly: "Yeah."
…
"Tick tock!"
The ice water slid down drop by drop.
On the chest wall of the dragon, strange words covered by ice rocks are also appearing one by one.
"Crack!"
The sternum of this giant frost dragon suddenly shattered without the solid support of ice, and spread to the entire dragon skeleton, causing the dragon's body to shatter.
Pang Jian flew out with Ling Yimo of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, and those words had been deeply imprinted in his mind.
However, he did not know the specific meaning of those words.
"Little sister Ling, what news did you get?" Shen Yanxi asked hurriedly.
A group of people from the most powerful sects, who were at the forefront of the Soul Traveling Realm and the Concentrating Soul Realm, focused their attention on Ling Yimo.
The Gufa Sect couple, who were having a love affair in the absence of anyone else, also looked at them curiously.
Although Ling Yimo of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect is at the Concentrating Soul Realm, no one dares to neglect him.
They knew that this girl had a bright future and might be able to surpass the True God and Ghost Mother in the future.
The origin of the girl is also shrouded in mystery, and only their elders know a little bit about it.
"The Creation Institute of Gods and Demons, the third generation product of dragons, the frost dragon, level ten."
Ling Yimo said softly: "I saw these words. The fonts are not the words of our Purgatory world. The existing tribes, including the Celestial Clan, the Demon Scale Clan, and the Ghost Clan, do not have such words."
"But I just know him."
She looked at everyone calmly.
When he arrived next to Hu Yuanfei, Pang Jian was horrified and couldn't help but look at her and then at the others.
It's very strange that none of these powerful people from different worlds find it strange.
Pang Jian finally looked at Hu Yuanfei.
Hu Yuanfei coughed, first took out the sword command from her waist, and then touched Pang Jian's sword command in her palm.
Pang Jian grasped the sword order with understanding and immediately saw Hu Yuanfei's name in a sword light symbol.
Hu Yuanfei's message was also passed on: "This girl's soul has been different from ordinary people since she was a child. She can use her soul to understand the profound traces left by foreign gods in purgatory."
"Even the Ghost Mother of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect suspects...that her soul belongs to Heaven."
Hu Yuanfei, who was carefree and dared to say anything, could only use the sword command to convey her voice when it came to Ling Yimo.
Human body, alien soul?
If this is really the case, then who exactly is Ling Yimo?
The more Pang Jian listened, the more shocked he became.
"There are many extraordinary things. If you can't understand it, don't think about it." Hu Yuanfei's voice came up again: "For example, the boundary wall, and the strange mist. We and the aliens who used to dominate this world have not figured it out yet. Understand, what is going on?”
Pang Jian nodded slightly.
Shen Yanxi said in shock: "The Institute of Creation of Gods and Demons?"
"The third generation of Dragon? Level 10?" Cai Shaoheng from Black Valley's face changed.
"grade ten!"
Lu Yanshu, the pure land, also stepped out of the broken bones of the dragon.
He hovered above the rusty bones and shouted: "Will there be tenth-level dragons in the third generation? Is there a fourth generation? A fifth generation?"
"The Creation Institute of Gods and Demons, the Training Ground of Gods and Demons..." Zhou Yi took a deep breath and looked back with a solemn expression.
Behind, the depths of the gray mist cover more of the continent.
He suddenly had a feeling that in the deepest part of this continent, there was a Gods and Demons Creation Institute, from which the third generation of dragons had emerged.
"The history of this continent may be older than the civilization of our human race." Fan Chen from Taiyi Divine Kingdom suddenly said.
Dressed in white, he was floating on the withered bones of the dragon's head, with surprise written on his handsome face.
"We have all heard that the alien races in the outer world call our purgatory world the trial ground of gods and demons. And I, after tracing the history of alien races and spiritual beasts over the years and visiting the broken and forbidden lands of all major worlds, I actually came to the conclusion Some conclusions.”
Fanchen paused for a moment, looked at the crowd, and said with a stern expression: "The alien race should not be the native ethnic group of Purgatory! They seem to have been suddenly thrown into the world of Purgatory at a certain moment."
"Spiritual beasts, ferocious beasts, and all kinds of behemoths seem to be the previous owners of Purgatory."
"And we humans..."
Fan Chen frowned deeply and said, "There is no trace to be found."
"You guys stay here for now while I go explore the depths."
Ling Yimo, who was still from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, was obviously only at the Concentrating Soul Realm, but he was floating towards the other end of the land like a ghost.
"call!"
In just a moment, she disappeared from everyone's sight!
Like a ghost who could teleport, she went from the location of the dragon's bones to... the depths of the land filled with mist in the blink of an eye!
Zhou Qingchen couldn't help but screamed: "She, she has entered the mist!"
Born in the fourth realm, he has always been in awe of the mist. The knowledge he received is that the mist and the boundary wall are mysterious and terrifying, and they are forbidden places for all living creatures.
Although he had gone in and out of the mist, Zhou Qingchen was still extremely afraid of the mist. He didn't expect Ling Yimo to be so decisive and deep.
Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Let's wait for her to come out."
The Jiuli Sect and the Ghost Sacrifice Sect were on the same continent, so he naturally knew how strange Ling Yimo was, and he also knew that the Ghost Mother had devoted everything she had to this girl.
In the eyes of the ghost mother, Ling Yimo is her way to understand Tianwai and the key to her understanding of the secrets of the gods.
"Zhou Yi, there are aliens nearby." Hong Qiming's face darkened and he said, "Didn't you say that all the aliens around you have been dealt with?"
"They should be new ones." Zhou Yi didn't look flustered at all. He thought for a moment and said, "This is in the most fringe area, and aliens and ferocious beasts will not deliberately come here. I believe that no powerful alien has noticed this place yet. "
"Do you want to report this to your superiors?" Fan Chen asked.
"No need." Zhou Yi shook his head and said calmly: "I will handle it."
He disappeared quietly.
However, after a long, long time, he did not reappear here.
Similarly, Ling Yimo, the Ghost Sacrifice Sect who had gone deep into the mist, seemed lost and did not step out.
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(End of chapter)
