No matter how much the source demon cried and begged, Pang Jian was completely indifferent this time.
In the strange world in the sword, those demonic foreign objects belonging to the source demon were completely destroyed by its golden consciousness.
This vicious and cunning demon from the outside world who has never truly surrendered can be reborn through evil thoughts and evil thoughts in people's hearts as long as he still has some evil thoughts.
Only when the evil thoughts are eradicated can they disappear.
But this time, Pang Jian finally made up his mind to wipe out his evil thoughts!
The source demon who refused to cooperate and repeatedly caused mischief and backfired, leaving too many hidden dangers around him, and it would be difficult to quell the anger in his heart without getting rid of it.
"Pang Jian, are you okay?"
When the boundless darkness faded, Wu Yuan saw Pang Jian covered in blood and holding a sword, and he did not dare to ask carelessly: "Are you still Pang Jian?"
After Hong Qiming held the sword for a moment, the picture changed to a different person, and he still remembered it.
He didn't know if Pang Jian was the same.
"It's okay, this sword is useless."
Pang Jian sat down with a crash on the ground. He first slowly and laboriously incorporated the thunder pool into the spiritual sea.
At this moment, the spiritual shield that protected his body was shattered, the black tortoise shell that protected his heart exploded and disappeared, and even the leaves of life turned into nothingness due to the backlash of the source demon.
After possessing Hong Qiming, the source demon took control of the magic lamp and held the sword, and the power it unleashed was terrifying.
Without the protection of those missing strange objects, Pang Jian would most likely be torn apart by the source demon's counterattack in an instant.
Even now, the trauma inside his body was still terrifying.
Unable to communicate with Xuangui and Yunze Xiaoshu, he hurriedly took out the Yun Shen Dan and the Great Blood Yuan Dan, took the pills and adjusted his breathing to heal his injuries.
Killing the source demon consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness, which must be nourished with Yunshen Dan. Physical injuries cannot be healed by Xiaoshu's power, so he can only rely on the Great Blood Yuan Dan.
He lowered his head and adjusted his breath, using his strength to accelerate the smelting power of the pills, and then went to thaw the frozen spiritual sea.
"Are you the demon soul who destroyed the Origin Demon Sword?"
Wu Yuan distinguished carefully.
He was afraid of approaching deceitfully, and said curiously: "Your protective shield has disappeared, and your flesh and blood are exposed in the mist. It seems that there is no serious problem."
"I really don't feel anything unusual," Pang Jian said.
Ling Yimo of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, his soul left his body and entered the Gods and Demons Creation Institute. His body turned into withered bones, and his flesh and blood were eroded away in a short period of time.
The same was true for Cao Jingbai later.
Now, he was severely injured and the Gangshield was shattered, and he did not refine it again in time, but he was safe and sound in the mist.
He secretly checked his own situation.
Immediately, he discovered that the bronze medal named "Gate of Purgatory" quietly released an aura, covering his entire body.
This breath comes from the thick fog inside the bronze medal, and seems to have the same origin as the mysterious fog.
After thinking for a moment, he changed his statement: "I can be fine in a short time."
"Wow!"
He took out the Qingying Gangshao again.
When Wu Yuan was amazed, he grabbed the ownerless clear oil lamp after Hong Qiming died.
He had a clean oil lamp in one hand, and the magic sword without the source demon in the other, and said with emotion: "Wu Yuan, the demon in the outer realm is extremely treacherous and unruly. Did it induce you when it was bewitching the flood?"
"have."
Wu Yuan thought for a moment and then frankly explained the situation at that time.
"Anyone who holds this demon sword will be quickly turned against the master by the source demon and become its slave." Pang Jian said with lingering fear.
He had finally seen how terrifying the Origin Demon was.
Without the Black Tortoise Armor, the Leaf of Life, this tempered body, and the terrifying thunder of the thunder pool, he would have been killed by the Origin Demon.
If so, the source demon will transform into Hong Qiming, use Hong Qiming's body to kill Wu Yuan, seize the Purple Demon Eye, and refine the image of a god in it, the Great Demon God He Motian.
How powerful can such a source demon be?
Pang Jian frowned and said, "By the way, it said it knew He Motian."
"He Motian in the eyes of the Purple Demon has no self-spiritual consciousness and cannot communicate." Wu Yuan thought for a while and explained: "The ancestors of the Demon Sect from generation to generation have methods to suppress and refine the demons from outside the realm. But the real Refining will often eliminate the spiritual intelligence of the demon, and then it will become like this."
In the purple demon eyes above his head, the towering demonic figure with four heads, four faces, and four arms became as sluggish as a dead statue because it lost its opponent.
It seemed that only when a battle broke out could he inspire his instinct to fight.
Wu Yuan said again: "Yuan Mo is an exception."
"I almost died because of this exception." Pang Jian's mind moved, and the extinguished oil lamp and the Demon Soul Sword suddenly disappeared from his bracelet.
Without the soul of the source demon, the extinguished clear oil lamp can be stored in storage containers because there is no soul inside.
"I will report the cause of Hong Qiming's death and the rest of his relics after returning to the Demon Sect." Wu Yuan confirmed that Pang Jian was himself, then came over, peeled off a ring from Hong Qiming's body, and asked : "Pang Jian, should I say it was I who killed Hong Qiming, or you?"
"Just say you killed it yourself."
"good."
Afterwards, the two of them adjusted their breaths to recover.
During this period, Pang Jian used his wide-covering consciousness to gain insight into the battle situation on Liu Youyu's side.
He noticed that Zhou Yi from Jiuli Sect disappeared at some point.
Liu Youyu, Hu Yuanfei and Fan Chen were searching everywhere with their respective leaders.
"Jiuli Sect has some skills."
While Pang Jian was concentrating on his spiritual thoughts, he casually scanned the Gods and Demons Creation Institute.
Suddenly his hair stood on end!
See!
In that majestic but illusory strange city suspended in the deep mist, the soul of Ling Yimo, a girl from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, is no longer floating around.
She stood quietly at a window in the city, looking at everyone as if from another world.
Her eyes kept moving.
Her eyes fell on the flying fish boat Liu Youyu was riding on, Fanchen and Hu Yuanfei, and also looked at Zhou Qingchen and Lu Yanshu.
As if she felt Pang Jian's gaze, her eyes looking away suddenly focused on Pang Jian's face.
Eyes facing each other.
"Wow!"
The golden soul in Pang Jian's consciousness was bombarded by evil and strange forces, and suddenly shone with a golden light.
But in the courtyard of the creation of gods and demons, the cries of countless dead ghosts could be heard inside Ling Yimo's strange soul body.
The dead souls of countless worlds, covering thousands of species of advanced intelligent races, are all weeping and howling.
The cries and howls of billions of ghosts converged into a mighty sound wave, turning into an extremely terrifying soul pressure, directed at Pang Jian's golden soul.
Space, as if there is no sense of boundaries.
Pang Jian and her seemed to be suddenly at the same latitude, in the same world.
She penetrated directly into Pang Jian's sea of consciousness across the Gods and Demons Creation Institute, across the mist, and Pang Jian's body.
"Chichi!"
Beams of golden light suddenly spattered from Pang Jian's nostrils, eye pupils, and ears.
Wu Yuan was startled and shouted: "Pang Jian!"
"Pang Jian!"
Another voice suddenly sounded.
The flying fish boat floated by, and Liu Youyu from the Yuanqing Divine Kingdom shone its light on Pang Jian with the Xuantian Divine Mirror.
When Pang Jian's figure flashed in the mirror, Liu Youyu immediately saw clearly that there were many eerie and evil threads wrapped around Pang Jian's body.
"The Ghost Cause and Effect Line!"
Liu Youyu's little face showed solemnity and he quickly used the power of the Xuantian Divine Mirror.
This magical mirror, which can seal the power of the most powerful person, suddenly had wisps of divine light and sword light, cutting off the weird lines that were densely wrapped around Pang Jian's body.
"The Ghost Cause and Effect Line!"
Wu Yuan also screamed in shock.
He could not see through those terrifying threads with his naked eyes or his spiritual consciousness, but he saw those dense threads on Pang Jian's body in Liu Youyu's Xuantian Divine Mirror.
The Ghost Karma Kung Fu is a secret that has not been passed down by the Ghost Sacrifice Sect. Only the current sect leader and his chosen people are qualified to understand and practice it.
This skill is extremely sinister, and it is rumored that it can forcibly tamper with a person's cause and effect through the mysterious ghost cause and effect line.
Once this kind of line that contains the avenue of cause and effect is entangled with someone, the time of that person's life and death, as well as the past, present, and future, can be tampered with.
The reason why the Ghost Mother is awe-inspiring to all living beings in Purgatory is because she has cultivated the ghost karma to a great level.
"Little junior brother!"
Hu Yuanfei moved the Kunpeng sword, as if she were riding a Kunpeng.
She also saw those ghost causal threads wrapped around Pang Jian's body, and said angrily: "The little bitch of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect dares to huddle in the Gods and Demons Creation Institute to cast spells, and will not stop even after his body dies!"
"It's okay, I chopped it off."
Liu Youyu breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat and turned to look behind him.
It's like being in the Creation Institute of Gods and Demons in another world. Ling Yimo is leaning against the window and looking at Pang Jian, and he is wandering around like a ghost.
It was as if she had never stopped flying and had never laid a hand on Pang Jian.
At this moment, Pang Jian's figure in the Xuantian Divine Mirror was still there, but there was no thread left on his body.
"Whoops!"
Pang Jian, who was breathing heavily, was also sweating coldly inside the Qingyinggang mask.
Just looking at each other for a moment, the golden soul in his consciousness doubled in size.
He didn't know what the "ghost causal thread" was, but with his own soul, he could see that there were cold silk threads just appearing on his body.
It felt like slim, cold snakes that were about to burrow into his flesh and veins and swim into his Dantian spiritual sea, trying to tamper with his karma and destiny.
And because his soul was desperately resisting Ling Yimo's evil power, his soul and body were in an incoherent state.
If Liu Youyu hadn't come over, summoned the artifact Xuantian Mirror, and used the power of the True God sealed in the mirror, he would most likely have suffered a second time.
The source demon that counterattacked only had the cultivation level of Condensation Realm, and Ling Yimo, whose body was shattered and only his soul remained, almost killed him.
Pang Jian felt cold in his heart and his face was extremely dark.
He clearly realized that in this land where many geniuses gathered, even if he also possessed magical powers, he might die at any moment.
Here, he is not unique, nor is he necessarily the one with the most cards.
"You two can do it. Even Hong Qiming was killed by you."
Fan Chen arrived late. He didn't see any "ghost causality line". The first thing he saw was a pile of new dead bones.
——That was Hong Qiming’s body after his flesh and blood had been corroded.
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(End of chapter)
