The body of Galactus is not flesh and blood in the conventional sense, but is like a combination of metal and jade, strong and flexible.
Pang Jian used the power of the Great Dao that he had comprehended, and repeatedly bombarded and tore apart parts of Galactus' limbs, only to cut some gaps.
To Galactus, these were superficial injuries, not real injuries.
Seeing eight more limbs flying out from the gray-yellow star, Pang Jian thought hard in secret.
"If there is the Origin Demonic Sword, the Heart of Winter, and that thunder pool..."
He subconsciously thought of those handy weapons.
The material of the Origin Demon Sword is extremely sharp. Under his control, a higher level of power is poured into it for slashing, and it is very possible to cut off the limbs of Galactus.
Unfortunately, he came in a hurry and couldn't bring the artifact with him.
Seeing Galactus' new limbs getting closer and closer, he thought that he might need to miniaturize the immortal soul and fight with a normal human body.
Being small in size, it will obviously have an advantage in dealing with the next wave of attacks from Galactus.
At this moment, a ray of light gushed out from the crack in the limb fell on his immortal spirit.
Pang Jian's eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a strange feeling like swallowing a fine nectar.
Those lights were very turbid, like a liquid river of light, containing extremely refined energy.
In that incomparably rich energy, there are also beams of photoelectricity, like the ice on the broken rock ground, and veins of thunder and lightning, like the star veins and moon veins of Xingyue Valley.
The beam fell into Pang Jian's body and directly integrated into the bones imprinted with different laws and avenues, actually filling in the missing traces of the avenue.
On the shiny white bones that represented the mystery of extreme cold, as soon as the bright beam came, it combined with the original ghost lightning of the Dao pattern, giving Pang Jian some new insights into the laws of extreme cold.
The stars, the earth, and the bones of vegetation also had similar strange beam marks, which amazed Pang Jian.
The alien star eater, the blood-like brilliance swaying in one limb, in addition to containing thick energy, can it also supplement the secrets of the great path that he has missed?
This thing is simply a treasure!
No wonder Fandi would say that the gods in the outer starry sky are most eager to capture the supernatural beings so that they can be turned into magical weapons to conquer the endless void.
"The limbs of Star Eater are of great benefit to my immortal spirit. This is also the first strange object discovered so far that can enhance the immortal spirit. I must take good care of it."
Thinking like this, Pang Jian, who was hugging a piece of Galactus' limb, suddenly pulled hard.
Its majestic divine body seemed to be dragging a giant python thousands of feet away from the gray-yellow star.
"howl!"
Inside the star, Galactus screamed strangely.
"Kick-kick-kick!"
In the deep cracks in the ground, more limbs of the Star Devourer were revealed, biting and twisting like dragons and snakes on the surface of the stars, causing waves that destroyed the heaven and the earth.
Above the stars, there is a crude temporary temple built by the alien gods, located on some mountain tops.
The violent roar of Galactus formed a wave of terror that spread around, not only destroying all the palaces, but also grinding all the mountains above the stars to the ground.
Star Eater was furious, the stars were flattened, and the mighty soul breath filled the air crazily.
The eight long limbs, like sharp divine weapons or cold galactic battleships, accelerated towards Pang Jian.
Inside his non-gold and non-crystalline limbs, there are countless strange lines that are lit up, like his unique blood vessels and meridians.
He had gone through so much trouble to devour and refine it, and all the rich energy remaining in his limbs was stimulated by him, and he was about to kill Pang Jian, the thief, and take back one of his limbs.
Under the dome of the dark prison, the gray-yellow stars became dim, while the eight limbs He shot out became brighter and brighter.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Eight dazzling meteors illuminated the six continents below, suddenly as bright as day.
The eternally dark prison became brightly lit at this moment, and all the creatures living in the prison, no matter what they were doing, rushed out to look up at the stars.
This is a wonder!
In their long or short lives, they have never seen the dark prison become so bright, let alone the nightmare Galactus, as violent and angry as he is today.
Then, even those alien tribesmen with lower bloodlines saw Pang Jian.
Watching him hug a limb of Galactus, fly through the void of the Dark Prison, and rush towards a boundary wall.
"Still can't beat Galactus."
The high priest of the Dark Spirit Tribe flew up from the shuttle-shaped ship.
His heart was also high, fearing that Pang Jian would be caught up by the eight limbs of Galactus.
"Quick! Faster! Faster!"
The high priest howled in his heart.
He knew that the Galactus' limbs had a certain distance limit from itself. If the limbs were too far away from the body, the transmission of energy would be affected.
Without the support of the body's energy, the deterrence of his limbs cannot be maximized, and he is likely to be injured again by Pang Jian.
"God bless you."
Saint Cuiling is also praying quietly.
Every limb of Galactus has vision and intelligence, and both she and the High Priest are careful not to be noticed by Galactus' limbs.
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In the void, Pang Jian himself gradually became aware of the weaknesses of Galactus' limbs.
The eight limbs chasing him, as well as the one he stabbed and took away, were farther away from the gray-yellow star where Galactus was entrenched, the weaker the soul energy flowing in them became.
Just like when he used the shock spear, the distance between the shock spear and his true body also had a limit.
After realizing this, he forgot all about it and squandered the power in his body, speeding through the sky of the dark prison.
Anyway, the radiance that spewed out from the limb he had chopped off was of endless use, and would definitely be able to make up for the power he had consumed.
This went on for a while.
After hijacking a limb of Galactus, he saw the familiar shuttle-shaped ship below, and knew that he was approaching from the mysterious fog when he came.
At this time, the surging soul breath in the limb he was embracing suddenly disappeared in an instant.
The eight limbs flying towards him were like meteors chasing the moon, and they were also constantly slowing down.
It seemed that he was unwilling to accompany him to escape into the mist, and it seemed that he was about to reach the limit of the distance between his limbs and his body. In short, the limbs of the Galactus stopped pursuing him.
Galactus gave up.
Pang Jian was in a good mood. He held a strange limb that was thousands of feet long and walked slowly towards the location of the mist and the boundary wall.
He inserted his two arms into the gap between the limbs, as if they were submerged into an ocean of vast energy.
The several kinds of energy inside are thick and pure. Although they are mixed together, they can be separated by his immortal spirit and then integrated into the joints and chest one by one.
"It's a pity that this limb doesn't have the lightning, soul, or flesh and blood energy that Fandi needs."
He grunted and got closer and closer to the mist.
"You'd better not enter the mist, and quietly refine the limbs of Galactus in the secret place of this world."
A familiar cold voice sounded from a star in his chest, saying: "The strong corrosive force in the mist will destroy the precious energy essence in the limbs. When refining in the mist, the energy will be damaged a lot, and it will be in vain. It’s a waste of a rare treasure that was born and raised.”
The voice was vague but clear, clearly coming from the goddess Han Jing.
Pang Jian's face darkened and he responded: "How dare you spy on me?"
"Surveillance?"
The cold crystal goddess smiled bitterly in the outer galaxy, "In order to see your every move, I have exhausted three drops of divine blood. It takes me decades to condense one drop of divine blood."
"You ruthless man, I am worried that you will be eaten by Galactus, and I want to give you accurate advice when your life hangs by a thread."
"You actually said I was spying on you?"
The cold crystal goddess let out a nervous laugh.
It sounds like there is some disappointment.
Pang Jian ignored it and planned to refine the limb of Star Eater first, and then find a way to deal with the star in his body that echoed the cold crystal goddess.
He didn't care at all about the three drops of precious divine blood that Goddess Han Jing had paid.
When he thought that his whereabouts would often be exposed to the eyes of an outside god, he felt like a thorn in his back.
However, he still followed the advice of the Cold Crystal Goddess, and indeed he did not drag the limb into the mist, but instead sank to the bottom of the dark prison.
He continued to sink until he was far enough away from the gray-yellow star before he stopped.
Under his feet was the strange mist at the bottom of the prison.
Once here, even if the Star Eater rushes away from the stars and drives his body to find him, he can escape into the mist in an instant.
Next, he began to enjoy his delicious food with confidence.
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Above the moon, in the temple.
"Is he dead?"
Yingyue changed into a long dress full of floral flowers, and looked at the cold crystal goddess whose complexion was getting fairer and her energy was a little low. She frowned and said: "According to what you said, the Star Devourer is not weak. It should be the tenth level among the supernatural beings. He only forged a strange divine body in the world of Purgatory. Can it really threaten Galactus?"
"He took away a piece of the Star Eater's body." Goddess Han Jing suddenly raised her eyebrows and said: "If you and I can be included, it will not be difficult to kill the Star Eater."
"How do we get in?" Yingyue asked.
"Advent."
Goddess Han Jing, who had already made a plan, said: "I carefully observed that there are creatures in that world that can accommodate your and my divine consciousness. As long as we build a prayer altar corresponding to ours in our own way and select two With a suitable carrier, if we descend a part of the divine consciousness, we will have a certain amount of combat power."
"The world of hell only restricts flesh and soul, not artifacts."
"You and I can send our artifacts through the prayer altar. With two suitable bodies and holding our artifacts, we can exert 30% of our power in the dark prison."
"With 30% of your strength and mine, if we cooperate with him, we can 100% kill Galactus!"
He spoke His plan.
Yingyue's eyes brightened slightly, she thought for a while and said, "It is indeed feasible."
"There is a high-ranking god who has been harassing me all these years. I can only be promoted as soon as possible without fear of his intimidation." Goddess Han Jing sighed and said: "Yingyue, please help me."
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(End of chapter)
