The expression of the goddess Han Jing showed a rare sadness and helplessness.
He has no friends among the gods, except Yingyue.
If he hadn't wanted to team up with Yingyue and him to seize the Star Eater from the Dark Prison, he would never have revealed his true feelings.
This time, He quietly left the divine domain that he ruled and entered this galaxy that had been deserted for many years. He really didn't want to get a piece of the pie from Purgatory.
He is self-aware.
With the great demons He Motian and Tian Wei here, and with Zi Mo from the ghost tribe sitting in charge, what can he do?
The reason why he came here was because the gods gathered here, and the high-ranking god who was pressing on him step by step would not rush into this place to do anything to him.
Gods also have to follow moral rules and regulations, and they will have some concerns when facing the gods like He Motian and purple ink.
"I've never heard you say this." Yingyue looked solemnly and said solemnly: "Who is he? What exactly does he want to do to you?"
"I won't say His name."
Goddess Han Jing sighed bitterly, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "He also gave me some help when I was promoted from a low-level god to a mid-level god. It's just that I was too naive at the time and didn't know that there were no unreasonable things. Gift.”
"The path of the extreme cold god that I have comprehended will help him grow in strength, but as a low-ranking god, I have no ability to help him."
"When I became a middle-level god, he came over to me, and secretly revealed the idea of 'joining the gods'. He is a high-level god, and I am only a middle-level god. If we practice together, he will only make excessive demands for my divine power. This will fulfill Him.”
"I don't have any friends, and I don't have a strong backer. I have no choice but to stay away from my own divine realm and enter this world to avoid Him."
"However, when this catastrophe in purgatory is over, no matter what the outcome is, the gods will leave. And I can only return to my divine realm."
"At that point, I'll have to face Him eventually."
The goddess of cold crystal smiled helplessly and sadly, looked at the illusory altar in front of her, and said: "If I can get some of the rare treasures on the Star Devourer and the rare treasures in the mist, I might be able to find a powerful one." 's backer."
"That way I can get rid of Him."
For Goddess Han Jing, it is unrealistic to be promoted to a high-ranking god in a short time. Unless there is an earth-shattering adventure, there is only a slim hope.
All he wanted to do was use the rare treasure to make friends with another powerful god and usher in more breathing time for himself.
Although, this may also cause Him to fall from one abyss to another.
"I'll help you!"
Ying Yue, who is also a female deity, immediately felt the same after hearing this, and said: "As long as you can let the creatures in that world create a prayer altar to call us, I will take the risk with you!"
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Dark prison.
The eight limbs of Galactus, after chasing Pang Jian to no avail, did not return the way they came.
Strange limbs like long winding dragons stopped over those complete continents.
There are five limbs in it, like five city walls appearing on a piece of land.
And that piece of land is where the powerful people in this world gather.
"howl!"
Among the gray-yellow stars in the sky, the ear-piercing scream of the Star Eater was heard again.
Five non-gold and non-crystalline limbs stabbed into a mountain, inserted into a lake, submerged into a deep pit, entered a city, and stretched across a forest.
Three ninth-level blood warriors from the Dark Spirit Clan, a ninth-level warrior from the Shadow Clan, and a ninth-level strongman from the Sea Clan were instantly locked by the limbs of the Star Eater.
The bad news is here!
Five strong men with bloodlines reaching level nine and souls with vast and far-reaching auras suddenly felt the world spinning.
The five soul shadows suddenly flew away from the flesh and blood body, and were absorbed one by one by the limbs of the Star Eater. In an instant, the souls were destroyed and died.
The other three continents, the Mandrill Clan, the Earth Spirit Clan, and another ninth-level strongman from the Shadow Clan, were also strangled by the Star Eaters at the same time, and their souls were sucked away.
In today's Dark Prison, there are a total of eight warriors of various races who have reached the ninth level of bloodline, and they were killed in an instant.
There were cries and howls.
The young sons and daughters of the families who were protected by those ninth-level warriors were sobbing around their soulless corpses.
One by one, the young people looked at the eight limbs of Galactus slowly returning to the sky with extremely hateful eyes.
In the Dark Prison, there are only eight ninth-level experts in existence, and Galactus had exactly eight limbs separated from them.
From the beginning, he planned to make up for his losses with the souls of the ninth-level experts in Fang Tiandi.
No matter whether they can catch up with Pang Jian or not, no matter what the final result is, those eight ninth-level bloodline people will die.
Because His eating was interrupted, because while He was enjoying the delicious food, a stranger suddenly appeared.
This alone allowed Him to vent his anger on all living beings in the Dark Hell.
To Him, all the people in the Dark Prison are soul food that He has kept in captivity. When and how to eat them depends entirely on His preference.
Without Pang Jian appearing, he could wait a few more years to make those ninth-level experts fatter, waiting for their souls to gather more power and sublimate and transform to a higher stage.
The stronger the soul, the more delicious it is.
Pang Jian's arrival made him feel the crisis, so he didn't wait for the "fruit" to be fully ripe, and picked and ate it first.
…
"Father!"
In the shuttle-shaped ship, the young and handsome Dark Elf warrior's knees seemed to have lost their support. He slumped on the deck, and his voice was hoarse from howling.
His father is the strongest warrior of the Dark Spirit Tribe in this era.
If it weren't for the existence of Galactus, his father would have been a strong man of the ninth level bloodline.
In order to pursue a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, his father kept a low profile and patiently tempered his bloodline over and over again at the eighth level.
The purpose is to find an opportunity to be promoted to level ten in a short time, so as to break through the dark prison and heavenly ban.
The high priest of the tribe told everyone that the Star Eaters would only have time to take care of other things when they were eating stars.
It was also at this time that his father had a chance.
Looking at it now, Galactus still firmly controls the overall situation of the Dark Prison while eating, and can decide the life and death of all living beings at will.
The so-called lack of time to care about other things while eating is probably just a beautiful lie deliberately concocted by Galactus so that the creatures in the Dark Hell can see a slim hope.
Only when there is hope in the heart and knowing that there is a small chance, the sentient beings in this world will continue to work hard to strengthen their bloodline.
Only in this way can you dare to step into the ninth level bloodline and dare to fight for once.
Eight limbs flew into the air, suddenly strangling eight ninth-level bloodline experts, tearing apart the lies he had spun.
It also completely cut off the hope of all living beings in the Dark Prison.
From now on, the high priest of the Dark Spirit Clan will no longer have illusions, and the strong men of other ethnic groups will not work hard to condense and dare not step into the ninth level again.
Because there is no hope, no chance, no possibility.
In fact, it has never happened.
…
The bottom of the dark prison.
Above the mist.
Pang Jian, in the form of an immortal soul, used his radiant divine body to immerse himself in a limb of Galactus, absorbing the abundant energy hidden inside.
He didn't pay much attention to the strange phenomena above the six continents, and didn't pay attention to Galactus' subsequent actions.
Anyway, within a certain range, as long as the limbs of Galactus reappear, he will be able to instinctively notice it.
Since he could escape into the mist at any time, and since Galactus was unwilling to pursue him within the mist, he was in an invincible position.
I don't know how long it took.
All the energy inside this limb that was thousands of feet long was sucked up by Pang Jian. His immortal soul glowed with an increasingly dazzling brilliance as if he had eaten a super-large nourishing holy medicine.
The shape and color of the Immortal Soul is no longer golden, but mixed with various colors.
Seen from a distance, this immortal soul, which is only magnified a dozen times, looks like it is refined from the divine clouds and rainbows. It is extremely gorgeous and has a magnificent beauty that ordinary people cannot imagine.
He himself felt that his body was stronger, and the lightning patterns imprinted on his bones had become much denser.
He also gained a deeper understanding of the special laws of heaven and earth such as vegetation, earth, stars, and ice.
He was already imagining how powerful he could be when he returned to his true form and regained control of the Origin Demon Sword.
True God, can we fight?
Can those alien races, those tenth-level bloodline warriors, compete head-on?
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
"Hoo! Hoo!"
A ship fell from the sky and landed in front of him.
Led by the high priest of the Dark Spirit Tribe, there were also eighth-level elders from the Shadow Tribe, Mandrill Tribe, Sea Tribe, and Earth Spirit Tribe, all kneeling on the deck of the ship.
Kneeling down and touching the ground with your forehead seems to be the greatest respect shown by all ethnic groups to the superior.
"Sir, please help free the Dark Prison and kill Galactus."
The voice of the high priest of the Dark Spirit Tribe was like dripping blood, filled with endless sorrow, anger and resentment.
He kowtowed his head "dong dong dong" and cried loudly again: "You are our only hope! With our own strength and the power of the dark prison, we can never kill or drive him away."
"If he doesn't die, the dark prison will be permanently dark and lightless, and all sentient beings will have no way out."
The other elders from the Mandrill Tribe, Sea Tribe, Shadow Tribe and Earth Spirit Tribe were also trembling, praying that Pang Jian, an outsider, could make Galactus pay the price.
For this reason, they were willing to risk being detected by Galactus and were prepared to die.
"Earth Spirit Clan, Shadow Clan..."
Pang Jian's eyes were complicated.
These two ethnic groups also exist in the fifth realm of purgatory. They were ordered by the alien gods to participate in the ascension to the sky, in order to knock down the human race from the upper realm and kill them.
But in the dark prison, in this world where the word "prison" is ignored, they are just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
As the god of the human race, helping the aliens in the Dark Prison to kill Galactus seemed to go against the strategy of the true gods of the human race.
But this is a dark prison, a world where the true god cannot come, and he is the only hope for all living beings here.
"I will try again, not for you, but because Galactus is precious."
After saying these words, Pang Jian suddenly disappeared into the mist under the expectant gazes of the old men in the dark prison.
He just disappeared, making these old men from various clans in the dark prison look like they were mourning for their heirs.
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(End of chapter)
