A deserted and dead realm.
In the giant stone platform, the fearful evil god roared.
Every syllable he uttered shook the world, carrying a mysterious rhythm, and seemed to be communicating with the memories of his remnant soul scattered throughout this world.
Around him, corpses piled up like mountains.
Many of the corpses were of weird beasts that Nie Tian had never heard of, and there were also some bones of strange races that were different from the human race, the ancient spirit race and other races.
The three Wraith Clan members looked at the Evil God of Fear with fanaticism.
In the distance of this dead realm, there are more members of the Wraith Clan whose aura is not far-reaching and strong, but whose strength is clearly weaker.
Even the three Wraith Clan members looked strange to Nie Tian. They were probably not the group of Wraith Clan members that had appeared at the Realm Gate before.
"One, based on the Void Fortress on the Death Star."
Pei Qiqi turned the Jieyu Prism, looked at the pure underworld energy surging at the stone platform, and said to Nie Tian: "The people of the Wraith Tribe here seem to be able to transform after passing through the Death Star fortress and the stone platform. The complex power in the starry sky extracts the underworld energy. The evil god who escaped from your underworld soul beads seems to be more efficient in gathering the memories of the remaining souls with the help of the stone platform. "
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
The Nether Soul clan members here were shouting at the two strangers, Nie Tian and Pei Qiqi, with angry expressions.
However, since they did not appear at the Realm Gate and did not transmit the human language from Luo Wanxiang through the soul secret technique, they and Nie Tian were unable to communicate through words.
Unable to communicate, they resort to more extreme measures.
"Whoops!"
There were many evil spirits, controlled by their soul secret arts, rushing towards Nie Tian.
The fearful evil god also pointed at Nie Tian and issued an order in the language of the Wraith Clan, asking them to kill Nie Tian.
It was obvious that the evil god of fear in front of him had also temporarily escaped the restraints given by Nie Tian.
"The people of the Wraith Tribe here have weak bloodlines. I will deal with them." Pei Qiqi's bright eyes were slightly cold, and her crystal-like jade fingers moved gently towards the invading Wraith Tribe people and the evil spirits.
"Chi!"
The space was suddenly torn apart, and each evil soul was swallowed up by the cracks.
Also torn apart with the space were the flesh and blood bodies of several members of the Wraith Clan.
In an instant, there were powerful members of the Wraith Clan, roaring.
The souls of the Wraith clan members whose bodies were torn apart immediately fled away. Their souls were only angry, but there was no trace of fear or uneasiness.
"you!"
The fearful evil god pointed at Nie Tian and shouted angrily in the common language of the human race: "You'd better escape from this world immediately! Otherwise, when our memory and power recover, you, the host, will become our first priority The goal!"
"You are also my target!" Nie Tian grinned.
"boom!"
The majestic power of Qi and blood exploded. He transformed into a giant, took one step across, and stood in front of the evil god. He immediately used many powers to form a new virtual ancient talisman.
"ban!"
Just like the mysterious virtual ancient talisman in the Crystal Realm, it was mixed with Nie Tian's blood and soul power, and seemed to naturally suppress the evil god in front of him.
In addition, the confinement power of the virtual ancient talisman itself is equally powerful.
This Evil God of Fear, at the moment when the virtual ancient talisman flew by, was restrained in every way like the Evil God of Resentment. No matter how much he roared and shouted, he could not get the blood and soul marks belonging to Nie Tian in his flesh and soul. After resisting, he was finally pulled into the Wraith Pearl like the resentful evil god.
"The second one." Nie took a deep breath and felt that using two virtual ancient talismans in succession was exhausting. "There are three left. The people of the Wraith Clan here should ignore them."
"Master, the same goes for this fearful evil god. His remnant soul and memories are still gathering." The tool soul said.
"It doesn't matter, I will give them time, in this world, to revive them one by one and have independent consciousness." Nie Tian already had confidence and said to Pei Qiqi again: "The next one."
"Okay." Pei Qiqi nodded.
A bright space light blade flew back from the bloody Wraith clansmen and fell into her sleeve.
She turned the Jieyu Prism again.
An instant later, Nie Tian appeared in a new dead zone and a new stone platform area.
But this time, the Evil God of Despair, the Evil God of Fury, and the Evil God of Murder are all on the list!
The three evil gods, whether through induction or coincidence, are gathering the scattered memories of their souls through the stone platforms.
In addition, there are hundreds of Wraith Clan members with different bloodlines and auras here.
At the gate of the realm, several members of the Nether Soul Clan that Nie Tian had seen were among them, standing under the three evil gods, as if waiting for their orders.
Seeing Nie Tian and Pei Qiqi appear, the Wraith Clan members had cold eyes and strange grins.
In the sky, an illusory and erratic River Styx seemed to be hanging high.
Deputy Palace Master Luo Wanxiang stood under the illusory River of Styx with a look of obsession, staring blankly at the River of Styx, with sincere admiration and admiration on his face!
"The River Styx, the River Styx that runs through the three realms, was transformed by the soul thoughts of the Lord Heavenly Soul..." He was still murmuring to himself.
However, in the Seven-Star Blue Sea, Nie Tian, who had truly seen the branches of the Styx, knew that the Styx in front of him was really an illusion, not the real Styx.
In Nie Tian's eyes, the Styx in front of him seemed to be just a shadow of the real Styx.
He looked carefully and couldn't see any mystery at all from the illusory Styx River.
"This, the junior of your realm, you are also responsible for solving." A member of the Wraith Clan, speaking in a very fluent human language, ordered Luo Wanxiang: "Deal with him and help us open the door to the realm. We will take you to our tribe’s real River Styx to understand the mysteries of the soul within it.”
"We believe that with your level of cultivation, as long as you comprehend new soul knowledge in the longest river of Styx, you will be able to break through the realm and step into the late stage of the so-called divine realm of your human race. It is even possible for you to pass through The true meaning in the River Styx breaks the limits and transcends the realm of gods!"
Those members of the Nether Soul Clan are good at bewitching Luo Wanxiang.
Luo Wanxiang, who was obsessed with the illusory River of Styx, was gradually ignited with evil thoughts by their words, and finally moved his eyes away from the River of Styx, "Where is Mo Heng?"
"He is still guarding the realm gate." Nie Tian frowned and looked at the three recovering evil gods, suddenly feeling a little troublesome.
Luo Wanxiang, who was in the middle stage of the God's Domain, was wielding the Xingluo Wanxiang flag and was so powerful that it was difficult for him to deal with it for the time being, not to mention that he had to be distracted to deal with the three increasingly powerful evil gods.
Pei Qiqi's realm and strength are, at best, only capable of fighting at the level of the Holy Realm.
"It's so lively. Are these guys the so-called Wraith Clan? A native race of this world?" Taishi Tianzong You Qimiao's voice sounded.
He moved the Yin-Yang Mixing Sky Mirror, and suddenly appeared silently, "Chasing you is really tiring."