Pang Jian observed secretly.
When the Black Turtle Armor's "underground burrowing" talent was activated, as long as he stayed underground and didn't move, the consumption of his energy and blood would not be severe.
He dared to stay where he was, but the bald evil cultivator on the surface did not dare to do so, and kept repeating the strange posture of falling from mid-air.
—This situation is obviously beneficial to Pang Jian.
"Evil cultivator..."
Pang Jian, who was not in a hurry to attack, had a dead leaf appear in his palm.
Injecting a ray of spiritual power, he squinted his eyes and felt it silently, noticing that the spiritual power slowly flowed along the natural veins of the leaves.
The leaves suddenly released a breath that made life wither away.
All living beings and all things seem destined to be destroyed and withered under the evil power within the leaves.
Pang Jian frowned, realizing the dead silence, desolation and evilness in it.
He discovered that because his spiritual power was the source of the power that drove the patterns on the leaves, the evil power of withering that emerged from the leaves would not affect him.
"call!"
He took out the smooth animal skin again.
He followed the same method and injected his spiritual power into it. He saw that the originally smooth hide had wrinkles on it, like the area below the neck of some ferocious beast.
A dark green miasma suddenly dissipated, corroding his flesh with a "hissing" sound, but most of the poison was blocked by his silver-coated body.
"This is actually an indiscriminate attack."
Pang Jian's face changed and he quickly stopped injecting spiritual power and went to deal with the small amount of poison that had entered his body.
Soon, the toxins that were still infecting his flesh and blood were eliminated without a trace.
"Leaves with natural tree patterns can be used. Animal skins also have animal patterns buried under the folds. As long as they are naturally formed and not artificially tempered or carved, they can be used in the Spirit Prayer Forbidden Land."
He got the point.
The black tortoise shell attached to his chest has the same properties as animal skins and leaves, so it can activate the talents of "escape underground" and "pass through mountains", allowing him to kill the two evil cultivators first.
"Hey, you want to escape now?"
Pang Jian snorted coldly with the corner of his mouth pulled.
The bald evil cultivator on the surface was exhausted from continuous flying and landing, and he had been waiting for a long time for him to show up, so he was forced to flee.
“When the black tortoise continues to grow stronger, if its armor can stimulate its innate ability to control gravity, it will be difficult for this bald guy to fly.”
With this thought in mind, Pang Jian began to move quietly underground.
“Hmm!”
He suddenly noticed that under the ground above his head, there were strands of bright red blood, as if being pulled by some force and converging towards one place.
The blood was several inches below the ground, so the bald evil cultivator above could not notice it at all.
"Spider Face!"
After taking a closer look, Pang Jian was sure that the strands of bright red blood were flowing towards the beautiful face with a human face and a spider body.
The source of the blood was the two evil cultivators who were killed by him with the Jingzhi Gun!
Pang Jian, sensing something was wrong, gave up the idea of engaging the bald evil cultivator in a duel of wits and courage, and evacuated from the area as soon as possible.
After a moment.
He suddenly flew out from the ground and flew towards another area in the opposite direction of the bald cultivator.
He also deliberately let the bald evil cultivator see his figure and see him moving away.
"This troublesome guy has really been hiding underground. He finally showed up when he saw that I was leaving."
The bald evil cultivator sneered and snorted.
The place where he was standing and the place where Pang Jian escaped from the earth were in two different directions.
Between the two of them was the broken stone statue with a human face and a spider body.
The evil cultivator whose companions had died did not rush to leave when Pang Jian left, but instead looked at the bodies of his two companions from a distance.
He muttered, “Although the animal skin and the leaves are lost, they still have the storage bag.”
After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and returned to the corpse, remaining vigilant throughout.
He was still worried that Pang Jian was trying to murder him, so he deliberately let him see him and then sneaked back quietly.
Soon, he came to the body of the first companion, and when he reached out and pulled off the storage bag, fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He couldn't help but scream.
His companion who had previously controlled the animal skin had not a drop of blood left in his body and had turned into a mummy in a very short time.
"What kind of evil technique did that kid practice?"
The bald evil cultivator felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
He felt that Pang Jian, who entered the place of prayer for the spirits for the first time, was even more terrifying than them. Perhaps he had sacrificed himself to some evil god.
—This was how he obtained the secret technique of being able to suck human blood in a short period of time.
"This boy will be an alien in the Spirit Praying Land. You must be careful in the future."
He came to the body of his second companion, and when he pulled off the storage bag, he saw a dried corpse that had also lost its blood.
He became more and more certain that Pang Jian was hiding underground and not waiting for an opportunity to attack him, but was sucking the blood from his two companions.
"Is he practicing the secret art of the Blood Moon? No, the Blood Moon does not absorb human blood. It only draws power from the blood of animals that is rich in vitality."
Just when he was confused, he suddenly felt someone lying not far away, watching him silently.
He turned his head and saw an extremely beautiful face that was smiling at him.
The bald evil cultivator's hair stood on end and he felt instantly horrified.
At this moment, the bald evil cultivator also noticed that the beautiful human face engraved on the stone now had flesh and blood, and the skin was plump and emitting a faint white glow.
His enchantingly beautiful face has a kind of magic that can make people's souls sink, and His pupils are like a mysterious lake with constant rippling waves.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"ah!"
At the other end, Pang Jian stopped suddenly.
He listened silently to the bald evil cultivator's shrill and strange howls, not knowing what exactly was happening.
But he guessed that the god statue that quietly devoured the blood of the two evil cultivators must have targeted the bald cultivator.
Resisting the urge to look back, he waited for a while until the screaming sound stopped, then he sped away.
after.
He was very careful along the way, avoiding all the broken stone statues and wood carvings, and remained in awe of the damaged and irreparable altar.
Don't touch, don't explore, and suppress your inner curiosity.
He is still going deeper.
Unable to use the technique of wielding a spear, he could only dodge on foot, and the journey seemed long to him.
He didn't stop again until he encountered something strange that surprised him.
A beehive filled with numerous cells appeared in front of Pang Jian like a collapsing mountain.
The beehive that collapsed to the ground in front of him was much larger than the one Pang Jian had seen in the Worm Valley of the Cenji Mountains, the one that was pierced by a Sky Phoenix bone.
When he looked closely, Pang Jian realized that it was not carved from a piece of stone, but from a real mountain!
"Beehive, is it also some...deity from another land?"
Pang Jian was even more frightened.
The broken statue of a human face and a spider body was eerie in every way. It should have devoured the flesh and blood of the three evil cultivators. It really looked a bit like some evil gods.
As for the beehive in front of us...
With a raise of his eyebrows, Pang Jian took out the bronze plate named "Outside Purgatory", held it in his palm and slowly approached it.
During this process, he maintained the highest level of vigilance.
The horror of the broken stone statue with a human face and a spider body still makes him feel frightened. He is afraid that the beehive will also suddenly become abnormal and that he will end up like the three evil cultivators.
“Wow!”
He cast a deep red shield and gathered together all the strange powers that could be fused into one.
The silver skin of the "Illusion Bone Realm", the black tortoise shell on the chest, and the five leaves covering the heart were all used by him.
He also secretly maintained a sensory connection with the black turtle and the small tree.
Whenever deadly danger appeared, he planned to give up his desire to explore and evacuate from this shattered beehive carved out of mountains and rivers.
Thirty steps, twenty steps, one step!
Pang Jian, who had made all the preparations, did not notice anything wrong with the environment. Instead, the bronze plate in his palm gradually became hot.
“There’s hope!”
He cheered up a little.
Seven steps, five steps, three steps, one step!
He stopped at a broken piece of honeycomb and considered it for a moment, then touched the piece of honeycomb with the bronze medal.
—not with his hands.
"when!"
The crisp sound of metal hitting stone was heard.
A seemingly extremely solid honeycomb-like stone silently turned into... stone powder!
Pang Jian was stunned for a moment, then walked to the second stone and hit it with the bronze plate again.
Another pile of new stone powder formed in an instant.
At this moment, Pang Jian suddenly recalled the small island on Wulan Lake, watching the "strange fog" slowly spreading and turning the towering peaks into dust silently.
"Instead of a bronze medal, what about a shocking gun?"
When he reached another honeycomb of stone, he stabbed it with the tip of his lance.
"when!"
The crisp sound of metal colliding was accompanied by sparks.
The huge stone that built the beehive not only did not turn into a pile of stone powder, but also wisps of evil power that infected the soul penetrated along the tip of the gun into Pang Jian's arm holding the gun.
When Pang Jian shuddered, the evil forces that wanted to infect his soul disappeared into the bronze medal.
With eyes full of astonishment, he immediately realized that these broken stones were also unusual, because he hit them with the bronze plate called "Gate of Purgatory", and they turned into stone powder in the blink of an eye.
If it were someone else, no matter what they used to touch the stone, the evil power would surge into their soul!
then.
He searched for each stone one by one, and knocked all the broken honeycombs carved from the entire mountain with the bronze plate.
“Dang! Dang-dang-dang!”
Stones of varying sizes were transformed into stone powder of varying sizes, turning the area into a sea of stone and sand.
When Pang Jian could no longer see any rubble, he noticed that the bronze door had opened slightly.
He squinted his eyes and looked closely.
Inside the "Gate of Purgatory", deep in the thick "weird fog", in the beehive suspended in it, a small... bee pupa appeared.
It is golden all over, like a gold nugget, shining with a dazzling glow!
“Ka!”
The "Gate of Purgatory" opened for a moment and then suddenly closed again.
When Pang Jian was confused, he immediately noticed that the bronze plate in his fingers began to absorb the two powers in his body.
The power of qi and blood, as well as the heart and spirit!
In his sea of consciousness, wisps of spiritual awareness rapidly shrank.
The thick and vast blood mist inside the divine pool of creation in the chest cavity suddenly became much thinner.
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(End of this chapter)