The golden peng birds and the thick black artillery fire collided and exploded into flames all over the sky.
The blood-stained Peng bird suddenly condensed into a drop of golden divine blood and returned to the bird's divine bones.
"Chi! Chi!"
Above Jingze's white bones, wisps of golden light and electricity moved and emanated into the golden divine blood, as if giving each drop of the divine blood a new spiritual consciousness.
Soon, a new golden roc flapped its wings and flew out, continuing to intercept the incoming cannon fodder.
Below the void, on a jet-black warship that was different in shape from the Purgatory World ship, many members of the ghost tribe were standing.
They were dressed luxuriously, and some even held exquisite glassware, as if they were tasting fine wine, appearing to have extraordinary temperament.
"Ghosts, how can they come here from the fifth realm?"
"Why are the warships they own so gorgeous? What are those turrets and those black spirit crystals?"
Tianshuize's disciples were shocked by the scene before them.
"Four pieces of broken land? Oh my god, have we come to the wrong place? The Absolute Forbidden Land is just one piece of broken land, why are there four of them?"
"Surrounded by lightning, sealed by ice, and raging with flames!"
"Where did those three pieces of broken land come from?"
The people on the Shanshui Lingzhou were in a panic.
The scene that suddenly appeared was so different from what they had imagined that they were at a loss.
"Those ghosts are definitely not from our world. The ghosts I've come into contact with don't have this kind of graceful temperament." Wu Yuan took a deep breath and saw that there were artillery fire aimed at the Mountain and Water Spirit Boat. He said, "Get ready to fight. Whether we like it or not, we have to fight to the death with the aliens."
"Another world?"
"Where exactly are we?"
Amid the strange cries of fear, the Shanshui Lingzhou took advantage of the fact that the Tianpeng bird attracted most of the artillery fire and took the opportunity to land on the piece of broken land that looked relatively normal.
"shoot!"
From deep within the jungle in the forbidden land of heaven, a cold command suddenly came out.
“Wow!”
A giant with eight arms, a hundred feet tall and naked upper body, suddenly appeared with his head raised.
He used his eight muscular arms, holding a huge bow and arrow, and continuously shot at the rapidly falling Mountain and Water Spirit Boat.
The arrows were like dazzling meteors, shooting towards the mountain and water spirit boat.
The slowly falling Mountain and Water Spirit Boat was riddled with holes shot by the eight-armed giant's light arrows. The survivors of Tianshuize and the Demon Sect were forced to fly out before the Mountain and Water Spirit Boat could sink.
“Boom!”
The Shanshui Lingzhou crashed as soon as it landed.
"kill!"
Those foreign warriors who were wandering in the wilderness, hunting down independent cultivators and children of aristocratic families, some were riding chariots, some were stepping on black feathers, and some were riding silver-like flying horses, rushing to the people from Tianshuize and the Demon Sect who had landed.
"Tianshuize's mountain and water spirit boat!"
"The Demon Sect's banner!"
"Also, the people from the desolate land of Northern Ruins!"
"We are saved, we finally made it until reinforcements show up!"
"… "
In the forbidden valley, beside the stream, at the foot of the mountain, deep in the jungle.
The people from the Purgatory World, who had been hiding and dealing with alien races, cheered in surprise.
Some people even cried with joy.
“Bang!”
The moment Chen Lushi landed, she looked up at the sky, her beautiful eyes shining brightly as she said, "In the desolate land, Fu Wangchen..."
From Jiang Chao, she already knew Fu Wangchen's identity, and she thought that the one who guided the Mountain and Water Spirit Boat here was this peerless genius from the desolate land of Beixu.
"Really heroic and extraordinary."
Chen Lushi praised with appreciation: "He arrived before us and endured the baptism of foreign cannon fodder. His character and bearing are beyond reproach."
Her favorable impression of Fu Wangchen increased, but when she thought of Lu Lingchan from the Black Valley, she felt unhappy again, as if she had some connection with this heroic man under the arrangement of the Black Valley Master.
"So what if the Valley Master teaches you personally? You may not be able to reach the forbidden land of Absolute Heaven alive."
Chen Lushi snorted in her heart.
"Fu Wangchen!"
"He is Fu Wangchen from the Northern Ruins, the Desolate Land!"
"With him here, we can survive!"
The independent cultivators, the children of the aristocratic families, and the disciples of the small sects in the second realm were all excitedly cheering each other up.
At this time.
Fu Wangchen, who summoned a statue of an ancient god that could hold up the sky, first used the ancient god's majestic momentum to tear off a layer of "membrane" that was invisible to the naked eye from the feather bones of birds, like tearing off a veil.
Immediately, he stepped out of the bird's forehead and faced a ghost warrior who was as skinny as a ghost.
"die!"
The powerful ghost holding the silver trident had a strange flash in his green eyes and he silently chanted a spell in the ghost language.
A shadowy ghost figure, covered in misty smoke and about a hundred feet tall, with its arms hanging naturally and its back hunched, appeared in the void behind this man.
There was a huge pitch-black cloak, slowly condensed from smoke and clouds, wrapping His figure.
—This is the soul projection of a foreign god.
He lowered his head and looked at the tiny powerful ghost, as if he was looking at a believer who believed in him.
"Purgatory..."
He muttered something incoherently, and then suddenly stared at the image of the ancient god that was condensed by Fu Wangchen with a secret method, and said, "The image left behind by the fallen true god."
He looked at the giant bird again and said, "The divine bone of the ninth-level golden-winged Peng bird."
"You have done a great job..."
The last sentence he said was to the ghost warriors below.
He reached down, and the silver trident that he had rewarded to the ghost warrior suddenly fell into his hands.
"call out!"
The lotus platform on which the Dharma image was sitting was burning with monstrous fire, and it flew straight towards the silver trident.
A certain ancient true god who had long passed away in the history of Beixu also stepped on the lotus platform and began to fight with the soul projection of the alien god.
at the same time.
"Bang!"
The buildings and palaces built on the bird feathers and bones suddenly collapsed and shattered.
Many practitioners in the desolate land woke up from a deep and long coma. When they came out and saw the serious situation before them, they rode on the golden roc transformed from their essence and blood without saying a word.
Riding on birds, they rushed towards the black warship that was still spewing artillery fire, and fought with the ghost warriors above.
In the strange fog.
Pang Jian, who was watching the battle through the golden bee worm, described the battle in detail, saying: "Fu Wangchen is very powerful. The image of the Dharma he released is fighting fiercely with the image of a foreign god believed in by the ghost tribe."
"The Mountain and Water Spirit Boat crashed. The people of Tianshuize and the Demon Sect are fighting with the foreign races in the wilderness."
"The people from the Desolate Land woke up and rode on golden rocs to kill the aliens on the ghost warships."
"The turret made of black crystal no longer spews out gunfire."
"… "
As he spoke, the war-loving blood in Pang Jian's body seemed to be ignited little by little.
He licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with excitement, and he had already grasped the silver spear in his hand.
"Junior brother."
Zhuang Yuyan chuckled and said, "It's a good idea to get Fu Wangchen, Wu Yuan, Jiang Chao and other guys here to go there before us."
"Well, otherwise the first and most intense wave of the aliens' artillery fire will hit the sword boat."
Qi Qingsong stood up.
He held the Blue Dream Sword, and he also looked full of fighting spirit: "The Sword Boat cannot be destroyed like the Mountain and Water Spirit Boat. We need to rely on the Sword Boat to come here, and we also need it to go back."
"You guys, do you really want to kill us?" Fang Boxuan said timidly.
The scene described by Pang Jian showed images of foreign gods, the extremely powerful ghost tribe, and a large number of foreign warriors from different ethnic groups.
In this situation, he felt that he should stay in the sword boat and not rush out of the strange fog.
Wouldn't it be better to wait until those people in the desolate land, as well as Tianshuize, the disciples of the Demon Sect, and the alien races have come to an outcome, and then decide whether to enter or not
"I want to hunt gods. I want to condense true divine consciousness."
Qi Qingsong shouted.
"I also want to see the ghost tribes from other worlds and see what amazing abilities they have."
Zhuang Yuyan said, sharpening her fists.
The disciples of the Sword Tower are not afraid of fighting, but also love fighting. Their sword skills and sword techniques are honed in battle.
Knowing clearly that there are dangers ahead and the presence of the soul images of foreign gods, they are not only not afraid, but also seem eager to try.
Pang Jian also said: "In the forbidden land of Juetian, the people and alien beasts from the purgatory world have no advantage at all. The alien races, and the alien gods from foreign lands who can be presented through the alien races, are the ones who rule the situation."
"If we just stand by and watch, the people from Desolate Land, Tianshuize, and Demon Sect will most likely be killed."
"Then we will be alone to face those foreign enemies from other worlds."
"Dong Tianze!"
Pang Jian shouted softly, "We will leave the sword boat in the strange fog, and use your Black Iron Mountain to enter the forbidden land of Absolute Heaven."
“Good idea!”
Qi Qingsong was the first to agree.
The sword boat is hidden in the strange fog. If they cannot resist the attack of the aliens, they still have a chance to turn back.
"good."
Dong Tianze controlled the Black Iron Mountain and moved the sword boat out.
Pang Jian, Qi Qingsong, Zhuang Yuyan and Fang Boxuan fell to Heitie Mountain one after another.
When Zhou Qingchen was about to go over, Zhao Yuanqi stopped him and explained, "Everyone is gathered at Black Iron Mountain. The target is too obvious. Why don't we disperse?"
"Junior Brother Zhou, come with me."
She untied the gourd, flew above it, and waved at Zhou Qingchen.
"Okay."
Zhou Qingchen smiled apologetically at Pang Jian, and then flew onto the gourd like her.
"Walk."
Heitieshan and Hulu moved towards their destination one after the other.
Soon, they broke through the gray fog and saw the strange space that Pang Jian described.
"boom!"
A scene of interweaving light and shadow, divine light and flames flying in the void, and a tragic battlefield where lightning and spiritual light collided suddenly came into the eyes of several people.
"Sword Tower!"
Fu Wangchen, who was hovering over the remains of the golden-winged Roc with his bare hands, turned his head and noticed the sword orders on the waists of Pang Jian and others.
"My friends, these alien races do not belong to Purgatory. They..."
Fu Wangchen, who thought that Pang Jian and others were unaware of the situation, controlled the huge statue of the ancient god and was ready to tell them about the dangerous situation they were facing.
"No need to say more!"
Zhuang Yuyan smiled and shook her head.
“Swish! Swish!”
Two magic swords, one long and one short, stirred up a sea of blazing fire, spreading out in the void behind her.
“Shhh!”
There were slender flames and dark lightning hidden in the sea of fire, quickly weaving and condensing into a Vermilion Bird, a flaming Qilin with an ancient aura.
"I will help you fight the soul projection of this alien god!"
…
(End of this chapter)