Inside Pang Jian's body.
The "Divine Pool of Creation" used to store energy and blood surged, and thick blood mist was drawn out to nourish the newly born bee pupae.
"Hell Soul Bee."
Looking at the bee insect with transparent wings and the rest of its body shining with golden light in its sea of consciousness, Pang Jian pondered inwardly.
Kaz, a member of the outland wood tribe, believed in the jungle god Kaz. When he attached his divine consciousness to the body of the wooden sculpture and tried to infect his sea of consciousness, he did not shout out the four words "Hell Soul Bee".
This time, in the forbidden area deep in the strange fog, the God of the jungle revealed the origin of the bees and insects in horror.
There is something strange and weird about this matter.
Didn't you recognize it at that time? Didn't you figure out where the bee worm came from
After thinking about it for a while, he came into contact with the bees and insects again in the forbidden area surrounded by strange fog, and only then did he confirm that the bees and insects were the so-called Hell Soul Bees
Is Hell, just like Purgatory, a similar world
If the golden bee worms come from the underworld and not from purgatory, why do they appear in the Worm Valley of the Silent Mountains
"It's enough to get a giant dark anaconda from the fifth realm of eternal darkness. The black tortoise and the corrosive vine may have bigger origins than each other, but they are both exotic species that exist in Purgatory after all."
"The bee worms are golden in color and are from the outer regions. This is a bit shocking."
The more Pang Jian thought about it, the more shocked he became.
Subconsciously, he touched the "Gate of Purgatory" on his chest, secretly suspecting that this thing could penetrate the wall of Purgatory and reach other worlds similar to Purgatory.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain the origin of bees and insects.
External sky.
The jet-black ship, emitting streams of fire and badly damaged in many places, flew towards the volcanoes and the broken land filled with streams of blazing magma.
The image of a foreign god wrapped in a pitch-black cloak and with a hunched back, floats a jet-black ship in one hand.
The cloak that was swaying wildly even without wind connected to a new world. Countless alien creatures who believed in him sent a ray of power to him through the air.
He casually swung the silver trident, and galaxies condensed across the sky, filling the void behind him.
The strange power that twisted the void emerged, making those gorgeous galaxies seem to turn the space into layers.
As a result, Fu Wangchen and Zhuang Yuyan, both in the state of concentration, could no longer lock onto his soul projection.
"rise!"
The ghost general who seemed to be one with him shouted loudly.
In the forbidden jungles, swamps, wilderness and valleys.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
Hundreds of strange and bizarre alien races, some driving chariots, some riding white horses, and eight-armed giants, were sucked out by the gradually expanding black cloak like rust being attracted by a magnet.
The alien races clinging to his cloak looked like insects as they flew away with him and the warship.
After a moment.
“Swish!”
As soon as he entered the blazing broken land, his huge soul projection, the black ship he was floating on, and the many alien races wearing cloaks, disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Like going directly from one world to another.
"The images we see may not be real."
Qi Qingsong said in astonishment.
He stood on the Black Iron Mountain. No matter how carefully he looked at the broken land with many volcanoes, he could not see the ghost ships or the image of the alien god.
Zhuang Yuyan hovered in the sky with her sword. She turned around and looked at the peerless genius in the Desolate Realm who had taken the ancient god's Dharma image into his body and even closed his third eye. She said, "Fu Wangchen, can you see anything unusual?"
At this time, the monks from the Desolate Realm riding on the golden Roc fell onto the giant bird one by one.
In the blink of an eye, the golden peng birds turned into drops of golden divine blood, which merged into the sea like raindrops, and then merged into the crystal clear divine bones again.
"I can't see it either."
Fu Wangchen shook his head.
He counted the number of people and said in a deep voice: "We lost thirteen people in the battle."
A strong man, stationed with a green iron pillar, said with a voice as loud as a landslide: "But we have also killed several times more ghosts!"
He frowned and added, "But compared to the ghosts we hunted in the fifth realm before, they are much stronger."
The Realm of Desolation is a powerful sect in the first realm of Purgatory. From time to time, they will organize their disciples to go to the fifth realm of eternal darkness for training.
Therefore, most of the practitioners in the desolate land have come into contact with alien races.
They had naturally hunted and killed quite a few ghosts, but they didn't take them too seriously at first.
As a result, thirteen people died in the battle.
"This is the true power of the ghost tribe."
A woman with black hair tied up with bird feathers interrupted, "We suppressed the ghosts in the fifth realm, which is in an eternal dark environment with scarce resources. We will never be able to reach their level of combat power."
"No. If the third and second worlds were also conquered by the alien races from the lower world, the warriors of the Celestial Tribe, Ghost Tribe, and Demon Scale Tribe should be able to recover their original strength."
"I now realize that the purgatory world we live in is just one of the worlds in the vast universe."
"Yes, we are not unique, nor are we the most favored ones by God."
After coming into contact with people from other worlds, these practitioners from the desolate land realized that they were not the protagonists of the world.
They talked about it in a flurry.
"Junior Brother Fu, what should we do next?" Lu Jie in the Desolate Realm looked at the other three pieces of mysterious broken land from afar and asked, "Should we go over and investigate them one by one right away?"
Fu Wangchen was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's first figure out the broken land under our feet."
"Okay."
Lu Jie agreed, and immediately waved to Heitieshan, saying, "Come to our Tianpeng battleship."
On the ghost clan's ship, they fought side by side with Qi Qingsong and others, destroyed one black crystal cannon after another, and killed many ghost clan warriors together.
Although it was the first contact, the battle brought them closer together.
Black Iron Mountain goes straight into the dense jungle.
"Can you hold on?"
Zhuang Yuyan landed on the way and looked at Fang Boxuan, whose waist and abdomen were bleeding profusely. She said, "How about we leave you on the Tianpeng warship in the desolate land? The people over there killed the ghost warriors with you, so they should be willing to accept you."
Fang Boxuan, who was using the Blood Moon Secret Technique to heal his wounds after his stomach and intestines were pierced by the ghost tribe's sharp blade, said gloomily, "Is it interesting?"
The extermination of the Fang family, Li Chu of the Desolate Realm, the Demon Sect, and the Black Valley were all responsible.
Fu Wangchen was Li Chu's follower, and asking him to go to the enemy's ship to heal his wounds was more painful than killing him.
"There is something I want to tell you, and I plan to talk to my junior brother about it later."
Zhuang Yuyan swallowed a soul-nourishing pill and said under Fang Boxuan's puzzled gaze, "Don't worry, we'll talk about it later."
"Dong Tianze, are you okay?"
Qi Qingsong glanced at the pale-faced Black Iron Mountain Master and said, "A powerful ghost tried to infect you with evil magic. You were not in a good condition at the time."
Dong Tianze said gloomily, "It's okay."
After hesitating for a few seconds, he said again: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Qi Qingsong smiled brightly and said, "The matter of Bagua City is written off."
Dong Tianze said: "Okay."
When his sea of consciousness was infiltrated by several ghost warriors using a strange mental illusion, Qi Qingsong used the dream sword realm he had comprehended to drag those ghost warriors into a horrific dream.
He thus escaped death.
Dong Tianze, who had always been a loner and never fit in, was facing this for the first time by joining forces with so many people to fight an enemy. It was also the first time that he was rescued by his companions in a battle.
This strange and novel feeling made him a little confused.
Shaking his head gently, he shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind and looked at everyone he could see with a gloomy and cold gaze.
"Who could it be?"
Dong Tianze felt a little uneasy.
During the battle, he felt another reporter carrying the Tianfeng Seal showing strong murderous intentions towards him.
But he didn't know who the other person was, nor where he was hiding. He could only be sure that he was also from Purgatory.
"We came here together on a sword boat, and we hope to return together on a sword boat."
Qi Qingsong smiled to stop Dong Tianze from getting too nervous, and said in a nonchalant manner: "You should have noticed that the ghost tribe and those strange foreign tribes are not as scary as we imagined."
Dong Tianze nodded, but still looked around vigilantly and uneasily.
"There are still three more worlds, with more unknown dangers..." Fang Boxuan said with a wry smile.
"Yeah, I know, take it piece by piece."
As Qi Qingsong spoke, Black Iron Mountain also fell in the center of the forest.
"Little Junior Brother, are you okay?"
Zhuang Yuyan landed first.
She glanced around at the shriveled corpses impaled in the air by the branches, and finally her eyes fell on Kaz. She said solemnly, "Just one member of the Wood Tribe, relying on this forest, killed hundreds of people?"
Chang Li nodded: "That's right."
"He is a level six Wood Clan warrior." Xiao Yu added in a low voice.
"Well, that's a bit tricky."
Zhuang Yuyan walked over, squatted down, looked at Kaz's face, and released a ray of spiritual sense to investigate.
She had hoped that if this person still had some soul left, she would ask Dong Tianze to search his soul, but she shook her head regretfully.
"Little Junior Brother, have you found anything?"
She looked at Pang Jian.
"without."
Pang Jian grabbed the black gauze that he had taken off Kaz's body, and while pouring the blood of the ferocious beast into his mouth, he felt the strangeness of the gauze.
At this time.
Wu Yuan from the Demon Sect and Chen Lushi, who had changed into a new robe, also came over from afar.
Chen Lushi, who had been severely injured by Pang Jian, adjusted her mood behind a tree and acted as if nothing had happened.
She stood side by side with Wu Yuan, looking cold and silent.
Because she now knows that the bloody creator of this forest, Kaz of the Wood Clan, was killed by Pang Jian alone.
Recalling the attack she had just suffered...
She was filled with resentment, but she held it back and didn't dare to provoke him again.
"boom!"
Fu Wangchen, who was in the desolate land, suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground like a heavy stone.
Wearing a straw raincoat woven with white feathers, the tall and handsome Fu Wangchen looked at the black gauze in Pang Jian's hand and said, "Can you give me this?"
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ps: There are three more chapters today~
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