Inside the dragon's chest wall.
Ling Yimo, with pale complexion, looks as light as a feather and boneless, has her slender figure wrapped in a white dress.
The edge of the skirt was dotted with strange green and purple symbols.
As she flew through the air, the corners of her skirt fluttered gently, and the green and purple talismans moved with it, as if ghosts were living on the edges of her dress.
now.
"Under the dragon's sternum, there are some ancient characters buried, but they are covered by frost."
She pointed at the thick rock ice and said to Pang Jian, "I hope you can extract the extreme cold power in the rock ice so that the words can emerge intact."
She explained seriously: "I can break the frost crystal, but I am afraid that I will accidentally break the words that have been buried for who knows how many years."
Pang Jian nodded slightly.
Being stared at by this ghost-worshipping woman, he had a strange feeling as if his thoughts were being seen through.
His mind moved, and he suddenly realized that Ling Yimo's blood and energy were extremely low.
The low one was actually like an ordinary practitioner in the Marrow Washing Realm.
This shows that the talented girl from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect did not care about the tempering of her body after successfully washing her marrow.
Moreover, not only is her body weak, the spiritual energy wandering in her body... doesn't feel refined and pure enough.
Physical strength, spiritual sea, and soul are the basic criteria for measuring a strong person. Not only are her first two points not outstanding, they are so weak that Pang Jian finds it weird.
However, when Pang Jian tried to sense her sea of consciousness and soul, he suddenly felt pressure!
Pang Jian's golden soul, which he was so proud of, was unable to understand the mysteries of the soul of Guiji Zong, a girl in the state of concentration. He even felt a sense of being suppressed.
Not to mention that the girl's realm is weaker than his, even if she is at the same level as a Soul Wandering Realm cultivator, no one can cause him any spiritual pressure.
"you… "
Seeing her looking at him, Pang Jian said with a stiff face, "Your soul is quite powerful."
"Well, my soul has been different from ordinary people since I was a child."
Ling Yimo explained softly and pointed at the thick ice, signaling Pang Jian that he could start.
"oh."
Pang Jian, secretly shocked, summoned the "Heart of Winter" from his dantian and used the secret technique left by the Ice Demon that he had comprehended to collect the power within the cave-like ice wall.
Strands of extremely cold power gradually seeped into the "Heart of Winter", and the thick ice quietly melted.
Before long, the dragon skeleton, which was more than ten thousand feet long, no longer emitted its pale white luster and became covered with rust.
Time passed in a flash, like tens of millions of years, corroding the dragon's skeleton.
"Its dragon skeleton has been corroded in the strange fog for who knows how many years. The dragon's heart has the power of ice, which keeps its bones as smooth as jade. But now..." Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect said indifferently, "The skeleton is corroded again."
Wu Yuan remained silent.
"You didn't tell me that he has another magical object on him, and it's a foreign god from outside the realm." Hong Qiming frowned.
He is ranked fourth on the Soul Wandering Realm list, much older than Wu Yuan, and calls himself the future pillar of the Demon Sect.
In his eyes, the new generation of Wu Yuan is a promising talent.
Privately, he regarded Wu Yuan as his right-hand man, hoping that Wu Yuan would be able to support him in seizing the throne of the sect leader in the future.
"Things from outside the domain are more sensitive, and Pang Jian doesn't want people to know about it." Wu Yuan explained.
"Wu Yuan, you have to remember one thing, you come from the Demon Sect, not the Sword Tower." Hong Qiming looked at him deeply and said earnestly: "We and the Sword Tower have been striving to return to the First Realm in recent years. The leader of the Sword Tower and the leader of our Demon Sect will always only consider their own sects."
Wu Yuan said coldly: "I am not interested in the position you want."
"I know, that's why I think of you in everything." Hong Qiming hummed, and then said: "I will fight for all the benefits for you, and I will keep them for you. But I also hope that you can stand by my side in the future."
He vaguely felt that after coming out of the trial in the forbidden land of Juetian, Wu Yuan had developed some subtle sense of trust in the small group composed of Pang Jian, Zhou Qingchen, Dong Tianze, Qi Qingsong and others.
Recently, Wu Yuan has mentioned Pang Jian and Dong Tianze more times than anyone else in the Demon Sect.
Hong Qiming felt something was not right, so he gave him a warning to remind him of his identity.
Wu Yuan responded indifferently: "Yeah."
…
“Tick!”
Ice water dripped down.
On the dragon's chest wall, strange words covered by ice and rock are also appearing one by one.
“Crack!”
The giant frost dragon's sternum suddenly shattered without the solid support of ice, and the shattered bones spread to the entire dragon skeleton, causing the dragon's body to shatter.
Pang Jian and Ling Yimo of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect flew out together. Those words had been deeply engraved in his mind.
However, he did not know the specific meaning of those words.
"Sister Ling, what news did you get?" Shen Yanxi asked hurriedly.
A group of people from the most powerful sects and forces, who were ranked at the top of the Soul Wandering Realm and the Mind Concentrating Realm, focused their eyes on Ling Yimo.
The ancient couple who were talking about love as if no one was around also looked over curiously.
Although Ghost Sacrifice Sect's Ling Yimo has reached the level of Concentrated Mind, no one dares to neglect him.
The girls' origins were also shrouded in mystery, and only their elders knew a little bit about them.
"The God and Demon Creation Institute, the third generation of dragons, the Frost Dragon, level ten."
Ling Yimo said softly: "I saw these words. The font is not the language of our Purgatory Heaven and Earth. The existing tribes, including the Celestial Tribe, the Demon Scale Tribe, and the Ghost Tribe, do not have such characters."
"But I do know him."
She looked at everyone calmly.
When Pang Jian arrived next to Hu Yuanfei, he was shocked. He couldn't help but look at her, then at the others.
It's very strange that none of these powerful people from different worlds found it strange.
Pang Jian finally looked at Hu Yuanfei.
Hu Yuanfei coughed, took out the sword order from her waist, and then held it in her palm and touched Pang Jian's sword order.
Pang Jian understood what he meant and held the sword order in his hand. He immediately saw Hu Yuanfei's name added to the sword light symbol.
Hu Yuanfei's message also came over: "This girl's soul has been different from that of ordinary people since she was a child. She can use her soul to understand the profound traces left by the foreign gods in Purgatory."
"Even the Ghost Mother of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect suspected... that her soul belonged to the outer world."
Hu Yuanfei, who is carefree and dares to say anything, can only use sword commands to convey her thoughts on Ling Yimo's matter.
Human body, alien soul
If this is true, then who exactly is Ling Yimo
The more Pang Jian listened, the more shocked he became.
"There are many extraordinary things. If you don't understand something, don't think about it." Hu Yuanfei's voice rose again: "For example, the boundary wall, and the strange fog, we and the alien race that used to dominate this world still don't understand what's going on."
Pang Jian nodded slightly.
Shen Yanxi exclaimed: "The God and Demon Creation Institute?"
"The third generation of dragon? Level ten?" Cai Shaoheng of Heigu's face changed.
"Level 10!"
Lu Yanshu from the Pure Land also stepped out from the dragon's broken bones.
He hovered above the rusty skeleton and shouted, "Is it true that in the third generation, a level 10 dragon appeared? Is there a fourth generation? A fifth generation?"
"God and Demon Creation Institute, God and Demon Trial Field..." Zhou Yi took a deep breath and looked behind with a serious expression.
Behind us, deep in the gray and strange fog, more territory of the continent is hidden.
He suddenly had a feeling that in the deepest part of this continent, there stood a temple for the creation of gods and demons, from which the third generation of giant dragons emerged.
"The history of this continent may be longer than our human civilization." Fan Chen of Taiyi Divine Kingdom suddenly said.
He was dressed in white, floating above the withered bones of the dragon's head, his handsome face full of surprise.
"We have all heard that the foreign races call our Purgatory Heaven and Earth the God and Demon Trial Field. And I have traced the history of foreign races and spirit beasts over the years, visited the broken lands and forbidden areas of various worlds, and actually came to some conclusions."
Fan Chen paused for a moment, looked at everyone, and said with a stern expression: "The alien race should not be the native race of Purgatory! They seem to have been suddenly thrown into Purgatory at some point."
"Spiritual beasts, fierce beasts, and all kinds of huge creatures seem to be the former masters of Purgatory."
"And we humans..."
Fan Chen frowned and said, "There is no trace to be found either."
"You stay here first, I will go explore deeper."
It was Ling Yimo from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect. He was only at the level of Concentrated Mind, but he was floating towards the other end of the land like a ghost.
"call!"
In just a moment, she disappeared from everyone's sight!
She was like a ghost that could teleport. She moved from the place where the dragon's skeleton was, and in the blink of an eye she arrived... deep in the land filled with strange fog!
Zhou Qingchen couldn't help but screamed: "She, she entered the strange fog!"
Born in the fourth realm, he is always in awe of the strange fog. All the knowledge he has received is about how mysterious and terrifying the strange fog and the boundary wall are, and how they are forbidden to all living beings.
Although he had been in and out of the strange fog before, Zhou Qingchen was still extremely afraid of it. He didn't expect Ling Yimo to be so decisive and go deeper.
Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Let's wait for her to come out."
The Jiuli Sect and the Guiji Sect were on the same continent, so he naturally knew how peculiar Ling Yimo was, and he also knew that the Ghost Mother had devoted everything to this girl.
In the eyes of the Ghost Mother, Ling Yimo is her way to understand the outside world and the key to her understanding the secrets of the gods.
"Zhou Yi, there are aliens nearby." Hong Qiming's face darkened and he said, "Didn't you say that all the aliens around have been dealt with?"
"They must be new here." Zhou Yi didn't seem flustered at all. He thought for a moment and said, "This is at the edge of the area. Aliens and ferocious beasts won't come here on purpose. I believe that no powerful alien has noticed this place yet."
"Should we report this matter to our superiors?" Fan Chen asked.
"No need." Zhou Yi shook his head and said calmly: "I'll take care of it."
He disappeared quietly.
However, after a long, long time, he did not appear here again.
Similarly, the Ghost Priest Ling Yimo, who had gone deep into the strange fog, seemed to be lost and did not take a step out.
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(End of this chapter)