"Taiyi Divine Kingdom, the bones of the true god!"
In the sky where the God and Demon Creation Institute was shattered, only Ling Yimo's soul was floating.
He was originally a foreign god, whose soul grew up in purgatory and was well-informed about the rare treasures and exotic objects of the major sects.
He recognized the origin of the word "Taiyi" at a glance.
In the East, the founder of the Taiyi Divine Kingdom, Taiyi Zhenjun, failed in his attack on the outer space.
Before his death, True Lord Taiyi took out his own divine bones and created the two divine characters "Taiyi".
These two words contain the supreme power of Lord Taiyi and are the gift he left to future generations.
Since Fan Chen holds the two divine characters "Taiyi", he is the object of key cultivation by the kingdom of God. No wonder he has so many means and dares to face challenges.
"The True Lord left his divine bones in the world to tell the future generations of the Kingdom of God that they should follow his path of seeking the truth, break free from the prison of the purgatory world, and soar into the stars."
Fan Chen stood on the top of the word "Tai", and doubt appeared in his eyes when he spoke.
The city built with the "Essence of the Earth" became unpredictable after it disappeared. He saw the other party right in front of him, but he could not sense it with his soul.
Even if the eyes can see it, the soul cannot perceive it, and thus cannot attack it subsequently.
But the divine bones of Master Taiyi had already been sacrificed, and he had also spent a lot of his soul and energy, so he naturally would not take them back in a hurry. So he changed the horizontal "one" character created by the divine bones into a vertical one.
The vertical "one" was like a sharp blade, slashing towards a piece of empty mirror.
A beam of silver light that cut through the sky and earth flashed by, and the profound secrets of the great Dao comprehended by Master Taiyi were endowed into it, cutting the blue sky that Zhou Yi had refined into rain of light.
Zhou Yi groaned.
"Kunpeng!"
Hu Yuanfei's vague voice came from another void mirror.
I saw a strange creature shaped like a big fish, but with the wings of a roc. It used the wings of a roc to break a piece of the void mirror.
In the history of Purgatory, Kunpeng, which was once a tenth-level spiritual beast, seemed to be awakened by Hu Yuanfei's sword intent and soared in the sky of the Demonic Spirit Continent.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
In the torn earth, a force was inspired by the image of Kunpeng and suddenly injected into Kunpeng's body.
Kunpeng suddenly became extremely majestic, and broke into pieces of the void mirror that suppressed Liu Youyu with his wings.
"The power of the Kunpeng Sword has been greatly enhanced in the Demon Spirit Continent!"
Hu Yuanfei was in high spirits. She controlled the sword with her soul and stood on Kunpeng's forehead.
Her spiritual consciousness, her spiritual energy and essence, her sword light and sword intent are the body and bone wings of this Kunpeng.
This Kunpeng is only a few meters long, and its wings are not very wide. Compared with the real Kunpeng, it is as small as dust.
But it does not prevent Kunpeng from releasing his astonishing power.
Sword light splashed out from Kunpeng's mouth, from its wings, and from its claws.
“Crack!”
More fragments of the blue sky that were refined by Zhou Yi with the "Void Mirror Technique" exploded and disappeared one by one, saving Pang Jian, Wu Yuan, Dong Tianze and others.
Pang Jian no longer had to resist.
"Fan Chen, Hu Yuanfei, Liu Youyu, Wu Yuan..."
A complex and incomprehensible expression appeared on Ling Yimo's paper-pale face, and he sighed softly.
High in the sky, gazing at these talented humans born in Purgatory, He truly felt jealous and... fearful.
In the vast outer galaxy, among the advanced races such as the ghost race, the celestial race, and the demon race, there are only one or two people in each race who are qualified to be promoted to gods at the same time.
Many miserable tribes take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to produce someone who has the hope of becoming a god.
And the human race...
In this era, right before His eyes, there are several young people who have the potential and possibility to impact the true God.
Astonishing reproductive ability, a unique and fast cultivation system, and a new generation of talented people.
This group of people has almost no obvious shortcomings except that they are physically weak at the beginning. Even the weakness of their bodies can be compensated through hard work in the later stages.
For other ethnic groups, the creation and formation of a god requires at least thousands of years of time.
For the human race in Purgatory, it may only take a few hundred years for the true god to be born and formed.
This alone makes them ten times faster than all the other ethnic groups in the outside world!
In the outer space, the older and more powerful a tribe is, the weaker its ability to reproduce, resulting in a decreasing population.
The human race not only does not have this drawback, but also has an astonishing reproductive capacity.
The human race has an ability to reproduce and branch out, an extremely fast promotion speed, and a constant emergence of outstanding talents.
These three characteristics make all the wise gods outside the sky feel fear, so every time Purgatory is opened, they will observe the movements in Purgatory in various ways.
All races are worried and afraid, extremely afraid that one day the human race will break out of purgatory and suddenly take root and multiply in the vast galaxy.
Given the characteristics of the human race, if this day really happens, it will be the end of all ethnic groups in the outside world.
If that time really comes, the human race will suppress the many alien races outside the sky just as they suppressed the alien races in purgatory and expelled them to the fifth realm where they will never see the light of day.
Therefore, no matter how the various races in the heavens fight and quarrel outside the sky.
When the great change that occurs once every 100,000 years occurred, all races quickly reached a consensus - to destroy the human race first.
They will not feel at ease until the human race is destroyed.
"Bang!"
The last piece of void mirror refined by Zhou Yi was also chopped into pieces by Fan Chen using the "one" character of the divine bone.
Ling Yimo waved his sleeves, and the soul and the God and Demon Creation Institute disappeared together.
He did not lend a helping hand to Zhou Yi because he knew that no one could stop Zhou Yi, who was proficient in the "Art of Void Mirror", unless he met a great talent who was also well versed in this art.
The next moment.
The flat void suddenly showed wrinkles. Zhou Yi fell into a wrinkle at random and reappeared dozens of miles away.
With this skill at hand, no one can do anything to him unless his realm is much higher than his.
In a flash, Ling Yimo from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect and Zhou Yi from the Jiuli Sect, who were regarded as serious threats by everyone, disappeared.
The strange fog was still there, and everyone gathered together naturally.
Pang Jian, who did not contribute much in this battle, looked at the few people calmly.
In the past several experiences and expeditions, I have visited the Yuanmang Broken Land, the Yunlei Forbidden Land, and the Juetian Forbidden Land.
Whenever a crisis came, he had to fight for his life just to survive.
In the Demon Spirit Continent, having these geniuses from the most powerful forces around him greatly reduced his pressure.
He didn't need to play all his cards, nor did he need to sacrifice the "Heart of Winter" and the Thunder Pool. Relying on the artifacts and power of Fan Chen and others, he could force Ling Yimo and Zhou Yi to retreat.
"As expected, he is ranked at the top of both lists and is a candidate for the future True God."
Pang Jian felt relaxed and not as tired as before.
"Senior Sister Hu is so awesome!"
Zhou Qingchen laughed loudly, and hurried over to flatter him, saying, "If it weren't for you using the Kunpeng Sword to destroy the pieces of void debris one by one, we would never have it so easy."
"Except for you who are a little weak, I don't think anyone else needs my rescue." Hu Yuanfei did not dare to take credit for it.
Fan Chen’s “Taiyi” divine character, Liu Youyu’s Xuantian divine mirror, Dong Tianze’s phoenix mark, Wu Yuan’s purple demon eye, and the endless divine talismans of the ancient law sect couple.
None of these people are simple, and they all have the ability to mediate with Zhou Yi.
"Ling Yimo, there must be something wrong with your origins!"
Fan Chen's tone was extremely firm, and he said, "Since she was able to display that strange God and Demon Creation Institute, it must be because of her special background!"
"Where is Zhou Yi?" Hu Yuanfei asked.
Fan Chen frowned, shook his head, and said, "I still can't figure out why Zhou Yi, who was cultivated by King Li, wanted to murder everyone."
Without the Flying Fish Boat, Liu Youyu whispered, "In the Jiuli Sect, Zhou Yi is not the first-order candidate for the True God. The Jiuli Sect's divine weapon was not taken away by Zhou Yi either. He is obviously not trusted."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone began to think deeply.
The Purple Demon Eye, the "Taiyi" divine character, the Xuantian divine mirror, these are all famous artifacts in Purgatory.
Generally speaking, a powerful sect does not have many artifacts.
Apart from the fact that the true god is in charge, if anyone in the younger generation can possess a divine weapon, it can fully demonstrate the high status of this person.
Zhou Yi, the fact that he failed to obtain the Jiuli Sect’s artifact already explains some problems.
"King Li, maybe he knows something." Dong Wenjian, who never participated in the discussion, also came over and said thankfully: "Fortunately, he doesn't have any of the Jiuli Sect's artifacts. If he had a divine artifact in his hand, I..."
This tall and thin genius of the Ancient Law School, who seemed to have only his partner in his eyes, said in an apologetic tone: "I won't wait for you, I will go to the Soul Wandering Realm first."
"I've told you to break through quickly, but you wouldn't listen!" Lin Manhe glared.
The dangerous situation in the Demon Spirit Continent made the two stop showing their affection blindly and began to actively communicate with everyone.
"I'll break through first."
Dong Wenjian sat down on the spot, stuck talisman paper on his dantian and chest, and began to advance to the Soul Wandering Realm in the strange fog.
Less than half an hour later, when everyone was still discussing whether they should evacuate the Demon Spirit Continent and return to report as soon as possible, a part of his soul flew away from his forehead.
The advancement to the Soul Wandering Realm was too easy for him, as simple as drinking water and eating.
"evildoer!"
“Freak!”
Zhou Qingchen and Hu Yuanfei exclaimed in comment.
"If it weren't for waiting for her, I would have reached the Soul Wandering Realm three years ago." Dong Wenjian smiled calmly, stood up and put his soul into the sea of consciousness, and said: "The strange fog is disappearing, and this land will soon be exposed to the fourth realm. We should go back and explain."
"Pang Jian, you went deep into where the black turtle was. Did you find anything?" Fan Chen asked unwillingly.
He gained nothing from his trip to the Demonic Continent. He was repeatedly attacked by Ling Yimo and Zhou Yi, and he didn't kill any aliens or ferocious beasts. He was a little unhappy to return in a hurry.
"We found that the black turtle was dead." Pang Jian said.
"Dead?"
"Dead."
Fan Chen suddenly felt bored, sighed, and said, "Since he is dead, there is nothing to explore, so let's go back."
A few days later.
When Pang Jian and his party emerged from the mysterious fog and found the Demonic Spirit Continent, they saw many powerful alien races as soon as they flew out.
Everyone's scalp suddenly went numb.
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(End of this chapter)