The existence of clusters of clouds means that it is possible for an extremely evil cultivator to become a god.
This greatly boosted the morale of thousands of evil practitioners throughout the world!
In the past, because there was no true god who pursued the evil path, and because of the propaganda of the powerful forces, the practitioners of Taoism all over the world mistakenly believed that the evil path was not feasible.
The end of the righteous path is the true God. The most powerful true God is qualified to break the heavenly ban, thus breaking through the purgatory cage and soaring into the outer space.
It is for this reason that countless talented geniuses throughout history have fought to the death for the divine paths that are controlled by the most powerful sects.
In the hope that he could follow the path planned by the ancient true gods and reach the end of the purgatory road - the realm of true gods.
In order to gain great freedom and liberation through this.
As for those who secretly communicate with foreign gods and seek the truth through evil secret methods, the ultimate path will always be immortality.
Throughout the ages, there has never been a true God who has surpassed immortality.
The deliberate suppression from all sides, the verbal guidance, and the erasure of the truth not only made the righteous practitioners feel that the evil path was blocked, but even those practitioners who had been struggling on the evil path felt that the immortal realm was the limit.
The reason for this is that no peak evil god has ever been born.
No matter what assurances and promises the foreign gods made, it would be difficult for them to be truly convinced because there had been no such precedent.
Now, right now!
Two clusters of clouds symbolizing the throne of God appeared over the broken land of Hongdu as expected!
This is of epoch-making significance!
"When the evil god is born, the situation in Purgatory will be turned upside down."
The Skeleton Saint Lu Qinghe laughed strangely.
He silently practiced the secret method of "grow flesh from bones", and in a blink of an eye, the crystal white skeleton began to grow internal organs, tendons, veins, blood and flesh.
In just a few breaths, Lu Qinghe returned to his previous form.
“True God, none of them has yet entered Hongdu.”
Mu Weifeng, the leader of the Black Wood Sect, looked at the dead "Jiang Ran" with a look of awe.
Then he quietly sank down a bit and cast a spell to move the black sea of trees to the east of the broken land.
The sea of trees filled with a strong atmosphere of death is located right next to the dry well, guarding the woman who is on the path to becoming a true god.
"That person's careful plan, because the true God did not come, was ultimately not perfect."
Mu Weifeng, dressed in gray and looking lifeless, looked unwillingly at the void outside the broken earth.
He smacked his lips and said regretfully, "It would be nice if three or four true gods came."
"Things are never perfect." Lu Qinghe is open-minded.
Pointing at the two clouds representing the thrones, he said with a smile: "As long as these two thrones can create a god, it will be of epoch-making significance. If these two thrones can create two true gods, we will be in a great advantage again."
With flesh and blood on his face, he laughed again, and his voice sounded much more natural. He chuckled, "If the true gods dare to come, they may be taken to the fifth realm by the secret mirror tunnel. If they don't dare to come, the true gods pursuing evil ways will appear again."
"In either case, we have won a real victory. The only difference is whether it is a big win or a small win."
After hearing what he said, Mu Weifeng and Xie Tong no longer felt any regrets and flew towards their respective disciples.
Broken ground high in the sky.
"Jiang Ran"'s eyes no longer had any whites, only pure black, like two ink-black stars.
He said nothing.
After the sword-light Tianmen Sword shattered and collapsed, he still held the Tianmen Sword, standing high in the sky like a gate god, silently waiting for something.
After Mu Weifeng and Xie Tong left, Lu Qinghe bowed to him and sank to the ground wrapped in the broken bones.
For Lu Qinghe, he had completed his mission very well. He did not let any of the wandering cultivators from Hongdu Broken Land leave, and he also let the real Jiang Ran's soul perish here.
According to the agreement, when a new position of god becomes vacant, he will be the one given priority.
He longed for the day when he could change his title of the White Bone Saint by adding one word to it, turning it into the White Bone Holy God.
…
"Pang Jian."
"Pang Jian."
"Pang Jian."
The shouts gradually became louder and louder, until they were deafening.
A demonic sound that was like an epiphany rang out from the six realized secret realms of the devil, as if traveling through time and space, searching the entire world for the soul corresponding to this name.
A small world in the sword.
The Source Demon, who was in the form of a handsome prince of the Phantom Demon, held the dark blue magic bead in both hands. He would occasionally move the magic bead with his slender fingers to activate the true meaning of magic imprinted on it.
"Soul-Tracing Demonic Sound."
The source demon secretly exerted his strength.
The magic sword was connected to the meridians in Pang Jian's palm, penetrating his Dantian and extending to his soul and sea of consciousness.
The two words "Pang Jian" were endowed by Him with supreme magical power.
Below the shattered ground of his dantian, the dark blue sea of demons that Pang Jian had absorbed suddenly flowed out from his dantian because of the source demon's cries and because he kept tracing back to the source.
A fast-flowing blue-black river of light suddenly flew towards the forehead of the nearest corpse.
And disappeared in an instant.
"The soul seas of consciousness of all the wandering cultivators in Hongdu City have been artificially connected. Some people have used the brains of the dead to weave a strange land, and want to ascend to true gods in it."
The source demon immediately realized the truth.
Just as he was about to follow the path and enter the man-made secret place and time and space, the demon soul suddenly became alert.
He felt the gaze of a pair of dark eyes.
With his eyes on the sky, the great elder Jiang Ran from the Sword Tower was like two black stars.
The Source Demon instantly realized that as long as he left the sword, the demon world in the sword that he had created and all the demonic forces that he had gathered with great effort would be out of his control.
Without his demonic soul to guard this sword, its owner would change in an instant.
After hesitating for a moment, Yuanmo resisted the urge.
…
A different place.
A blue-black river of light transformed into an ocean of the same color, which automatically spread out beneath Pang Jian's soul.
As the ocean of demonic power arrived, Pang Jian's soul seemed to have a foundation in the soil. His mind moved and he remembered a magic spell he had comprehended - the Heavenly Demon Armor.
The rich demonic energy suddenly materialized and turned into a thick blue-black armor.
This magical demon armor slowly wrapped around his golden soul, making it seem as if his soul had gained a demonic body in an instant.
His face, his hands and feet, and even his golden eyes were covered with magic armor.
There are many intricate and exquisite patterns on the magic armor, which contain the supreme truth of magic. Just like the formation diagram and magic formula above the sky-covering magic formation, it is extremely mysterious.
With his soul in a body and the protection of armor, Pang Jian's confidence suddenly increased.
"It was the Source Demon. At the critical moment, He did his best to do something for me. This time, He finally didn't add insult to injury and didn't intentionally harm me."
With the Heavenly Demon Armor, Pang Jian suddenly had the confidence to meet Jiang Cen at close range.
Chasing the eerie fire that could be seen everywhere, he floated for a long time and then flew towards Jiang Cen again.
…
In a strange corner, a deep pool appeared.
Sitting on the pond was Jiang Cen, the second elder of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect.
Clusters of eerie fire wrapped with the souls of the dead fell into the pool one after another, were melted by the mysterious pool, and turned into liquid in the pool.
No one knew what kind of evil magic he had practiced, but with his eyes closed, Jiang Cen actually looked quite majestic.
The water in the pond rose due to the clusters of strange fire from the dead souls, gradually covering his legs as he sat cross-legged, then his waist and abdomen, and then floated up to his chest.
A brilliant ray of light fell directly above Jiang Cen's head.
No one knew where the rosy glow came from, but it turned into a long crystal above Jiang Cen's head, reflecting the evil principles that Jiang Cen had comprehended.
"I tried to persuade you in a good way, but you just wouldn't listen."
A familiar voice echoed throughout this strange world.
Pang Jian turned his head suddenly.
The old man, wearing gray linen clothes, open-toed straw sandals, and with nails covered with black dirt, strode towards them from afar.
His old eyes became dark and deep, and his aura was ancient and vast.
The first corpse that Pang Jian saw was this one that looked like an old beggar, and this seemed to be his real body!
He had used some astonishing secret technique to make that body look like a corpse, turning himself into one of the thousands of corpses.
Not only did he avoid Jiang Cen, he also hid it from Pang Jian and a group of cultivators.
"You didn't listen to my advice, and now you're stuck in this situation, right?"
He glared at Pang Jian and snorted, then stomped his feet in the air with his straw sandals, and a bright light rippled under his feet.
The light was like the deep sea, sweeping across the heaven and earth with him as the center and extending to the border of the strange land.
This strange empty world, created by Jiang Cen using the souls and consciousness of the dead from the shattered land of Hongdu, was about to shatter in the bright sea of light beneath his feet.
“Shhh!”
In the void of a foreign land, tiny cracks are growing.
He had been searching for a long time but could not find a way back, but suddenly they appeared in large numbers.
Along any crack, he can return to his flesh and blood and restore his true self in an instant!
He can leave now and escape from this torn space-time.
But when he thought that he suddenly had an extra piece of demon armor and such a shocking figure appeared, he was not so anxious anymore.
"call!"
Another figure appeared without any warning in the strange place where the crack appeared.
As soon as he appeared, all the cracks in the foreign land were healed in an instant.
He was wearing silver armor and his face was covered with a mask of the same material.
Seeing him emerge quietly, Pang Jian's soul was shocked.
He immediately remembered that it was this person who appeared in the strange fog and hindered Fanao from hunting down the level nine five-clawed golden dragon.
And the golden bee insect that saw him also died a moment later.
He is a true god of the human race!
A true god who was inclined to hope that Long Zhan would survive and who might have a tacit understanding with the Dragon Cave actually appeared in the void space created by Jiang Cen!
Pang Jian felt a chill in his soul and suddenly regretted not leaving in time.
"You could have left, but you stayed."
The old man who looked like a beggar sighed.
He came to Pang Jian's soul, looked at the man in silver armor, and said, "Jiang Cen is the elder of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect and has been under your command for many years. He appeared in the Hongdu Shattered Land and created a massacre in Hongdu City in order to seek the promotion to the True God. It is impossible that you were unaware of it."
"As long as the true God appears here, it doesn't matter if he wears a mask or not, or how he conceals his identity."
"He can only be you, Mu Wentao."
The beggar-like image of the old man quietly changed into a hunchbacked old man wearing a tattered cotton jacket, with wrinkles on his face, and holding a white lantern.
He had thinning hair, almost no eyebrows, and dull grey eyes.
Because of his hunched body and slightly lowered head, the light from the white lantern shining on his face made him look eerie and terrifying.
A faint white flame suddenly flew out from the white lantern in his hand.
The flame burned strangely here, burning a hole in the void space, allowing Pang Jian to re-establish the connection with his physical body.
"You're not going back yet?"
The hunchbacked old man shouted angrily.
Pang Jian, who was in shock due to Mu Wentao's appearance, planned to return his soul to its place as soon as he saw the hole reappear.
“Whoosh!”
Instead, the Source Demon Sword carried his body along the cracked hole and entered this strange place where the true God appeared from the outside world.
As soon as the physical body arrived, Pang Jian's soul wrapped in the Heavenly Demon Armor escaped into the sea of soul consciousness without any hindrance.
As his soul entered, all the connections between him and his flesh and blood body were reestablished, and the demon armor that tightly wrapped his soul also appeared in his sea of consciousness.
The armor refined by demonic energy was previously in the Dantian fragment, but now it is in his soul's sea of consciousness.
As long as it is inside his body, whether it is Dantian or sea of consciousness, there seems to be no problem.
"Pang Jian!"
The voice of the source demon also came from the small world in the sword, and suddenly shouted: "Two true gods!"
"Two?"
Now that he has a body of flesh and blood and his soul has returned to his body, Pang Jian feels more confident as he holds the Source Demon Sword.
He suddenly looked at the hunchbacked old man: "Senior?"
"Hey, if you stay here, not only will you be of no help, but I will have to distract myself from taking care of you." The old man looked helpless and waved his hand, saying, "Get away from me and don't try to get close to me."
The Ghost Sacrifice Sect's True God, wearing silver armor, allowed the old man to reveal his identity without making a single statement from beginning to end.
At this time, he asked, "Tiandu, why are you in this broken land?"
Pang Jian immediately knew the identity of the hunchbacked old man.
Tiandu Sanren, like Yin Ji, is also a casual cultivator, and one of the two great casual cultivator true gods of the human race.
"Brother Mu, don't you know that this Hongdu Fragmented Land is my hometown? I was born in Hongdu City, and my name also contains the word "Du". Every few years I will stay in Hongdu Fragmented Land for a while."
Tiandu Sanren approached the pond where Jiang Cen was slowly and calmly.
Clusters of icy strange fire wrapped with the souls of the dead were still merging into the pool.
As for Jiang Cen, his entire body was now submerged in the pool water, with only his head exposed.
The crystalline glow that symbolizes the divine position seemed to be inserted into the top of his head, connecting with his sea of soul and consciousness.
Jiang Cen's soul is deep in his sea of consciousness, and is probably absorbing the crystalline rays of light, trying his best to establish himself as a true god.
"Is it really a coincidence?" Mu Wentao asked curiously.
Tiandu Sanren nodded slightly, and confirmed it seriously: "It's a perfect opportunity."
"I don't believe it." Mu Wentao said again.
The expression on Tiandu Sanren's face was more serious than before, and he smiled and said, "You shouldn't believe it."
Mu Wentao's face under the silver mask suddenly twisted because of Tiandu Sanren's words.
This mysterious and strange place was created by Jiang Cen, who connected the souls of all the dead in the broken land of Hongdu to form a mysterious and strange place. It twisted as his face under the mask twisted.
The different time and space, like a crumpled ball of paper, twisted towards Jiang Cen's position.
The vast and ethereal world seemed to be instantly crushed into a dot.
Space, nothingness, and strange forces all concentrated towards Jiang Cen's position, as if they were to be compressed and refined in the pool where Jiang Cen was.
An immense power enveloped Pang Jian, causing his body to deform instantly, with his bones crackling as they were squeezed.
In this situation, the only thing Pang Jian could do was to go with the flow.
His internal organs were shrinking and shrinking. He tried his best to adjust his bones, making his flesh and blood become shriveled and his tendons and veins as thin as hair.
Pang Jian, who had a lean and tall figure, suddenly became a dwarf.
As the twisting force intensified, Pang Jian's flesh and bones in the "Creation Realm" shrank again, becoming several times smaller.
Soon, he became like a newborn baby.
Pang Jian was so young that his body was shaking as if in spasm, and his face still looked distorted and terrifying.
However, the attack from the true god Mu Wentao continued.
The twisting force was still continuing, and Pang Jian's body was shrinking along with the twisting force. After shrinking to the limit of its ability, his bones were still crackling, and his flesh and blood were rubbed by the force.
It seemed that in the next moment, he would be kneaded into a dough of flesh and blood and then explode.
The power of the true god can distort the void and shatter the heaven and earth.
Mu Wentao's mind changed, and he used the force directed at Pang Jian, which almost broke his bones and killed him on the spot.
"boom!"
The alien space and time suddenly collapsed.
The space teleportation array that Hongdu City used to communicate with the outside world, which had long since collapsed, turned into dust, and Pang Jian was able to reappear in the dust.
Feeling the slight fluctuation of space, Pang Jian realized that he had been inside the space teleportation array that had been reduced to pieces.
The first collapse of this space teleportation array actually meant that it changed from a space array to a support for another different time and space.
Its collapse is just a change of formation.
It is the fundamental body that accepts the souls and consciousness of countless dead people, and recreates a small world inside Hongdu City.
It’s not just those independent cultivators who died in Hongdu City.
All living beings in the entire Hongdu fragments, from east to west and north to south, have their minds connected to this small world when they die.
"If it's not a coincidence, then you have known about it for a long time?"
Mu Wentao also appeared in the dust and fog.
His eyes under the silver mask were filled with solemnity, and he asked, "Did you just notice it, or did others smell it as well?"
Tiandu Sanren lowered his head, looked at the white lantern in his hand, and said, "You are so smart, why not make a guess."
Mu Wentao was silent for a moment, secretly communicating with the alien god Youkui. His soul voice trembled: "Momo, has Momo entered the underground palace?"
He called the ghost clan's supreme god... Mo Mo. His soul voice was filled with emotions that were difficult to conceal. He knew very well that the other party was a god believed in by the ghost clan of the outer realm.
Still the strongest one.
But in his mind, Ling Yimo is his beloved disciple whom he taught carefully, and also his lover for whom he secretly developed deep feelings.
"My lord has entered the underground palace for a long time." Youkui said happily.
"Go in and call her out now! Quickly! Go quickly!" Mu Wentao's soul voice sounded like wailing.
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(End of this chapter)