In the underground palace.
Thirty-six thick clouds of smoke flowed inward like water, reaching a gloomy palace deep inside.
This hall has no stone pillars to support it, and there is only a huge deep pit in the center, which was supposed to be used to store the reincarnation pool.
The "Xuanyin Power" that flows into the underground palace from the thirty-six palace gates would in the past sweep up the souls of all realms of Purgatory and bring them into the reincarnation pool to wash away the cause and effect.
Once upon a time, the reincarnation of all beings in purgatory was realized here.
At this moment, Zi Mo, the supreme god of the ghost clan, had already materialized his soul and body. He was flying leisurely in the underground palace where the "Xuan Yin Power" was like water.
It’s like walking in your own back garden.
Powerful gods like him have appeared in other "prison" worlds and have come into contact with similar underground palaces.
In fact, he has refined more than one underground palace.
He was able to become the supreme god worshipped by the ghost tribe because he had traveled deep into strange worlds and searched for different underground palaces, turning them into extensions of his divine power.
The world is like purgatory. As long as it obtains and refines the underground palace, he can instantly obtain supreme merit.
Dominating the cycle of life and death in the world will multiply His divine power and allow Him to be revered and worshipped by more believers.
Although the Purgatory City was shattered, the underground palace sank here and has stopped functioning for many years.
But with His extraordinary means, since He had found the underground palace and had condensed a demigod body in Purgatory, He would naturally be able to refine the underground palace thoroughly.
In order to support him in obtaining the underground palace, the master offered the three towns of Yinling Town, Silent Town and Guiling Town together.
How could He not succeed
But when he finally appeared in this gloomy palace, he saw a familiar figure.
The back of a tall woman.
The woman was wearing a loose green robe and standing beside the pit where the Samsara Pond should have been, as if she was lost in thought.
Thirty-six thick clouds of smoke merged into the body of the woman in green like water, without any sense of stagnation.
Her body seemed to be the source and destination of the "Xuan Yin Power" in the world. If there were any dead souls being swept up by the "Xuan Yin Power", it seemed that they should also be integrated into her.
She stood in this solemn palace, looking so harmonious and natural.
It seemed as if she had been here for tens of millions of years, ever since the underground palace came into existence and this palace was created.
She, this palace, and this underground palace are one and the same.
It’s because she refined the Samsara Pond, and the Samsara Pond is the core of the underground palace.
"Xiao Mo."
She turned around, and her not-so-beautiful face revealed supreme dignity and grace.
She did not deliberately let go of her amazing aura, her face was calm and she said calmly: "Since the day I saw you in the strange fog and led you to the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, I have been waiting for this day."
"As you wished, you finally found the underground palace and met me again."
"I know, I showed up a little early. According to your plan, I should have reappeared after you refined the underground palace."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."
She sighed and said, "Nothing surprises me. The only thing that surprises me is... that my junior brother, who I taught since childhood and brought to the position of True God, would actually betray me because of you."
As powerful and majestic as she is, she felt a little sad after being betrayed by her junior fellow apprentice.
"The Purgatory Human Race is indeed difficult to deal with. I underestimated you."
After a moment of shock, Zi Mo regained his composure. He had no feelings of sadness or joy in his heart. He just said, "I have traveled in many worlds hidden in the strange fog. I have refined five underground palaces. This time, it was the first time that I ran into bad luck and accidentally fell into your hands."
Gods like Him are immortal, and His true body is still in the universe.
Compared with the long and infinite time, this small failure is really nothing.
Having experienced too many storms and waves, Zi Mo knew that defeat was inevitable the moment he saw her suddenly appear.
He also knew that his plan to take over the underground palace had failed miserably.
His demigod body, forged from the separated soul seed, is destined to be annihilated in the underground palace, and Youkui's puppet body will also perish.
The ghost clan's tenth-level warrior Wu Bi, the ghost cultivator Zhou Yi, the Yinling Town, the Guiling Town, and the Siling Town will all be taken in by the Ghost Mother.
That is, Mu Wentao, who was moved by him through love, would probably die here.
But He didn't care.
This small setback was quickly overcome by Him.
He has his own demeanor and ease.
He bowed slightly to the graceful woman who had called him Master for many years before he awakened, and said with a light smile: "The battle between you and me has just begun."
"At least, I won the first battle, right?" said the ghost mother with a smile.
“Purgatory is your home ground. My true body cannot enter. This is somewhat unfair.” “He” looked up at the sky, which He could not actually see, and said, “When you can step out of Purgatory and see the real me, you will also feel that it is unfair.”
After saying this, the supreme god of the ghost clan disintegrated in front of the Ghost Mother.
He shattered into billions of crystal lights that scattered throughout the underground palace.
"I really look forward to meeting you in the galaxy beyond the sky."
The ghost mother murmured softly.
The next moment, she disappeared from the underground palace and appeared before the eyes of the alien god Youkui.
She slapped the alien god, who was just a puppet, to death with a slap like a fly.
Glancing at the desperate Zhou Yi, she frowned and said, "You are not a member of my Ghost Sacrifice Sect. Your life or death should be decided by King Li."
The magnificent underground palace behind her suddenly shook slightly.
Wu Bi's face suddenly changed color, and when he was about to slip into the secret mirror tunnel, he saw that the world seemed to be reversed.
He became top-heavy and soon, surrounded by thirty-six pillars of dim white light, Wu Bi fell straight to the ground.
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Hongdu City.
Mu Wentao, wearing silver armor, lost his mind because of just a few words from Tiandu Sanren. When he went to verify secretly, he noticed something unusual under the southern desert.
Therefore, Mu Wentao realized that Tiandu Sanren was not exaggerating.
At this time, Tiandu Sanren smiled and shook the white lantern in his hand.
Suddenly, countless flames flew out from the city and moved towards Mu Wentao in a mighty manner.
The stone ground, walls, and dilapidated buildings of Hongdu City suddenly showed deep patterns on their surfaces, and the entire city became eerie and terrifying.
The hunched over Tiandu Sanren slowly straightened his back, then raised it up little by little.
“Pang Jian, just kill Jiang Cen when he attacks the True God. Mu Wentao is his protector in achieving the True God, and with me in Hongdu City, he, the protector, will have no time to interfere with you.”
"As long as you follow the falling rays of light, you will be able to find him in the city, and then use the Origin Demon Sword to destroy his heart or soul."
"Forget it, I'll just give you a ride."
He gave it a gentle push.
After appearing in the strange land, Pang Jian, who had been trying his best to recover from his injuries and was strengthening himself with the "Great Fortune Holy Body", was sent directly to Jiang Cen by him.
Jiang Cen sat on top of a millstone. The mysterious pond had disappeared, but he still had his eyes closed.
A ray of crystal light fell from the sky and pierced his crown like a sword. There were countless tiny spots of light in the crystal light, and upon closer inspection, they were the cold and strange fires that wrapped the souls of the dead.
In the illusory foreign land, the pond seemed to have merged into him, and the strange fire of the dead souls was pouring into the divine throne that belonged to him alone.
"Even if there is no true god to protect you, you, Pang Jian, are not qualified to shake my throne."
Jiang Cen closed his eyes and did not move his lips, but the sound came from his belly.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
Three dark ghosts appeared behind Jiang Cen one after another, and their size increased several times in an instant.
The Dark Ghost Way is a secret technique of ghost sacrifice that Jiang Cen comprehended. It requires capturing powerful ghosts from the fifth realm, extracting their souls and carefully condensing them.
When he asked Han Zhiyuan to form the Dark Ghost, his original intention was to obtain high-level ghost souls through transactions with alien races.
"Hoo! Hoo, hoo, hoo!"
More dark ghosts emerged one by one and floated around Jiang Cen.
Those green dark ghosts were the souls of powerful ghosts that had been magnified several times. They actually formed an array and trapped Pang Jian inside.
"Ghost..."
Pang Jian smiled coldly.
He is very experienced in dealing with such spirits and ghosts.
No matter what level these dark ghosts were in their previous lives, as long as they did not have real bodies, they could be defeated through the way of Thunder God.
“Swish!”
As he raised his hand and swung it, lightning sword lights intertwined in the air, easily killing the nearby dark ghosts one by one.
"Thank you, Tong!"
Jiang Cen screamed.
The plump woman with heavy rouge and powder from the Blood Prison Sect suddenly appeared here and raised her hand to scatter bright red blood beads all over the ground.
The bodyless dark ghosts fell quietly into the blood beads on the ground. When they got up again, they had simple bodies but could barely withstand a few lightning strikes.
"Something has happened in the Broken Land. Lu Qinghe and Mu Weifeng are rushing to the east to help another Conferred God."
"Jiang Cen, with Mr. Mu in Hongdu City, even Tiandu Sanren can't split himself."
"As for me, I only need to deal with Pang Jian, and your journey to becoming a god will proceed smoothly."
"I will do my best, and I hope you can also become a god faster!"
Xie Tong from the Blood Prison Sect knew that something was wrong when he arrived.
Now, she only wanted to see one of Jiang Cen and Dongfang become a true god, so that they could see hope of success.
The disappearance of the ghost clan’s supreme god, the demise of Youkui, Wu Bi being suddenly pulled into the ground, and the sudden appearance of Tiandu Sanren.
The occurrence of these events was like a bucket of cold water poured on their heads, making them realize very clearly that the true gods who had controlled Purgatory for so many years could not be easily defeated.
"They know clearly what we are planning, yet they pretend to be ignorant! In the Hongdu Fragmented Land, there are more than 7,000 independent cultivators, and they are all people with good cultivation!" Xie Tong screamed, looking at the dark ghosts with flesh and blood, and roared to Pang Jian: "Who is the evil demon, who is the evil way?"
"Aren't those seven thousand independent cultivators bait for the True God?"
"In order to make it seem like the truth and to confuse us, the True Gods can abandon so many innocent people! You, the Great Elder of the Sword Tower, Jiang Ran, also died under the gaze of those True Gods!"
"Pang Jian, can you tell me who is righteous and who is evil?"
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(End of this chapter)