Goddess Han Jing's expression was filled with a rare sense of sadness and helplessness.
He has few friends among the gods, except Yingyue.
If he didn't want to join forces with Yingyue and him to seize the Star Devourer of the Dark Prison, he would definitely not be willing to reveal his true feelings.
This time, He quietly left the divine domain that He ruled and entered this galaxy that had been deserted for many years. He really didn't want to get a piece of the pie from Purgatory.
He is self-aware.
With the great demon gods Hemotian and Tianwei around, and Zi Mo of the ghost clan in charge, what can He do
The reason why He came here was because all the gods gathered here, and the high-ranking god who was pressing Him step by step would not rush into this world to do anything to Him.
Gods also have to abide by morals and rules. The one facing Hermos, the purple-ink god, would have some concerns.
"I've never heard you say this before." Yingyue looked stern and asked solemnly, "Who is He? What exactly does He want to do to you?"
“I will not mention His name.”
Goddess Han Jing sighed bitterly and hesitated for a moment before she said, "When I was promoted from a low-level god to a mid-level god, He also gave me some help. It was my fault that I was too naive at the time and didn't know that there is no such thing as a gift without a reason."
"The Extreme Cold Divine Path that I comprehended will help Him grow stronger, but as a low-level God, I don't have the ability to help Him."
"When I became a mid-level god, He came looking for me, and he openly and covertly expressed the idea of 'combining gods' with me. He is a high-level god, and I am only a mid-level god. If we practice together, it would only mean that He would demand my divine power without limit, and use it to become a god."
"I don't have many friends, let alone a powerful backer, so I had no choice but to stay away from my own divine domain and enter this world to avoid Him."
"But, when this catastrophe in Purgatory is over, no matter what the outcome, the gods will leave. And I will have no choice but to return to my divine realm."
“When the time comes, I will have to face Him.”
The goddess of cold crystal smiled helplessly and sadly, looking at the illusory altar in front of her, and said: "If I can obtain some of the rare treasures on the star-devourer and the rare treasures in the strange fog, maybe I can find a powerful backer."
“That way, I can get rid of Him.”
For the Goddess Han Jing, it is not realistic to be promoted to a high-level god in a short period of time. Unless there is an earth-shattering adventure, there is a glimmer of hope.
All he wanted was to use the rare treasure to befriend another powerful god and buy himself more breathing time.
However, this may also cause Him to fall from one abyss to another.
"I'll help you!"
Yingyue, who is also a female deity, felt the same way after hearing this and said, "As long as you can get the creatures of the heaven and earth to set up a prayer altar to call us, I will take the risk with you!"
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Dark prison.
After the eight limbs of Galactus chased Pang Jian in vain, they did not return along the same route.
The strange limbs, like a long winding dragon, stopped above those complete continents.
Among them, there were five limbs, like five city walls appearing on a piece of land.
And that piece of land is where the strong men in this world gather.
"howl!"
The shrill roar of the Star Devourer was heard again among the gray-yellow stars in the sky.
Five limbs that were neither gold nor crystal pierced a mountain, penetrated a lake, sank into a deep pit, entered a city, and stretched across a forest.
Three ninth-level bloodline warriors of the Dark Spirit Clan, one ninth-level warrior of the Shadow Clan, and one ninth-level warrior of the Sea Clan were instantly locked by the Star Devourer's limbs.
The bad news has arrived!
Five powerful men whose bloodlines had reached level nine and whose soul auras were vast and distant suddenly felt dizzy.
The five soul shadows suddenly flew away from the flesh and blood body, and were absorbed by the limbs of the Star Devourer one by one, and died in an instant.
In the other three continents, the ninth-level strongmen of the Mandrill Tribe, the Earth Spirit Tribe and another Shadow Tribe were also strangled to death by the Star Devourer at the same time, and their souls were sucked away.
In the current Dark Prison, there are a total of eight warriors from various races whose bloodlines have reached level nine, and they were killed in an instant.
There were cries everywhere.
The young children of the families that were protected by those ninth-level strong men sobbed around their soulless corpses.
One by one, the young men looked at the eight limbs of Galactus slowly returning to the sky with extreme hatred.
In Dark Prison, there are only eight existing level nine warriors, and the Star Devourer has just separated eight limbs.
From the very beginning, he intended to use the souls of the ninth-level strong men in this world to make up for his losses.
Regardless of whether they can catch up with Pang Jian or not, regardless of the final result, the eight people with level nine bloodlines will die.
Because His meal was interrupted, because while He was enjoying the delicious food, a stranger suddenly appeared.
Just for this reason, He took His anger out on the beings in the Dark Hell.
To Him, all the creatures in the Dark Hell are soul food that He keeps in captivity. When and how to eat them is entirely up to His preference.
If Pang Jian had not appeared, he could have waited a few more years to nurture those ninth-level powerhouses a little better, and wait until their souls could gather more power and sublimate and transform to a higher stage.
The stronger the soul, the more delicious it is.
Pang Jian’s arrival made him feel the crisis, so he picked and ate the “fruit” without waiting for it to be fully ripe.
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"Father!"
In the shuttle-shaped ship, a young and handsome Dark Elf warrior slumped on the deck as if his knees had lost support, his voice even hoarse from crying.
His father was the strongest warrior of the Dark Spirit Clan in this era.
In order to seek a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, his father kept a low profile and patiently tempered his bloodline over and over again at level eight.
The purpose is to find an opportunity to be promoted to level ten in a short period of time, so as to break through the Dark Prison's ban.
The tribe's high priest told everyone that the Star Devourer would only have no time to care about other things when it was eating stars.
It was at this time that his father had the opportunity.
Now it seems that the Star Devourer still firmly controls the overall situation of the Dark Prison while eating, and can decide the life and death of all living beings at will.
The so-called "no time to care about other things while eating" is probably just a beautiful lie deliberately made up by the Star Devourer so that the creatures in the Dark Hell can see a glimmer of hope.
Only when there is hope in their hearts and they know there is a chance, will all living beings in this world continue to work hard to strengthen their bloodline.
Only in this way will one dare to step into the ninth level bloodline and dare to fight for it once.
Eight limbs flew into the air and suddenly strangled eight powerful men with level nine bloodlines, tearing apart the lies he had woven.
It also completely cut off the hope of all the people in the Dark Hell.
From now on, the high priest of the Dark Spirit Clan will no longer have any illusions, and the strong men of other clans will no longer work so hard to condense themselves, and dare not step into the ninth level again.
Because there is no hope at all, no chance, no possibility.
In fact, there never was.
…
The bottom of the dark prison.
Above the strange fog.
Pang Jian, in the form of the immortal spirit, immersed himself in one of the Star Devourer's limbs with his glowing and colorful body, fully absorbing the abundant energy hidden inside.
He didn't pay much attention to the anomalies above the six continents, nor did he pay attention to the subsequent actions of the Star Devourer.
Anyway, within a certain range, as long as Galactus's limbs reappear, he will be able to sense it instinctively.
Since he can sneak into the strange fog at any time and since the Star Devourer is unwilling to pursue him in the strange fog, he is invincible.
I don’t know how long this went on.
All the energy inside this tens of millions of feet long limb was sucked away by Pang Jian, and his immortal soul was like taking a super-large nourishing holy medicine, glowing with an increasingly dazzling light.
The shape and color of the Immortal Spirit is no longer golden, but a mixture of various colors.
Viewed from afar, this immortal spirit, which was only magnified a dozen times, seemed to be refined from divine clouds and rainbows. It was gorgeous to the extreme, with a magnificent beauty that mortals could not imagine.
He felt that his muscles were stronger, and the Taoist lightning patterns imprinted on his bones became much denser.
He also gained a deeper understanding of the special laws of nature such as plants, earth, stars, and ice.
He was already imagining how powerful he would be able to be after returning to his true form and regaining control of the Source Demon Sword.
True God, can you fight
Can the alien races, those warriors with level ten bloodline, fight head-on
“Swoosh! Whoosh!”
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
Ships fell from the sky and landed in front of him.
Led by the high priest of the Dark Spirit Tribe, the eighth-level elders of the Shadow Tribe, Mandrill Tribe, Sea Tribe, and Earth Spirit Tribe all knelt on the deck of the ship.
Kneeling and touching the ground with the forehead seems to be the greatest respect that all ethnic groups can show to their superiors.
"Sir, please help the Dark Prison break free and kill the Star Devourer."
The high priest of the Dark Spirit Clan had a voice that sounded like it was dripping with blood, filled with endless grief, indignation and resentment.
He kowtowed and wailed again, "You are our only hope! With our own strength, with the power of the Dark Prison, we will never be able to kill or drive Him away."
"If he doesn't die, the Dark Hell will be forever dark and without light, and all living beings will have no way out."
The other old men from the Mandrill, Sea, Shadow and Earth Spirit tribes were also trembling and praying that Pang Jian, the outsider, would make the Star Devourer pay the price.
To this end, they were willing to take the risk of being noticed by Galactus and were prepared to die.
"Earth Spirits, Shadow Clan..."
Pang Jian's eyes were complicated.
These two ethnic groups also exist in the fifth realm of Purgatory. Instigated by alien gods from outer space, they also participated in the ascension to heaven, in order to blast the human race down from the upper realm and kill them.
But in the dark prison, in this ignored world of "prison", they are just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
As the god of the human race, helping the aliens of the Dark Prison to kill the Star Devourer seems to go against the strategy of the true gods of the human race.
But this is a dark prison, a place where true gods cannot come, and he is the only hope for all living beings here.
"I will try again, not for you, but because Galactus is precious."
After saying this, Pang Jian suddenly disappeared into the strange fog under the expectant gazes of the old men in the Dark Prison.
He just disappeared, and the elders from all the tribes in the Dark Prison looked as if they had lost their parents.
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(End of this chapter)