"Where are they?"
You Kui asked with a sneer.
As soon as the sound fell, eerie rivers suddenly gushed out from a dozen caves on the surface of the nameless star.
The ghost river formed by powerful souls and ghosts exudes a silver-gray halo, extending outward from the stars.
Like a ferocious evil dragon, it suddenly rushed out from the dark and lightless underground abyss, wanting to wreak havoc on all living beings in the outside world and swallow up all the supernatural powers that could be swallowed.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
A group of evil spirits and ghosts from various tribes outside the sky suddenly flew out from the ghost rivers, including the giant tribe, the shadow tribe, the sky tribe, the demon tribe, the underground tribe, and the ghost tribe itself.
The sky was filled with evil spirits and ghosts, like butterflies and birds, floating in the void outside where the stars were.
"Search! Soul!"
Pieces of light that explore the soul, perceive the divine consciousness, and sense the soul's breath are released by those souls and ghosts and surround the stars.
"There isn't one? Could it be that it's just you?"
Youkui was stunned.
The next moment, the ghost rivers that had separated from the stars turned into silver-gray chains, as if connecting all the souls and ghosts, and returned to the underground in an instant.
Youkui felt relieved immediately when he thought that Han Yi and Yingyue, two middle-level gods of the same level, had also joined in.
He did not take Pang Jian seriously, but was quite afraid of Han Yi and Ying Yue.
After all, those two, like him, were real middle-level gods.
"That's right. Even if they wanted to kill me, they didn't dare to do it. Master Zimo and I have a spiritual connection. I can transmit my situation to him when I'm in trouble."
"As long as Master Zi Mo knows that the two of them attacked me, no matter what their motives are, they will both die."
"They only dare to reveal my hiding place to you."
Convinced that Pang Jian was the only one there, You Kui became calmer and calmer. He smiled and said, "I'm curious, how could they think that you, a newly promoted True God of the human race, could get rid of me?"
"I know you. Your name is Pang Jian, right? You come from the Sword Tower and are a sword god. You can also leave Purgatory..."
This god, who appeared in the image of a ghost man and looked quite handsome and beautiful, said: "I have heard from some ancient gods that there are mysterious boundary gods in Purgatory, which are passed down from generation to generation. The boundary gods seem to have mastered the method of leaving Purgatory without going through the heavenly prohibition."
"Are you the World God?"
Youkui asked finally.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
More than a dozen ghost rivers that had previously flown out of the stars and explored the external void instantly returned to the rocky cave in the earth's core where Youkui was.
The stone paths connecting the cave to the outside were suddenly filled with the Ghost River.
When the man was in the cave, Pang Jian's divine consciousness moved, and he saw more than a dozen turbulent ghost rivers coming along different stone paths, quickly blocking the way for him to escape.
"Shh! Shhh!"
The divine consciousness he used to sense his surroundings turned into dots of golden light when it touched the Ghost River.
The golden light, which has the characteristics of a "Hell Soul Bee" and has the ability to corrode and engulf the consciousness of gods, was instead absorbed by Youkui's Ghost River.
The golden glow, like dead leaves, was forced to sink to the bottom of the Ghost River.
"The true god of the human race!"
"Hey, what a rare species of gods! We have followed Lord Youkui for so many years, but we have never come into contact with the true gods of the human race in the outer galaxy!"
"Interesting, interesting divine power!"
Seven or eight fierce ghosts emerged from the mighty ghost river. They dragged the huge golden dead leaf-like divine consciousness into it as if carrying a heavy object.
"Soul Ban!"
Youkui on the stone platform shouted softly.
Between his eyebrows, a mysterious green ghost symbol was twisting vividly, absorbing the blood from his eyebrows.
As soon as the green ghost talisman appeared, his face turned three points paler, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.
But when he shouted the words "Soul Ban", when the green ghost talisman twisted and floated above his head, Pang Jian's soul was suddenly shaken.
He suddenly lost touch with the divine consciousness that was exploring the Ghost River, the source demon of the small world in the sword, and his own true body far away in Purgatory.
Once the "Soul Ban" was released, it seemed as if he was the only lonely ghost in the world.
Youkui, the countless evil spirits and ghosts in the Youkui Ghost River, the strange spirits that swallow stars.
Everything he could see, including invisible but real souls, disappeared from his perception.
What's more frightening is that the sensitivity of him, his five internal organs, and the acupoints of the sun, moon, and stars has also been greatly reduced.
The body is her own, the strength is her own, the objects are hers, but they suddenly become infinitely far away from him.
He couldn't touch it, couldn't extract it.
Youkui is the second middle-level god he fought against in outer space besides Yangluo.
Having had experience in fighting with Yangluo, he understood how terrifying the true power of a complete middle-level god was.
He had prepared himself mentally before coming and knew what he would face, but before the battle really broke out, he was taught a severe lesson by Youkui.
Fortunately, Han Yi knew Youkui’s strengths and advantages, and helped him prepare a backup plan.
"rise!"
After the main thoughts and the secondary thoughts of the soul were cut off, he withdrew them in advance, imprinted a will on the "Five Thunder Bombs" in advance, and took the lead in activating the artifact "Five Thunder Bombs".
A white pillar burst out from the sleeve of his left hand, which was made of colorful rays of light.
Along with the blast of the pillar, there were five mysterious lightning vortices and many lightning balls floating in the lightning vortices.
Golden thunder, wooden thunder, water thunder, fire thunder, earth thunder, countless powerful and violent thunder balls were thrown towards the mighty ghost river and sank into the depths of the river.
Youkui went through untold hardships and spent tens of thousands of years wandering around the star fields to collect the souls of powerful men, but suddenly suffered heavy casualties.
The God of Thunder is the nemesis of ghost gods like him!
Ghosts that have no real bodies but only ghostly spirits, no matter how high the level of their refinement is, will all disappear into thin air when encountering this kind of thunder spirit that naturally restrains them.
The Ghost River was also broken into pieces after being bombarded by a wave of thunder balls from the "Five Thunder Bombs".
At first glance, it looked like a long, sinister snake that was broken into many pieces by the explosion.
"Bang!"
The pillar of the divine weapon "Five Thunder Bombs" fell on Youkui's head, as did the green ghost talisman used to cast the "Soul Confinement".
The five thunders struck like killing a terrifying evil ghost, causing the ghost talisman to suddenly disappear.
Youkui groaned, and the "soul restriction" was lifted instantly.
"Thunder Artifact!"
The ghost god who suffered a loss let out a sharp scream, and his body was immediately wrapped in the huge black cloak.
His face and body were all wrapped in a cloak, and his eerie and cold aura no longer emanated from him.
"Shh! Chila!"
From the Ghost River and from the "Five Thunder Bombs", the lightning and thunder balls that splashed and flew outward and hit him were all blocked by the black cloak.
You Kui was unharmed and said in a cold voice: "All ghost gods like me have imagined the scene of fighting with a Thunder God of the same level. Since we know that we are naturally restrained by the Thunder God, we will always prepare something."
"Pang Jian, the artifact in your hand should belong to a demon god, or a low-level demon god!"
"A low-level Thunder God's divine weapon can only cause me a small loss when I am not prepared."
He had been holding it in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to swing the sharp blade. He suddenly slashed at the artifact "Five Thunder Bombs."
Seven dark blue divine lights slashed towards the white divine pillar. The core space inside the star was suddenly torn into narrow cracks, and an unknown stream of light flashed.
The space at the center of the earth was actually cut open by the sharp blade, which shows how sharp this weapon is!
“Boom boom boom!”
“Ding ding ding!”
Seven rays of divine light slashed down, and the numerous divine thunders that exploded from the "Five Thunder Bombs" were all chopped off by the sharp weapon.
After this huge artifact was obtained from the Beast God Leimeng, it was carefully refined and infused with the five elements of divine power. It was cut by Youkui and had many cracks on it.
"Five thunderbolts. The raw materials used for the forging are not strong enough to withstand His sharp weapon."
The source demon of the small world in the sword shouted a reminder, "I will try my best to limit his communication with external gods, especially that Zi Mo. But my demon body will also be affected by the terrifying power of thunder, so it is better for me not to show my head."
"This way, you can focus on fighting without having to worry about me."
When he was delivering the message, he had already seen Pang Jian take out another magical weapon.
As the thunder pool appeared, the entire cave in the center of the earth was filled with great terror.
Those ghosts that were not killed by the divine thunder and were still wriggling and wandering in the ghost rivers all screamed in extreme fear.
Just by smelling the aura emanating from the thunder pool, the evil spirits and fierce ghosts that had barely survived the five thunders felt that they were about to die.
"Thunder God's relics!"
"I didn't expect that you would actually seize it and successfully perform a ritual."
"If this thing had not been broken or damaged, but was held intact in the hands of Thunder God, even Lord Zi Mo and Lord He Mo Tian would have retreated."
"Unfortunately, the peerless divine weapon only has a little power left, and you are not a pure thunder god."
Under the cover of the dark cloak, You Kui sneered twice and said, "I would be a little nervous if the one driving it was just a low-level thunder god."
"But you are not."
"For a fellow like you who wants everything but is not proficient in anything, if I give you a high-level divine weapon left by Thunder God, how much power can you exert?"
Youkui under the cloak extended his hands infinitely and suddenly pulled in the abandoned limbs of the Galactus.
A dozen pieces of the Star Devourer's limbs turned into long whip pythons, which He controlled with great agility to whip and entangle Pang Jian.
“Swoosh! Swoosh!”
The black-gold divine sword slashed through the void, and the dazzling sword light carried all kinds of exquisite sword techniques, slashing towards the limbs of the Star Devourer.
"Crack! Crack!"
The attack from the long whip python was chopped into pieces by the magic sword and scattered on the ground like corpses.
Although the space at the center of the earth is spacious, it is only relatively large for creatures of normal size.
In such a space, Pang Jian did not make his soul towering and majestic, and Youkui did not make his divine body gigantic.
They all attacked each other in their normal body forms using the methods they were proficient in.
Pang Jian, who has the Five Thunder Bombs, the Thunder Pool, and the Source Demon Sword in his hands, relies on the high level of the artifacts and the natural restraint of Youkui to fight Youkui on equal terms in the underground cave.
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(End of this chapter)