"Robe?"
The pearl curtain from which Jiang Fan's emperor's crown dangled had long since disappeared. He secretly felt the aura emanating from that dark "curtain", and had the illusion that he was gaining insight into many demonic realms beyond the sky.
Billions of evil thoughts and evil ideas turned into spiritual torrents, following his exploratory consciousness, trying to penetrate his soul's sea of consciousness.
Jiang Fan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a dull expression suddenly appeared on his face.
In a trance, he saw ancient demons of various appearances, all towering thousands of feet tall, carrying evil magic weapons as big as mountains, and rushing towards him while talking loudly.
He suffered a mental breakdown and his mind was immediately lost after just one look at the team formed by many ancient demons.
He didn't know where he was, or who he was. He just wanted to be a member of this mighty team and become a small demon among them.
This power is teaching all living beings to become demons!
When Jiang Fan was about to collapse and give up everything he had to pursue the path of the devil and become one of the devils, Pang Jian answered: "Yes, it is a robe."
The fog that obscured Jiang Fan's heart, his mind that had been bewitched and infiltrated, suddenly became clear because of these words.
"call!"
Jiang Fan let out a long sigh.
Before he knew it, he was sweating profusely, and the sweat felt cold.
Just like his cold mood at the moment.
"Who does it belong to?" Jiang Fan asked again, suppressing his fear.
After a slight hesitation, Pang Jian replied, "A fallen master."
"The black phoenix from the seventh realm?" Jiang Fan shouted in surprise.
Pang Jian shook his head.
Jiang Fan was even more shocked. Seeing that Pang Jian did not explain directly, he said, "You two, master and disciple, one of you has merged the 'sky ban' of Purgatory, and the other has directly refined the sky curtain of the fifth world."
"The existence of the Sword Tower in Purgatory is truly a blessing for the human race."
He never stopped again, condensing into an indescribable royal energy and flying into the sky, determined to put aside the disputes in the kingdom of God and launch an attack on the next realm like Zhu Ji.
"Pang Jian!"
Su Wanrou came whistling, her skirt swaying.
Li Zhaotian and Yin Ji were holding hands, looking relaxed and comfortable, and they came closer with surprise in their eyes.
At this time, the black robe that originally belonged to the Lord of Demon Heaven and was later seized by the Black Phoenix finally shrank to a size that could be worn by Pang Jian.
Holding the black robe, Pang Jian saw ancient demonic characters.
Hemotian, Fajie, Tianwei, Luanji, Qinghe, Youjin...
He suddenly recognized every ancient demonic character. His eyes fell on a character representing the demon god, and he could vaguely sense the location of that demon god.
The ancient demonic characters represent the true names of the demon gods, and the robes can see through the true names of every demon god who has left his name!
"Hemotian!"
He pinched his robe with one hand and stroked the real name that symbolized Hermoshen with the other hand, concentrating his divine consciousness to perceive.
In the endless starry sky, there were many Hermos that were noticed by him!
In a magnificent city, deep inside the most luxurious building, there was a burly demon man lying with his head held high in a boiling demon pool, being carefully served by some fox girls and celestial girls.
He ate the fruits offered by the young girl, his eyes closed and his mind wandering, while on his crotch sat a seductive witch who was constantly rising and falling.
He is enjoying life to the fullest, he is one of the Hermits.
In a towering demon palace, another Hermotian with three heads and six arms sat upright and was worshipped by many powerful demons below.
He looked solemn and serious, and was explaining the true meaning of the devil's way.
This is also Hermoshen.
In the galaxy beyond the strange fog, there is another majestic and vast Hermoshen, who is talking to several demons and many low-level gods, telling them that there are changes in Purgatory.
This is also part of Hermos.
A strong warrior of the Bull Demon Clan sat in the center of a prayer altar, and the demonic soul of Hemotian gradually appeared in his mind.
The monstrous demonic force gathered together, and the demonic soul of Hemotian was like a horrible demon, which completely swallowed up the original demonic soul of the Bull Demon warrior.
The warrior's memories, thoughts and consciousness all became Hemotian's tiny thoughts.
Many Hermitians are scattered in different worlds, some are enjoying life, some are spreading the law and preaching, and some are comprehending the profound truth of the magic way.
The Great Demon God can indeed split into thousands, with several main bodies that can move in different worlds.
Appearing in various demonic worlds in different forms seems to be a way of practice for Hemotian.
"Hemotian!"
Zhu Ji's voice suddenly sounded.
At the location of the Bull Demon warrior whose body was possessed, before the advent ceremony of Hermotian came to an end, Zhu Ji had already accurately locked onto Him.
"Since you dare to come, then die."
There was an extremely violent force that enveloped all the locations of the Bull Demon warriors and filled that area of sky and earth.
And this was also Pang Jian’s final feeling.
He was certain that Hermotian, who tried to use secret techniques to appear in Purgatory, would not be able to escape Zhu Ji's pursuit and would be wiped out of this evil spirit immediately.
Sure enough, He Motian, who was above the sea of fog, groaned and said angrily, "Zhu Ji has achieved a breakthrough!"
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Pang Jian's divine consciousness moved away from the three ancient demon characters representing Hermotian and no longer paid attention to Him.
"Dharma verse!"
He stroked the other two ancient demon characters, trying to concentrate his divine consciousness to gain insight and take a closer look at the current situation in the underworld.
Soon, he felt many Dharma verses.
There was a look of surprise on his face, and his expression was extremely strange.
At this time, Su Wanrou had arrived. Seeing his strange expression, she asked, "Pang Jian, is the robe in your hand the sky curtain that separates the fifth world from the fourth world?"
"Yeah." Pang Jian responded casually.
"You?" Su Wanrou covered her mouth and exclaimed softly. Seeing Li Zhaotian and Yin Ji also coming, she asked again: "What does the ancient demonic writing you are touching mean?"
"A great demon god who is neither male nor female." Pang Jian frowned before explaining, "His name is Fajie, and he is also a world god. His most important demon body fights in the underworld as a male."
"He has three other bodies, all of them are female demons, uh..."
Pang Jian didn't know what to say next, so he said, "Anyway, the demon soul must be him!"
Through this supreme magic weapon left by Mo Tian, he saw the other three magic verses, namely the demon girl, the demon beautiful woman, and a neutral witch.
The demon girl, who mingled with some older demon men, seemed to be quite fond of old men.
The beautiful demon women find the greatest pleasure in playing with the emotions of young demon boys.
A neutral witch whose playmates are of the same sex.
But Fajie's true form is clearly a mighty and strong demon man, full of masculine aura.
He split into three demon souls, which were reincarnated into three demon women of different ages, taking pleasure in mature men, boys, and demon women of the same sex.
The robe left by Motian allowed Pang Jian to see a new world and an unknown side of Fajie.
As a result, Fajie's real body, which was currently in the underworld, was left behind to gain insight.
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(End of this chapter)