When he put on the robe, Pang Jian suddenly felt an indescribable heavy force, like a mountain pressing on his back.
That’s thirty-six demonic realms!
There are also five great demons whose real names are left, eighteen demons at the middle god level, and the faith of hundreds of millions of demon creatures!
In the vast and boundless galaxy, there are actually thirty-six demon realms, which echo this robe!
Pang Jian can use his robe to call upon the surging demonic energy and the lives of hundreds of millions of creatures who believe in the devil!
Putting on the robe, he seemed to be going to undertake some kind of mission.
He doesn't have to follow the path of the devil, he doesn't have to always act according to his heart, and he doesn't have to be extremely selfish.
However, he must consider himself as one of the demons!
In other words, he has to work hard for the demons and the demon gods to become stronger!
A master-level magic weapon carries too much weight. If you want to use the supreme power granted by the magic weapon, you must carry something.
As long as he is willing to take on the responsibility, he can call upon the evil thoughts and malicious intentions of hundreds of millions of living beings in the thirty-six demon realms at will.
As long as he is willing, he can also grab the boundless demonic power in the thirty-six demon realms at will.
He can also mobilize some of the power of those great demons and middle-level gods who are still alive and have their real names left, and bless himself through his robes.
Great demons like Hermoten and Fajie will be controlled by him!
There are some powerful ancient demons left in the mysterious space of the fog sea. He can also use this robe to gather their strength.
Not to mention the robe's other magical powers, how powerful are these alone
If he really carries this monstrous demonic energy and can bear it, his combat power will skyrocket in an instant!
That giant ape and Longdi from the underworld may not be without the ability to fight!
"Huff! Huff!"
Pang Jian's breathing became a little rapid. Thoughts arose in his mind, but were forcefully suppressed by him.
"Wear the devil's robe, carry the devil's will, serve the devil with your body, and unite with the devil with your soul."
The boundless evil thoughts and malicious ideas within the robe turned into vast demonic thoughts, repeating these words over and over again.
In secret, it seemed as if there were countless powerful demons trying to persuade him to pursue the supreme truth of magic.
As long as he nods, as long as he is willing to open his mind, he can instantly become an almighty demon!
This was the second time he had experienced such a strong temptation!
In that deep sea of demonic energy, he held on to his original intention for the first time, but this time the power was even more ferocious and terrifying, and it was about to overwhelm his self-intelligence in an instant.
In the ocean of souls in his mind.
Billions of evil thoughts that did not belong to him turned into a blue-black cloud of smoke, floating above the deep sea formed by his divine consciousness, and turned into another terrifying "sky-covering curtain".
His crystal clear divine nature is like a towering sacred mountain in the sea, and the original soul within him maintains his immortal wisdom.
"Carrying the devil's will!"
"Serve the devil with your body!"
"To combine the spirit and soul with the devil."
The mighty demonic sound roars endlessly in this world of souls.
One after another, bizarre and mysterious demon realms were opened up in the blue-black smoke, and many mighty and tall ancient demons revealed their true forms in the demon realms.
They laughed strangely and wantonly, as if staring at Pang Jian's soul from different demonic realms.
The true meaning of magic that they had comprehended after thousands of years turned into clusters of flames, streaks of lightning, and some mysterious magic patterns, trying to imprint them on Pang Jian's divinity.
If Pang Jian is willing to accept and allow these mysteries of the magic to be integrated into his godhood, his level of godhood will be instantly broken through.
From a middle-level god to a high-level god, there is only one step.
The price is to abandon everything you have, focus on the devil from now on, and no longer cling to anything else.
He had refused once.
But this time, after experiencing the destruction of his immortal soul and being severely injured by the ferocious old ape, he was in a state of depression and anger. When he saw that a stronger power was within his reach, the burning desire in his heart gradually overwhelmed his reason.
Reason told him that his path was not the evil path.
He can proceed steadily and use his existing path, which is more suitable for him, to be promoted to a high-level god, and seek greater power and divine level in the future.
But desire was tormenting him, tempting him, and making him immediately acquire the power of the high god.
Then, with the power of a high-level god, he took control of this magic treasure and led many demon realms and great demons to participate in the war in the underworld to seek revenge on the old ape.
Inside Purgatory, with the power of a high-ranking god and the robes left behind by Demon Tian, he can also compete with the two overlords.
Especially the Black Phoenix!
He felt endless hatred from the robe.
The Lord of Demonic Heaven was killed by the Black Phoenix, and the robe was also snatched away by the Black Phoenix. It was thrown above and turned into a sky curtain, separating the Purgatory World into two different worlds.
The master of relics remembers the deep hatred and has never been extinguished after thousands of years.
Regarding the death of the Black Phoenix, Yi Pao, Luo Hongyan and Shi Mo have a common goal.
"Carry the devil's will and become a devil!"
The evil desire in Pang Jian's heart grew stronger and stronger.
The sea of divine consciousness in his mind and the dark blue devilish sky above were slowly merging into one, and the sky and the sea were about to become one.
Once the sky and the sea truly come together, it means that Pang Jian has accepted the important task of revitalizing the magic path.
"Motian is dead."
"This master who was born in the sea of fog was successfully killed by the black phoenix during the fight with the black phoenix."
"Can the devil's way really be revived through a loser? If one completely falls into the devil's way, then one becomes the master of this road. Can everything really be reversed?"
There were also some clear thoughts, like sparks, flickering in Pang Jian's soul.
Those are dots of golden light.
These seemed to be the immortal soul fire of Pang Jian's primordial spirit that fell into the mysterious soul sea of the underworld.
“Wow! Wow!”
He then heard the sound of the sea flowing.
The deep sea condensed by his divine consciousness, the origin of his godhead, became increasingly clear and bright in the sound of flowing water.
The cloud of smoke formed by billions of evil thoughts and the thirty-six devil realms opened up in the smoke were slowly disappearing because of his inner determination and because he was no longer twisted and bewitched by desires.
He once again kept his heart!
"Pang Jian? Is that you? Where are you?"
The voice of the source demon suddenly rang in his perception, shocking him as if he had been enlightened.
He suddenly woke up and realized that he had survived the "demon calamity" again and endured the bewitching voices of all demons.
He put on the magic robe, took a few breaths, and after a moment of trance, he suddenly saw a scene.
Deep in a snowy demonic realm, the handsome and extraordinary Source Demon fell in a pool of his own blood.
His demonic blood was solidifying, he was still holding the black-gold sword in his hand, and nine lanterns were floating above his head.
The nine lanterns all burned with the devil's soul as their lamp oil, and their wicks were all slender devil shadows.
"Ayuan, you are still going to die here."
A skinny demon god, holding a bone spear, approached the source demon calmly and said, "Don't blame me, we need another master to appear in the world."
"This master must be born in the starry sky, not in the depths of the sea of fog."
"Lord Motian has fallen for too long. Since he is dead, it proves that the magic path he insisted on cannot bring our clan to a higher level."
"Master Shiji is the new future of our race. His magic that embraces everything is even more powerful."
"A Yuan, you already know that we are all part of Him. I am willing to merge into Him and become the cornerstone of the prosperity of the magic path. I must correct your disobedience."
One of the nine clones, the other external body of the Origin Demon, stabbed the Origin Demon's forehead with a bone spear.
The spear was burning with a white flame, chilling and chilling.
"Pang Jian!"
The Source Demon, who had suffered severe damage and was on the verge of death, let out a hysterical howl.
The sound was shrill and harsh, causing many demons to frown.
In addition to the demon holding the bone spear, nine demon shadows suddenly appeared in the center of the nine lanterns.
The candlelight was like their pupils, staring coldly at the stubborn source demon and making sarcastic remarks.
"Pang Jian? Is that the human kid from Purgatory Heaven that you mentioned? Ah Yuan, as one of Master Shi's bodies, you are actually obsessed with a human kid!"
"A mere human being, you still care about him until you die? What on earth are you thinking about?"
"A Yuan, you failed because you almost forgot who you are. You stayed in Purgatory for too long, and the devil in you has been wiped out."
"A Yuan, just accept your fate."
The demon gods in the nine wicks, from different demonic realms, watched the Source Demon from afar, mobilizing their magical powers to seal the void and suppress the vast magical power that was reviving in the Source Demon's body.
"It's me."
A strange voice sounded in this demonic realm, and also in the strange secret places of the other nine demonic realms.
An ancient castle, a valley where ghosts and demons howl, and a cave that has been extinct for thousands of years.
A magic stone that has been frozen for 90,000 years, a dusty bone, and a bird without flesh and skin flying in the gray starry sky.
A dark magic warrior reduced to a mummy, a pile of cracked demon statues, and a witch dancing alone among thousands of dignitaries.
Nine demon realms, nine different areas, nine hidden demon gods, all heard this extremely unfamiliar demonic sound.
The next moment, the nine demon gods at the middle god level could no longer gaze at the source demon through the wicks, and were unable to participate in this civil war between the original demon's clones. The nine magic lamps were extinguished one by one.
The Source Demon's originally immobile joints moved slightly, and then he tightened the hilt of the sword again, staring blankly at the void: "Is it really you? Pang Jian, where are you?" He felt unbelievable.
"Pang Jian?!"
The skinny demon god suddenly felt that the demonic power of this world and the evil thoughts and evil intentions of all living beings in this world no longer responded to him.
This world belongs to Him. He has worked hard to build it over many years. The earth, deep space, and the sea are all filled with His breath and will.
Therefore, everything that is happening now is extremely unreasonable.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
The power that was gathered by Him suddenly flowed into the Source Demon's body, reviving it.
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(End of this chapter)