Purgatory, the fifth realm.
On the nameless broken land, Pang Jian, wearing a robe as black as ink, was still concentrating on trying to figure out the secrets inside.
Immersing his divine consciousness in it, his consciousness wandered in the twenty-six demon realms, penetrating the wonders of the stars in those demon realms, and being able to see the movements of living beings and demon gods.
The robes are originally connected to the thirty-six demon realms, and the strangeness they display also presents the thirty-six demon realms.
But in fact, the number of demon realms it can still connect to has decreased by ten.
When Motian had not fallen and was still a dominant being, the demon clans and demon gods from outer space controlled the most demon realms.
That was the golden age of the demons.
When Motian died in the ancient demon world and was killed by the black phoenix, the outer demons began to decline, and ten demon realms belonging to this race fell one after another.
But even so, the remaining twenty-six demon realms still shocked Pang Jian.
The so-called Demon Realm is a starry field with many brilliant stars, and there are many "realms" in it.
Any star with living creatures is filled with demonic energy and is a "realm" of the world. It has perfect laws of heaven and earth and numerous mountains, rivers and kingdoms.
The number of stars in a demonic realm ranges from dozens to over a hundred.
There are twenty-six demon realms, and the total number of stars is more than two thousand.
There are so many stars and heavens, living with all kinds of demons, as well as non-demon tribes who believe in the devil. All the negative emotions, evil thoughts and evil ideas growing in their hearts can be gathered by this robe.
After putting on the robe, Pang Jian could enter a demonic realm corresponding to the robe with a thought, and inspect the stars there.
"The outer galaxy is indeed vast and boundless."
Pang Jian felt emotional.
There are currently twenty-six demon realms ruled by the outer demons alone, and more than two thousand stars with traces of living beings.
The demons are not the strongest group in the starry sky, and currently they don’t even have a master.
How many star fields do the other ethnic groups with their own rulers control
"The Demon Realm is missing ten people. If the Great Demon God says so..."
Pang Jian investigated carefully and secretly, focusing his thoughts on the five great demon gods who left their real names, and only sensed traces of the existence of Fajie, Hemotian and Luanji.
Qinghe and Youjin, the two great demons who once left their real names, are now gone.
The absence of breath means that these two great demons have long disappeared into the starry sky with the passage of time.
He also sensed eighteen middle-level demon gods and discovered that only eight of them were still breathing. The other ten demon gods who left their real names were also dead.
In today's era, perhaps new great demons and demons at the middle god level will emerge.
But after the fall of the Lord of Demons and the loss of this robe, the later great and middle-level demons were not able to imprint their real names on this robe.
That is to say, there are only twenty-six demon realms that Pang Jian can spy on and perceive.
There are three great demons and eight middle-level demons.
"That's enough."
He touched his robe with his fingers, feeling the boundless demonic energy within, the surging evil thoughts, and all kinds of complex and changeable negative emotions.
The origin of his divinity is still connected to the mysterious soul sea of the underworld, and his understanding and wisdom are still in a state of sublimation.
Holding the robe in his hand and understanding the mystery within it, he had a deeper understanding of the various wonders of the robe.
"It breeds evil thoughts and distorts the original intention."
His eyes showed strangeness, and he soon realized a kind of evil magic that could be performed through robes.
"Just Hermostian!"
His consciousness locked onto Hermotian's real name.
He Motian, who existed in different demonic realms, instantly appeared in his sea of knowledge, and one scene in the painting caught his attention.
"The moon? Why did He Motian go to Yingyue's place?"
Pang Jian was slightly surprised.
Soon, he saw through Hermotian's vision that the slender and ethereal ghost god met Hermotian in the cold galaxy outside the moon.
…
Long turbid rivers were swirling around Zi Mo, with countless souls and ghosts wailing and crying inside. His strange body, which was between reality and illusion, seemed to be made of thick soul power.
This high-ranking ghost god, whose true body was 80% similar to Purgatory's human body, frowned and said, "Goddess Luo has been in Purgatory for so long without making any movement. What on earth is she busy with?"
The three heads of Hemotian all had serious expressions, and one of them said, "I don't know."
He was in a very upset mood.
Before the descending will was defeated by Zhu Ji, He felt that the "sky curtain" of the fifth realm disappeared, and He knew what that "sky curtain" meant.
He had long guessed that at the bottom of purgatory, in that endless darkness, there must be the remains of the demon leader.
After all, Lord Motian died in the ancient demon world and not even his body was left.
Since the Demonic Robe has become the sky of the fifth realm of Purgatory, and the Black Phoenix finally sank into the strange fog, and the bottom of Purgatory is eternal darkness, then the Black Phoenix must be down there.
Because of the existence of the Demonic Robe, He Motian guessed the inside story and realized that Luo Shen should be dealing with the revival of the Black Phoenix.
But he didn't want to share this secret with Zi Mo, so he just made an excuse.
"Really?" Zi Mo's eyes were filled with coldness as he said, "It was you who persuaded me so much that I came here to explore the mysteries of Purgatory! If it weren't for you, I would have focused my main energy on the Underworld!"
"You should know that to me, the soul sea of the underworld and some other wonders are far more valuable than those of purgatory!"
Zi Mo became angrier as he spoke.
He Motian sneered: "There is Longdi in the Underworld. What can you get from Longdi? Even if you come to the Underworld in your true body and meet Longdi inside, won't you still be suppressed everywhere? You have also comprehended the soul magic. Do you have any chance of winning in the battle with Him in the Underworld?"
After these words were spoken, Zi Mo's face was filled with anger, but he was unable to refute.
"Well, let's see what Mu Qi is planning to do this time." He Motian did not continue to provoke Him, and said, "Mu Qi is always arrogant, and he is also a close confidant of the master. We should be cautious."
…
Temple of the Moon.
Mou Qi, dressed in a pure white robe, stepped unceremoniously onto the altar of the goddess Han Jing, with an unfathomable smile on his face, and said, "Han Yi, how long are you going to hide from me?"
The altar surrounded by an icy aura is the instrument for Han Yi to travel through the galaxy, and it is also his daily resting place.
The altars of the gods from outer space are extremely private things and no one else is allowed to set foot there.
What Mou Qi is doing now is extremely disrespectful and a big offense.
"I'm not hiding from you." The goddess Han Jing bit her crystal lower lip, stepped back repeatedly on her own altar, distanced herself from Mu Qi, and said, "I know you have been very kind to me. Without your help, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to break through to the middle-level god."
"Mou Qi, I have always been grateful to you, I just..."
Han Yi retreated as he spoke, but Mou Qi approached step by step.
Only after Han Yi left his altar in humiliation and stood in the center of the Moon Temple did he say, "Yingyue and I are friends. It was He who invited me here to see if I could seek opportunities from the strange purgatory."
"Lord Mouqi, please stop being so aggressive!" Yingyue couldn't stand it anymore.
He repeatedly signaled to the Sun God, but the Sun God, who had always been fawning on him, was pretending to be stupid, as if he could not see the consciousness in his eyes.
In desperation, Yingyue snorted: "We will repay what Han Yi owes you, soon!"
"Yingyue, please shut up when Han Yi and I are talking." Mu Qi frowned, sat down on the Hanjing Divine Platform with a dagger, and said in a frenzy: "There are many Moon Gods, and you, Yingyue, are just a middle-level god. When facing a high-level god like me, you should know the rules."
When people were in the Moon Temple, it seemed as if he, Mouqi, was the master here.
"Rules? Just because you acted unruly in my Moon Temple, you think you understand the rules?" Yingyue said angrily.
"The difference in the position of a god is a thousand miles." Mu Qi narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "You should learn more from this Sun God. He used to be very domineering, but that was only when he was facing lower-level gods. In front of me, Mu Qi, he behaved very well. Only in this way will his future path to becoming a god be broadened."
The Sun God grinned, his handsome face filled with a brilliant smile, and said: "Yingyue, Lord Muqi is only thinking about Han Yi's good, as a friend you should persuade him."
Yingyue looked at the Sun God deeply. She was so disappointed with him that she didn't want to say a word to him.
The performance of the Sun God made Him completely deny it.
"Mou Qi!"
At this time, Hemotan and Zimo arrived together and arrived at the Moon Temple.
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(End of this chapter)