Outside the sky, a place where demons gather.
As the leader of the Mist Sea Demons, Fajie had evil thoughts in his nostrils that made a hissing sound like electric lightning.
At this time, the evil thoughts and demonic souls that he had condensed were gathering from his demonic robe through his true name.
The connection between him and the Demonic Robe is still intact.
He saw clearly the scene where Pang Jian transformed the Thunder Pool into the God of Thunder and killed Mou Qi.
Fa Ji was greatly shocked. He vaguely felt that Pang Jian, who had obtained the Thunder Pool, was even more powerful than when he was in the Netherworld.
After leaving the Underworld, without the blessing of the will of the world, Pang Jian's power did not decrease much!
The reason for this must be that Pang Jian's progress is too fast and his strength has grown beyond belief!
"Luan Ji, this child..."
As soon as Fajie opened his mouth, he found that his tone was difficult and he stopped involuntarily.
"Mu Qi, was he really killed by the blast from that thunder pool?" Tian Wei said in shock.
He did not have his real name on the magic robe, but he learned from Hermotian and Fajie how shocking the war taking place in the foggy sea below was!
“I’m afraid it can’t be called the Thunder Pond now.” He Motian, who had many faces, each of which was filled with sorrow, said, “We were afraid that Lei Gong would become the master, so we tried every means to destroy the Thunder God Court. But under his power, it has undergone a transformation.”
"The God's Court of Thunder has reappeared in the world!"
"Will the extreme and paranoid attitude of Thunder God towards our demons and ghosts be carried forward in his hands?"
He Motian's face was full of sternness as he stared at Luan Ji, who was determined to treat Pang Jian as a member of the demon god.
"The Thunder God Court has changed. Can you still not see through it?" Luan Ji smiled calmly and said, "Did the Thunder God Court at that time have the ability to resurrect a Thunder God?"
After these words were spoken, several great demons fell silent.
He Motian pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "Indeed, there is no, but..."
Luan Ji waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry, and then comforted him: "Thunder God is Thunder God, and he is him. They are not the same. Believe me, the Thunder God Court that once frightened us so much has become another kind of divine object."
"Pang Jian's growth, rise, and brilliance inside and outside the fog sea will definitely help us in the long run!"
"Maybe..."
Luan Ji's demonic soul consciousness floated in another demonic world and gained insight into another possibility.
"Perhaps, one day, Yuan can replace Shi, and the deputy will replace the master."
"Forget!"
After He mentioned this possibility, He was afraid that the First Demon might have heard it, so He simply used His magical powers to erase those words and wipe out the memories from the minds of several people.
When the great demons changed color in shock, they also knew that this memory must not remain in their minds and be allowed to be erased by Him.
"Hey, this kid is really good at causing trouble. First he ruined Luoshen's plan, and then he killed the subordinates of the God of Wisdom."
Luan Ji changed the subject, pretending that he hadn't said anything, and continued: "Fortunately, everything we did was coerced by him holding the magic robe."
"I think even if Lady Fuya knew, she would be able to forgive us."
…
In the sea of fog.
Pang Jian and "Firethorn", who escaped separately, maintained communication with their main bodies and secretly tried to open the space crack.
However, the entire void seemed to have turned into a piece of iron plate, and not a single crack could be found.
"Pang Jian."
The ethereal and distant voice of the God of Wisdom came intermittently.
The world god who came out of the Hellfire, who was possessed by his divine consciousness, was the first to be enveloped by an incomparably huge divine shadow.
The blue-black divine figure stood in the gray sea of fog, like an eternal supreme god.
The divine aura He exudes is like a deep sea or an ocean, surging with the light of wisdom, and seems to be able to easily enlighten stubborn stones and plants, turning them into world trees and strange spirits like stone-eaters.
The body of Pyracantha suddenly exploded.
Pieces of His body and limbs burned like coals and gradually turned into ashes.
Under the cover of that huge divine shadow, Pyrothorn, a mid-level god, had his soul origin sealed by Pang Jian liberated.
But at the moment of liberation, he chose to commit suicide by spontaneous combustion.
The spontaneous combustion of Pyracantha is not intentional.
Rather, there was another terrifying will that was far superior to Him and beyond Pang Jian, which distorted His thoughts and actions.
“Hoohoo!”
The divinity of Pyracantha was also ignited.
The divine consciousness inside Pang Jian, and the connection between it and his real body were blocked, and it also burned along with the pyracantha.
The burning of self-divine consciousness made both Pang Jians feel the same pain and were heartbroken.
It was as if there was a raging flame, boiling and burning in his two minds, in his godhead and in his soul.
“The methods used by gods to possess bodies are initially mastered by masters like me, who first comprehend them thoroughly and then spread them widely.” The huge divine figure representing Fuya smiled.
He wiped away the pyracantha casually and disappeared quietly into the void.
In the thick sea of fog.
His huge blue-black shadow suddenly appeared while Pang Jian's soul was escaping.
The images, soul threads, and thoughts that obscured the body turned into flowing lights and petals, moving away from the incomparably magnificent divine shadow, revealing a blue-black body of pure soul.
This Fuya has no physical flesh and blood, nor is she crystallized; she is just a pure soul.
“It’s really enviable.”
Fuya had a smile on her lips and looked at Pang Jian's soul body calmly.
He commented in a gentle voice: "It is clearly a soul body, but it has an actual body. Only those special underworld gods in the underworld and the so-called true gods of your human race can become gods through a different system from ours, using luck to achieve this."
"And I, long ago, wanted my separated soul to have something as strange as yours."
He shook his head and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, even I can't do it."
As the god of wisdom outside the sea of fog, a master who claims to have knowledge of the mysteries of the soul and surpasses all other gods, there are strange things in the world that he does not understand and cannot do.
The thing is, it is the strangeness of the soul that He is good at.
This obviously made Him somewhat dissatisfied.
"I was in the underworld and heard Longdi tell me about your conflict with my parents."
With no way to retreat, Pang Jian knew it would be extremely difficult to escape, but he calmed down and said, "My mother, did she die in the underworld because of the soul battle she started with you?"
"Since it's a war, there will naturally be winners and losers." Fuya smiled and said, "If I were the loser, I would accept my fate even if I died. For the sake of a man, He ignored our years of relationship and insisted on fighting me to the death."
"He is in the underworld, and he has the support of the sea of souls. Is he going to blame me for winning unfairly?"
"Pang Jian, your mother is one of my few friends. I don't want to treat her like that."
"If you want to blame someone, blame your father, Punch."
This god of wisdom, who has an excellent reputation and is revered by countless gods in the universe, did not try to hide what he had done and admitted it very readily.
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(End of this chapter)