“Plop!”
The members of the Mu tribe, who regarded Pang Ling as their only belief, suddenly died in large numbers.
There is an invisible force of death that penetrates into the bodies of those weak-willed Wood Warriors through the perception lines of the Wood Warriors and Pang Ling, and forcibly transforms the vitality in their bodies into the power of death.
Life was extinguished, the strange force of death grew, and the Wood Tribe members died in large numbers.
When the deceased falls to the ground, the death intent in his body spreads outward, causing the trees, insects, flowers and plants in the area to die as well.
The terrifying breath of death suddenly erupted, causing Pang Ling's thousands of souls to whimper and cry painfully within the huge tree.
"It's all my fault. I took a closer look."
"It was me who brought those forces of death to this world. Those members of the Wood Tribe who believed in me will die because of me."
"Father, I..."
He is currently only an eleventh-level alien spirit, and facing this level of death infection, he obviously has no way to deal with it.
The originally brilliant light above His lush body and jade-like leaves gradually dimmed amid His howling.
A grayish-white, extremely unhealthy color began to appear on His body.
Under the thick and broad sacred tree, Pang Jian's eyes were deep and his face was cold.
"Death and life, two forces opposing each other."
As soon as this thought came to his mind, his attention was focused on himself, and in this piece of world made up of many fragments of land, a strange divine body that belonged only to him emerged.
"boom!"
A body that is thousands of feet tall and emitting brilliant golden light stands in this world.
"life!"
He whispered softly.
The rich vitality of flesh and blood turned into a deep red blood ocean, spreading out with him as the center, instantly enveloping the entire world.
In the blood-red sea, numerous crimson lightning bolts were wandering around, searching for any suspicious auras.
His vast divine consciousness also covered the entire world, existing in the "World Tree" that was obviously infected by the power of death, and wandering in the bodies of the wood clan whose vitality was transformed into the power of death.
He suddenly became aware of gray-white crystal lines that were invisible to the naked eye, winding like snakes.
If the gray-white crystal lines are magnified ten times, they are the product of the interweaving of more delicate chains of laws. They exude an extreme and pure breath of death, and will turn all living things and plants into dead things.
This gray-white crystal line is rapidly growing as it absorbs the breath of death.
Moreover, there is a sign that something is about to materialize from an invisible state that is invisible to the naked eye.
"This pure power of death seems to be even more extreme than the piece of death godhead that Luo Hongyan shattered."
"The one who releases this power, if not a master, is someone who has given up everything and focused solely on the Law of Death."
"Who could it be?"
When many distracting thoughts arose, Pang Jian integrated his divine consciousness into the red electricity that contained the laws of life, and killed all the gray and white crystal lines in the blood-colored ocean it created.
The moment the red lightning touched the gray-white crystal lines, it was a direct confrontation between the two laws!
"Bang!"
One after another, the lifeless worlds suddenly appeared in Pang Jian's spiritual ocean.
He saw a completely dead star field.
This star field has dozens of stars. The majestic buildings on the stars remain intact and traces of advanced civilization are clearly visible.
But in those cities and countries, there are decaying corpses everywhere.
The corpses of different foreign tribes, including spirits, ghosts, demons, and celestials, are scattered across dozens of stars.
There is a thin gray mist surrounding the stars, making that star field seem dead and silent as if all things are dying.
The power of death and the law of death permeated the galaxy and covered all the stars.
As he gazed at this dead and silent galaxy, Pang Jian felt the powerful and heavy breath of death approaching him.
It seemed as if it was going to drown him and deprive his strong body of the life force.
In his consciousness, gray and white crystal threads were woven into countless large nets, trying to penetrate his body and soul.
Above one of the dead stars, there was a towering altar built with white dead bones. At this moment, lines of gray-white crystals were converging in the center of the altar.
Indistinctly, it was about to condense into a strange body.
"Duling."
"Duling."
In the star field filled with death, the voices of the dead souls came from the rotten corpses that had long been dead.
…
Thunder Prison.
Yuan Yi, who was sitting on a tablet of the world god, closed his eyes and was resting. He was hesitating whether to create a catastrophe in this "prison" world to make up for the loss of his blood, flesh and energy.
"Duling."
A strange voice suddenly rang out from the World God Card he was holding.
The old ape shuddered all over, and jumped up on the Jieshen tablet like a hair on the ground, screaming: "Duling is still causing trouble! He has been dead for so many years, and he still wants to revive!"
Pang Lin, who was using the Nine Heavens Thunder God Tree to absorb the thunder and lightning in the sky, and was planning to join the ranks of the strongest through a new way, had a cold look in his eyes: “If He wants to be resurrected, the conditions are very harsh.”
"A level 13 World Tree can bring Him back to life!" Yuan Yi rubbed his furry hands and said, "The power He left behind actually penetrated into Purgatory and into the body of that young 'World Tree'."
Pang Lin frowned: "How did His power get in? Through my brother?"
"Hmm." Yuan Yi said with a bitter face, "Your brother has established a connection with a boundary god of the Wood Clan. That boundary god of the Wood Clan has been guarding the 'World Tree' that was destroyed by Du Ling for many years. Your brother found Him, and then..."
Yuan Yi briefly explained what had happened.
“Du Ling died during his promotion to Lord because of the obstruction of those people.” Pang Lin said with some worry, “He was only one step away from becoming a true Lord. As for my brother…”
She was hesitant, thinking about what means she should use to help Pang Jian deal with the evil power of death left behind by Du Ling.
"Du Ling was once a leader of the alien evil gods. If he had really become the master, those alien evil gods would have become powerful." Yuan Yi scratched his head and said, "The way Du Ling seeks is to transform the most vibrant flesh and blood life and the lush land into his kingdom of death one by one."
"In the world, the ones with the most flesh and blood vitality are demon gods like me, but I am devoted to pursuing the great path of life."
"Our paths conflict with each other. If his soul can reappear in the world, he will definitely look for me!"
Yuan Yi didn't care about Pang Jian's life or death, but within Pang Jian's divine body, there was the mystery of his life, which was irrigated into it by Pang Lin through his life essence.
Once Pang Jian died, his rich vitality was transformed into the power of death. With the blessing of the "World Tree", Du Ling really had hope of being resurrected in Purgatory.
A powerful man who almost became a master appeared in Purgatory. If he was allowed to enter the Seventh Realm, he would see the remains of the Black Phoenix.
The consequences are simply unimaginable.
"You are also one of the world gods. Since you can hear Du Ling's voice, can you participate?" Pang Lin said softly.
"Only when Pang Jian calls me and allows my power to surge forward, can I try to join the battle." Yuan Yi was also anxious and did not want to see his destined enemy resurrected, but he was not the "First Realm God". He could only sense a little about Pang Jian's condition.
"He uses the authority of the 'First World God' to call on other world gods to join the battle. This should prevent the rebirth of the Duling Soul."
"Now... eh!"
Yuan Yi suddenly screamed.
Suddenly, he discovered that the World God Plate held by Pang Jian was emitting strong light like a huge pupil.
This allowed Yuan Yi to see the picture of that world.
The towering golden body of the god released a deep red ocean of blood. The red lightning that symbolized the law of life was colliding with the gray-white crystal lines.
“Crack!”
In that piece of heaven and earth, there was a sound of laws breaking and collapsing.
In the dim void, a dead star field was looming, and more gray-white crystal lines floated out from that star field, and were then chopped off by red lightning.
At the same time, sticky blood poured into the dead star region like a rushing river.
The star field, which was generally grayish white in tone, was painted with deep red blood, and its meaning gradually changed.
Death no longer seems to be the main body of this world.
And the newborn "World Tree" under Pang Jian's golden body was penetrated by the red electricity refined by Pang Jian, which completed another truth of life for the "World Tree".
That was the area controlled by Yuan Yi, and it was the avenue of life involving all living beings of flesh and blood.
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(End of this chapter)