"Under Lingyun's command?"
Pang Jian's mind moved, and he felt that Can Ye, who controlled Canshen Mountain, had most likely had contact with Ling Jun.
As a trendsetter of the previous era, Ling Yun has the elves inside and outside the Mist Sea firmly under his control. Even Fuya was taught by him.
When Ling Yun restarts the path of resurrection and tries to reach the realm of domination again, those gods who recognize Him will most likely follow Him.
It is very likely that Ling Jun had seen Can Ye after escaping from the ruins.
Pang Jian was multitasking, secretly communicating with his sister while looking at Canye.
After a moment, his gaze passed by Can Ye and fell on the faces of the gods on the mountain top. He said, "Not long ago, did any gods come here and leave using the teleportation array in the belly of the mountain?"
"The teleportation array of Canshen Mountain can lead to the outer galaxy. Gods often leave through it. Who do you want to find?" Canye asked impatiently.
"I'm not asking you." Pang Jian said expressionlessly.
Dozens of gods of different ranks saw that there might be a conflict between him and Canye, and some gods who did not want to get into trouble had quietly left the top of the mountain.
Pang Jian frowned and suddenly locked onto a middle-level god of the ghost clan.
When their eyes met, the ghost spirit was shocked and immediately felt the invasion of external consciousness.
A golden river of light descended upon His brain out of nowhere, shining and piercing His divine nature.
"Soul search."
Pang Jian's indifferent voice echoed in the river of light.
There was a crisscrossing golden divine consciousness that transformed into a symbol of extracted memory, extracting all the recent memories in His godhead and deep in His soul.
His memories of the past few decades were all in that river of light, being sorted out at an extremely fast speed.
The ghost god felt dizzy, as if his brain was being cut by a sharp blade, and he felt a fear that he was about to die.
"Pang Jian!"
The other gods were horrified.
They only saw a flash of golden light in Pang Jian's eyes, and the ghost god they were familiar with seemed to have become Pang Jian's puppet.
"Yes! There was an Eldar god who came to look for Canye not long ago, and then left through the teleportation array!"
A low-level god of the Wood Clan was afraid that Pang Jian would attack everyone, so he sold Can Ye before Pang Jian could strip that person's memory.
"What happened between you has nothing to do with us, don't attack us!"
When the Wood Clan God spoke, he had already left Canshen Mountain and was unwilling to stay for a moment.
With his feet in a puddle of water, Can Ye turned his head and looked at Him coldly, saying, "You are a stray dog that I took in, but you dared to reveal my secrets. You must die first."
“Wow! Wow!”
Two scarlet blood bats suddenly flew out from the cracks in the mountain, shot into the body of the wood god like lightning, and greedily devoured his flesh and bones.
In just a few seconds, the bones, flesh and internal organs of the wood tribe god were eaten, and his body turned into a piece of human skin.
"Lord Canye, please give me a way to live! I don't want to get involved in your conflict. My soul is too weak to withstand Pang Jian's spiritual infection!"
The wood tribe god, whose head was still there, screamed miserably.
"No one can escape." Can Ye's face was indifferent.
Birds, mosquitoes, flies, blood snakes and other foreign creatures rushed out in large numbers from the shattered mountains, releasing bloodthirsty light and chasing the fleeing gods in the sea of fog.
“Crack!”
The mountain of Canshen Mountain was torn more and more severely.
At this time, Pang Jian said calmly: "Found it."
In the memory of the ghost god, there appeared a scene of a spirit man coming to find him, as well as the image of Can Ye serving him carefully.
Although his appearance had changed and his blood had distorted, based on Can Ye's cautiousness and a moment of surprise, combined with Pang Lin's words, he immediately determined that the other party was Ling Yun.
"Where did Lingjun go during the late night?" Pang Jian asked.
"The deceased ancient god of life, Lingyun? Is it him? That Eldar god is actually him?"
"Lord Canye, it seems that he has been searching for the blood essence that he left behind in the world these years, wanting to revive him with a secret method! Did Canye really do it?"
Many gods and spirits kept making strange noises.
"If it's Lingyun, then..."
A god from the ancient demon clan saw Can Ye passing through those bloodthirsty creatures and began to kill the fleeing gods, and shouted: "Perhaps there really is a God and Demon Creation Center in the belly of the mountain! A god of life like Ling Yan is capable of creating a God and Demon Creation Center!"
"With Ling Yan's blood and the existence of the God and Demon Creation Institute, Can Ye can resurrect that master!"
“He might actually have succeeded!”
The ancient demon god who was speaking was a giant green snake. As it was shouting, it was suddenly overwhelmed by a swarm of mosquitoes and flies.
The mystery of his blood, his innate talent, was restrained by the power of the Remnant God Mountain just as it was activated, and then mosquitoes and flies rushed into his body.
"Can Ye has gone crazy! After Ling Yan appeared in the world, he had a strong backer, him, him!"
Every god that escaped began to curse the remnant night.
Previously, due to Canye's instigation, they were targeting Pang Jian, but now because of Canye's killing spree, they have united their forces.
Unfortunately, most of these gods who drifted to Canshen Mountain were not of high rank or had no powerful divine weapons in their hands, so they were no match for Canye.
Most of them still have chronic illnesses, and their divine power and combat capabilities are not at their peak.
When Canye launched the attack, they could only flee in defeat, unable to even deal with the bloodthirsty creatures released by Canye.
"Pang Jian! Save us!"
"You are the new overlord of the Fog Sea. You should be the new leader of the Fog Sea, not Lingyun!"
"It's even more impossible to be Can Ye!"
When several gods were escaping, they suddenly noticed the huge head of the God King, and they rushed towards it desperately as if they saw a life-saving straw.
"If the God and Demon Creation Institute really exists, he, Canye, will peel off our flesh and blood to feed the spirits he serves!"
"If Ling Yun wants to return to the ranks of the masters, he needs a large amount of divine flesh and blood. He, the God of Life, definitely needs it!"
"No wonder Can Ye has been recruiting scattered gods recently. I think he is preparing to store up blood and flesh resources for Ling Yun!"
The gods who were being hunted suddenly woke up, and the fear in their hearts became even stronger.
"Bang!"
The body of a low-level god from the Celestial Clan exploded.
His broken limbs, flesh, soul and blood naturally flew into the cracks in the Canshen Mountain, and then disappeared into the God and Demon Creation Temple inside.
“Crack! Snap!”
The cracks in Canshen Mountain emitted a terrifying sound.
It was like a terrifying monster, opening countless long and narrow mouths and devouring the remains of the gods.
"This mountain is actually alive..."
Pang Jian was surprised.
He was not in a hurry to intervene. He kept observing Canye and secretly communicating with his sister.
Suddenly, he felt a strong and evil vitality suddenly emerge from the Canshen Mountain in front of him!
"The God and Demon Creation Institute can create various forms of alien creatures. If its wisdom and spirituality are erased and its potential for continuous transformation is eliminated, it can create pure alien gods who only know how to kill."
Pang Lin's voice rose again.
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(End of this chapter)