The chill reaches the soul!

Above this more severely broken and obviously irreparable altar, Pang Jian closed his eyes for a moment, and once again gave birth to a strange feeling as if he was in another world.

When he closed his eyes, he felt like he was in a strange world that was dark and cold, empty and silent.

The terrible darkness and coldness, the dead silence without a trace of life, did not come from his body.

It's the soul.

A chill ran in his soul, and the sea of consciousness with one hundred and twenty-eight wisps of divine consciousness was frozen a little bit by the cold after he closed his eyes.

After a while, he felt that it was difficult to even open his eyes, and his divine consciousness and sea of consciousness were about to be frozen!

The Xuan Turtle, the Eclipse Vine, was aware of his strange situation at the same time, and all of them launched a perceptual shout at him, making his gradually paralyzed and cold will suddenly gather!

He opened his eyes with all his might!

"Boom!"

As if returning from another world, Pang Jian gasped for breath and crawled out of the altar in embarrassment.

Standing outside the altar, he looked back at the broken altar with a look of horror in his eyes.

If there were no Xuan Turtle and Eclipse Vine summoning him again and again, he who closed his eyes and sat on the altar might ...... has died unconsciously, and the sea of consciousness and divine consciousness have been frozen by the cold force.

"Forbidden Land of Prayer!"

He suddenly realized that this forbidden place, which may not have been so terrifying before, was now full of great terror.

One mistake is a catastrophe!

Next, Pang persistently went deeper, visions and ...... The tragedy continues to unfold.

In the night sky, the stars and the moon shine brightly.

A white stone altar shaped like a five-pointed star shines with a mesmerizing luster in the light of the stars.

At the break in the altar, the white stone emits light, and it looks like it is connected by the bright starlight.

Several people wearing the robes of the Galaxy Alliance sat quietly on the five-pointed star altar, with happy smiles on their faces.

They seem to have encountered something extremely happy, such as realizing the mystery of the stars, like suddenly obtaining a treasure, as if they have broken through the bottleneck of the realm that has plagued them for a long time.

But these are just the expressions on their faces.

- They have been dead for a long time.

Pang Jian came over to check and realized that they did not have the vitality that a fresh life should have, and the storage bags and utensils around their waists had already been picked up and taken away.

Their stiff bodies still remained upright, and the happy smiles on their faces seemed to be frozen by time.

It seems that it will not change for a thousand years.

A moment later, a sun-shaped altar carved with flame patterns was made of pieces of broken stone.

Some of the people wearing the costumes of the Burning Sun Sect were still hugging the gravel of the altar, trying hard to present the altar in its entirety, but they ...... He has been dead for a long time.

They weren't smiling, they had expressions of horror on their faces, as if they had seen something terrible before they died.

Their eyes were burned by the flames, and their mouths, nostrils, and ears were all dripping with scorched blood, and their images were terrifying.

Among them, there is also an elder who has the status of an Concentration Realm overhaul!

This scene, Pang Jian was also a little creepy, he didn't dare to get too close to the sun-shaped altar, so he directly avoided it and left.

There are more and more similar scenarios.

Many of the loose cultivators who were not uniformly dressed either died next to the hideous stone statues, or were strangled by the mutilated altars, and strange corpses could be seen everywhere.

Pang Jian, who was alone and walking in the forbidden place of praying for spirits, looked more and more solemn.

"A terrible catastrophe."

He suddenly regretted it.

There are strange and strange forbidden places everywhere, making him feel as if he is being targeted by an ice demon in a different place, and he doesn't know how many strange existences like ice demons have projected his eyes on this forbidden place.

Once it is found that there are believers who are not them, and who are not the ethnic groups that believed in them in the early years, they will be directly wiped out.

In the purgatory world, many visions and fissions seem to have spread to the former place of prayer.

Let those destroyed altars, stone statues, wood carvings, and stone pillars appear in the perception of evil in other places.

"Help, save me......"

In the center of another shattered sun-like altar, there was a man covered in flames, struggling with a large tripod on his head.

His hair was burned, his flesh was burning, and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth was like flame juice.

He was frozen in the shattered altar, and no matter how hard he tried to muster his strength, he couldn't break away from the few red rocks beneath him.

He wailed bitterly, hoping that the people of the Burning Sun Sect could hear it, hoping that meeting the Spiritual Concentration Realm elders of the Blood Moon, the Star River Alliance, and the Red Mountain could help him get out of the death predicament.

- He is Yang Rui.

As the proud son of the Burning Sun Sect and the first person in the Cave Xuan Realm, he ended up so miserable.

Floating above his head at this moment was the famous spiritual weapon of the Burning Sun Sect, the Nine Yang Ding!

But this was originally on the top of the first peak of Yuanmang, and the magic of nine rounds of the sun appeared on the top of the ding wall, but now there is no round of sun, and there are no many miracles at the beginning.

Obviously, it was also limited by the constraints of the forbidden land, and many of the arrays within it failed.

Pang Jian stopped far away, behind a broken stone pillar, silently watching his miserable situation.

Several scattered cultivators with gloomy expressions stood next to the broken altar, and also looked indifferently at Yang Rui, who was burned by the flames, waiting for him to die soon.

"Do you really think you're a son of the sun?"

A casual cultivator over 100 years old, with the late stage cultivation of the Cave Xuan Realm, most of his hair is bald, the top is shiny, and there are only a few sparse broken hairs on the edge.

He spat at disdainfully and said coldly, "The race favored by the Sun God has been suppressed in the Fifth Realm for 10,000 years, how can it take a fancy to such a thing?" ”

"What Burning Sun Sect, what Sun God Son, it's really ridiculous and generous."

Another person interjected, snorted and said, "In the Fifth Realm, the Yan Clan living in the Third Continent, and the Yao Clan in the Second Continent are the races favored by the Sun God. Burning Sun Sect, what kind of sun god son is this, and the spiritual recipe cultivated is not passed down from the Yao clan and the Yan clan? ”

"The Yan Clan, the Yao Clan, with the infection of the filthy alien force, is about to return to the upper realm!"

"Times are about to change, and the gods in the mysterious place have finally sensed purgatory again."

“……”

The evil demon in the mouth of the three Lei Kun sneered beside Yang Rui, watching this Divine Son of the Burning Sun Sect go to destruction.

Pang Jian restrained his breath and listened to their conversation silently, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

These three aliens who didn't know what evil arts they were cultivating, the sun god they were talking about, as well as the Yao clan and the Yan clan, attracted him, convinced him that there were some mysterious gods, and sure enough, he noticed Purgatory again.

"How could the spirit of the Burning Sun Sect come from an alien race that has been forever banned?"

A doubt came to his mind, and he waited silently, continuing to listen to the conversation between the three alien cultivators.

I soon learned that the anomaly of this forbidden place for praying for spirits was that there were gods who didn't know where they were, and through those broken altars, statues, and wood carvings, they were perceiving the purgatory world that had been hidden for a long time.

In the past, purgatory seemed to be in a closed and hidden state for those mysterious beings.

A while ago, I don't know what strange events happened, and the purgatory that disappeared into those divine consciousness seemed to have suddenly lifted the lockdown.

All of a sudden, it was presented in the perception of the gods.

"It won't be ......"

Pang Jian subconsciously touched the bronze medal on his chest.

The bronze medal named "Gate of Purgatory", not long ago, in the forbidden land of cloud and thunder, absorbed the gaps in the void, and the words "Gate of Purgatory" clearly appeared.

Soon after, a void crack gradually tore apart, and a strange beast comparable to a tenth-level thunder dragon tried to cross the "treacherous mist".

The strange beast has been adrift in the "strange fog" for thousands of years, and has never found a way to return, and does not know how to leave.

However, he suddenly sensed the purgatory world and had a clear coordinate direction.

"It can't be, it won't be that coincidental. The recent anomaly of heaven and earth should have nothing to do with me and this bronze medal. ”

Pang Jian shook his head.

"Whew!"

The monstrous flames that drowned Yang Rui were suddenly extinguished.

The most talented new generation of the Burning Sun Sect turned into a dry skeleton like black charcoal and landed on that broken and broken altar.

The storage bracelet on his black hand bones was not burned to ashes by the flames, but was still releasing a glimmer of light.

Above his head, the Jiuyang Ding that had been floating before, fell with a "clang".

Without the support of his spiritual power, the Jiuyang Ding, whose internal array could not operate, was like a pile of broken copper and iron.

But Pang Jian knew in his heart that once he left the forbidden land of praying for spirits, this big tripod with nine rounds of suns on the top wall was still a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it still had great power.

The most important thing is that there is also a round of great sun hanging in the air in his spiritual sea, and he should also be able to use Jiuyang Ding!

"I want that ding!"

"I want his storage bracelet!"

"You two, scrape the two most critical utensils, so what will I take?"

The third man shouted angrily.

"You only have a mid-stage cultivation in the Cave Xuan Realm, and it is your honor to be able to witness this scene by your side. The catastrophe has just started, and the good show is still to come, what are you anxious about? ”

"Just because the catastrophe has come, I need powerful tools and strength to protect myself!"

While several people were still arguing......

A tall figure with a thick green cover suddenly rushed out from behind a stone pillar, ignoring their quarrels and shouting, and headed straight for the charred bones in the center of the altar.

"There's no need to make a noise, in order to avoid hurting your peace, I want both."

Pang Jian stood indifferently on the edge of the altar.

He raised his hand to collect Jiuyang Ding first, and then cut off Yang Rui's pitch-black arm with a sword, and picked up the bracelet as well.

Before the three demons and alien cultivators could react, they saw that the two objects that belonged to them had all fallen into Pang Jian's hands.

The three of them were murderous in an instant, and the evil fire in their eyes was rising, and they planned to close around with tacit understanding.

"Listen to my advice, don't come after me."

Pang Jian drifted away.

"To chase or not to chase?"

The two cultivators looked at the bald man.

"What do you say?"

The bald evil cultivator smiled coldly, "If we leave the place of prayer, we may still be afraid of him." But in this realm that is gradually being twisted by the power of the gods, we need to be afraid of such a kid? ”

"Even Yang Rui is dead, what is he?"

……

(End of chapter)