The interior of the dragon's chest wall.

The complexion is pale, light as nothing, and the body is like a boneless Ling Yimo, and her delicate figure is wrapped in a white dress.

The skirt is embellished with cyan and purple strange talismans.

As she flew through the air, the corners of her skirt fluttered slightly, and the cyan and purple sigils moved with it, as if ghosts lived on the edge of her dress.

Now.

"Under the dragon's sternum, there are some ancient words, but they are covered in frost."

She pointed to the thick rock ice and said to Pang Jian, "I hope you can extract the extreme cold power from the rock ice, so that those words can emerge intact. ”

She explained earnestly: "I can break the frost crystal, but I am afraid that those words that have been buried for an unknown number of years will be accidentally broken. ”

Pang Jian nodded slightly.

Being looked at by this woman from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, he had a strange feeling that his mind was being seen through.

As soon as his mind moved, he suddenly noticed that the qi and blood in Ling Yimo's body were extremely low.

The low one is like an ordinary cultivator in the marrow washing realm.

This shows that the genius girl of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect in front of her did not care about the tempering of her body after she successfully washed her marrow.

Moreover, she is not only physically weak, but also wanders the spiritual power in her body...... It doesn't feel refined and pure enough.

Physique, spiritual sea, soul, this is the foundation of measuring the strong, not only are the two points in front of her not prominent, but also weak, which makes Pang Jian feel weird.

However, when Pang Jian tried to sense her sea consciousness spirit, he suddenly felt pressure!

Pang Jian's proud golden divine soul, facing the girl of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect's Condensing Realm, couldn't understand the mysteries of her soul, and there was a feeling of being faintly suppressed.

Not to mention that the girl's realm is weaker than him, even if the soul travel realm of the same realm is overhauled, no one can make him feel the pressure on his soul.

"You ......"

Seeing her looking at herself, Pang stiffened her head and said, "Your soul is a bit powerful. ”

"Well, my soul has been different from ordinary people since I was a child."

Ling Yimo explained softly, and then pointed to the thick ice, signaling that Pang Jian could do it.

"Oh."

Secretly shocked, Pang Jian summoned the "Heart of Winter" from the dantian, and used the secret technique of the ice demon he had comprehended to collect the power within this cave-like ice wall.

Wisps of extreme cold power gradually escaped into the "Heart of Winter", and the thick ice cubes quietly dissolved.

It didn't take long for the dragon's bones, which were more than 10,000 feet long, to no longer release a pale white luster, and became rusty.

Time, as if thousands of years have passed, infecting and corroding the dragon's bones.

"Its skeletal dragon body has been eroded in the mist for I don't know how many years. Because the dragon's heart has the power of ice, it can make the dragon bone smooth as jade, and now it ......" Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect said indifferently: "The corrosion of the bones is still coming. ”

Wu Yuan was silent.

"Didn't you tell me that he had another artifact in him, and that he was a foreign god from the Outlands." Hong Qiming frowned.

He is the fourth on the list of soul travel realms, one step older than Wu Yuan, and claims to be the pillar of the Demon Sect in the future.

In his eyes, the new generation of witch sources is a material that can be created.

In private, he regarded Wu Yuan as his right and left arm, hoping that Wu Yuan would be able to support him in the future to seize the throne of the sect master.

"Things in the outer regions are more sensitive, and Pang Jian doesn't want people to know." Wu Yuan explained.

"Wu Yuan, you have to remember one thing, you are from the Demon Sect, not the Sword Tower." Hong Qiming looked at him deeply, and said earnestly: "We and Jianlou have been striving to return to the first realm in recent years. The landlord of the Sword Tower, and the sect master of our Demon Sect, will always only think about their own sect. ”

Wu Yuan said indifferently: "I'm not interested in the position you want. ”

"I know, that's why I think about you in everything." Hong Qiming snorted lowly, and then said: "I will fight for you for the benefits, and I will keep them for you." But I also hope that you will be able to stand by my side in the future. ”

He was faintly aware that after coming out of the trial of the forbidden land, Wu Yuan had some subtle trust in the small group composed of Pang Jian, Zhou Qingchen, Dong Tianxue, Qi Qingsong and others.

Recently, Wu Yuan has talked about Pang Jian and Dong Tianxue more times than everyone in the Demon Sect.

Hong Qiming didn't feel good, so he knocked him and told him to remember his identity.

Wu Yuan responded lukewarmly: "Hmm." ”

……

"Tick!"

Ice water slipped down drop by drop.

On the wall of the dragon's chest, strange characters covered with ice and rocks are also appearing one by one.

"Click!"

The sternum of this frost dragon suddenly shattered without the solidified support of ice, and spread to the entire dragon's bones, causing the dragon's body to shatter violently.

Pang Jian and Ling Yimo of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect flew out together, and in his mind, those words had been deeply imprinted.

However, he did not know the specific meaning of those words.

"Ling Xiaomei, what information did you get?" Shen Yanxi hurriedly asked.

A group of people from the strongest sect forces, who were at the forefront of the Soul Wandering Realm and the Condensing Realm, their eyes converged on Ling Yimo's body.

If there is no one around, the ancient Fazong couple who are talking about love is also curious.

Ghost Sacrifice Sect Ling Yimo, although it is a cultivation of the Condensation Realm, everyone does not dare to slack off.

They knew very well that this girl had a bright future, and she might be expected to surpass the true god and ghost mother in the future.

The origin of the girl is also shrouded in mystery, and only their elders know a little.

"Gods and Demons Creation Academy, the third generation of dragons, frost dragon, level ten."

Ling Yimo whispered, "I saw these words. Fonts are not the words of our purgatory. The existing ones, including the Celestial Clan, the Demon Scale Clan, and the Ghost Clan, all races do not have such a script. ”

"But I just know."

She looked calmly at the crowd.

Pang Jian, who arrived beside Hu Yuanfei, was shocked, and couldn't help but look at her, and then at the others.

It's very weird, these strongest people from different worlds don't even think it's strange.

Pang Jian finally looked at Hu Yuanfei.

Hu Yuanfei coughed, first took out the sword order on her waist, and then pinched it in her palm and touched Pang Jian's sword order.

Pang Jian pinched the sword order in understanding, and immediately saw that in a sword light symbol, Hu Yuanfei's name was added.

Hu Yuanfei's message was also transmitted: "This girl's soul has been different from ordinary people since she was a child, and she can use her soul to understand the traces left by foreign gods in purgatory. ”

"Even the ghost mother of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect is suspicious...... Her soul belongs to the outside world. ”

Hu Yuanfei, who dared to say anything, could only use the sword order to transmit the sound in Ling Yimo's matter.

The body of a man, the soul of a foreigner?

If that's the case, what kind of thing is Ling Yimo?

The more Pang Jian listened, the more shocked he became.

"There are a lot of extraordinary things, and if you don't understand it, don't think about it." Hu Yuanfei's voice rose again: "For example, the boundary wall, and then like the treacherous fog, we and the alien race that dominated this world before, haven't we still figured it out, what is going on?" ”

Pang Jian nodded slightly.

Shen Yanxi exclaimed, "God and Demon Creation Academy? ”

"The third generation of dragons? Level ten? Cai Shaoheng of Heigu's face changed.

"Level ten!"

The Pure Land's Lu Yanshu also stepped out from the broken bones of the dragon.

He hovered above the rusty skeleton and shouted, "Is it that in the third generation, a tenth-level dragon has appeared?" Is there a fourth generation? Fifth generation? ”

"God and Demon Creation Academy, God and Demon Proving Ground......" Zhou Yi took a deep breath and looked behind him with a solemn expression.

Behind, in the depths of the gray fog, more of the continent is hidden.

He suddenly had a feeling that in the deepest part of this continent, there was a god and demon creation academy standing, and from which a third-generation dragon had emerged.

"The history of this continent may be longer than that of our human civilization." Fanchen of the Taiyi Divine Kingdom suddenly said.

Dressed in white, he floated on the dry bones of the dragon's head, and his handsome face was full of surprise.

"We've all heard that the alien races of the Outlands call our Purgatory Heaven and Earth the Proving Ground of Gods and Demons. And I, over the years, have traced the history of alien races and spirit beasts, and visited the broken lands and forbidden places of the major worlds, in fact, I have come to some conclusions. ”

Fan Chen paused slightly, looked at everyone, and said with a stern expression: "Alien, it shouldn't be the native race of Purgatory!" It was as if at some point, they had been suddenly thrown into purgatory. ”

"Spirit beasts, fierce beasts, all kinds of behemoths, it seems that they are the former masters of purgatory."

"And we Terrans ......"

Fan Chen's brows were deeply locked, and he said, "There is no trace to be found." ”

"You stay here first, and I'll go deeper."

Ling Yimo, who was still the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, was obviously just a cultivator of the Condensation Realm, but he floated towards the other end of the land like a ghost.

"Whew!"

In just a moment, she disappeared from everyone's sight!

Like a ghost that can teleport, she blinked from the location of the dragon's bones...... The depths of the misty land!

Zhou Qingchen couldn't help but exclaim: "She, she's entered the treacherous fog!" ”

Born in the Fourth Realm, he has an eternal awe of the mist, and the knowledge he receives is how mysterious and terrifying the mist and the boundary wall are, and it is a forbidden place for all living beings.

Although he had been in and out of the treacherous fog, Zhou Qingchen was still very afraid of the treacherous fog, and he didn't expect Ling Yimo to be so decisive and deep.

Zhou Yi's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Let's wait for her to come out." ”

The Jiuli Sect and the Ghost Sacrifice Sect are on the same continent, he naturally knows Ling Yimo's strangeness, and he also knows that the ghost mother is on this girl, and she can be said to have done everything she can.

In the eyes of the ghost mother, Ling Yimo is her way to understand the outside of the sky, and the key to her insight into the secrets of the gods.

"Zhou Yi, there are aliens nearby." Hong Qiming's face sank, and he said, "Didn't you say that the alien races around you have been dealt with?" ”

"It's supposed to be new." Zhou Yi was not flustered at all, thought for a while and said: "This is in the most marginal area, and alien races and fierce beasts will not come over deliberately. I believe that for the time being, not a single powerful alien race has noticed this place. ”

"Do you want to report this matter to your superiors?" Fanchen asked.

"Not necessarily." Zhou Yi shook his head and said indifferently: "I'll deal with it." ”

He quietly vanished.

However, after a long, long time, he did not reappear here.

Similarly, Ling Yimo, the ghost sacrifice sect who went deep into the mist, did not step out as if he was lost.

……

(End of chapter)