Pang Jian's departure made those old men in the dark prison no longer know what hope was.

For hundreds of years, ever since the Star Eaters appeared in the Hell, they have been praying to the gods they believe in through altars of prayer.

Every year, every month, they would scatter and cry out to their gods for soul sounds.

But the God of Shadows never responded.

Pang Jian's arrival and the heavy blow and theft of a severed limb of the Star Eater finally rekindled their confidence.

They had a vague feeling that the nightmare that had shrouded the hell for hundreds of years was coming to an end.

However, Pang Jian, who had a promise in his mouth, still escaped into the mist and disappeared into the dark hell.

"It's over, this world is over. In the future, let the Star Eater slaughter, and he will slaughter it. ”

The old man of the Earth Spirit Clan howled in despair.

"He'll be back!" The High Priest of the Dark Spirit Clan inspires everyone.

Looking at the six landmasses in the sky and the gray-yellow stars higher up, this old Dark Spirit Clan sage suddenly remembered his children and grandchildren who had been eaten by the Star Eaters.

His sons, daughters, and grandsons, a total of seven of them were promoted to the ninth level bloodline.

Without exception, they have all become delicacy for Star Eaters.

In the beginning, the Star Eater did not reveal the power of his sole Hell, and would pretend to be wounded, thus giving hope to the races.

Because of this, the children of the high priest naively thought that there was an opportunity to kill Him.

First his two most heroic sons, and then his daughter, brought the treasures of the clan to find the Star Eater, but they were killed by the Star Eater one after another.

The beings of the Dark Prison have organized twelve powerhouses with a bloodline of the ninth level, holding the strongest artifacts in the clan.

As a result, all of them were sucked away by the Star Eater and died.

At this point, the clansmen of the various clans in the Dark Prison were completely broken by the Star Eater.

After that, there was no longer a decent attack, and they began to pin their hopes on the gods outside the sky.

Among the eighth-level clan elders present, whose children and grandchildren have never died and have not been devoured by the Star Eater?

If there is still a glimmer of life, if they can see such a little hope, why should they beg the gods for their favor?

And Pang Jian is not even the god they believe in.

"His words are just perfunctory to us. His battle with the Star Eater, I was watching the whole time. An old woman of the Shadow Clan lowered her head and said quietly, "He is no match for the Star Eater, and he knows this from the bottom of his heart. ”

"When the Star Eater digested the stars, he really couldn't show his full strength, and that's why he found an opportunity."

"Snatch a severed member of the Star Eater, and he's obviously satisfied. If he really has the ability, he won't just blindly escape when the other eighth-level limbs are chasing. ”

The old woman raised her head, looked at the group of old friends in front of her who were still looking forward to it, and said with a sad heart: "Disperse, he won't come back." ”

……

Purgatory, the Second Realm.

The moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are sparse.

Autumn goes to winter, and heavy snow flies on the broken ground of Hongdu, making Hongdu City become covered in silver.

The sword boat carrying Liu Junhong and other elders had already been ordered to leave by Li Zhaotian, and the elders were either sitting in the sword tower or guarding the rocky ground at this moment.

A long time has passed, and Pang Jian's spirit has not returned.

Tiandu Sanren, Liu Fu and Li Yuanli, it is impossible to trap themselves in Hongdu City permanently.

They waited and waited, and found that Pang Jian's flesh and blood were still fine, but his soul was still missing.

Slowly, they all thought that Pang Jian's soul must be mired in a treacherous fog.

Even if it can return, it will be a long time.

It may never come back.

After a full year and a half, their patience was exhausted, and at last they could no longer hold on, so they went their separate ways.

So only Li Zhaotian was left, still in this dead and silent city where the cultivation was extinct, looking forward to the return of Pang Jian's soul all day long.

The finger-sized snowflakes are getting thicker and thicker, and the two masters and apprentices, Li Zhaotian and Pang Jian, have become two snowmen, one big and one small.

Day and night are constantly changing, but the picture seems to freeze, and time seems to stop passing.

Li Zhaotian, who was looking forward to Pang Jian's return, was no longer in the general situation of the accident department, and his sword intent gradually blocked the entire Hongdu Shattered Land, keeping out all the scattered cultivators who tried to come over.

In the whole broken land, there are only two snowmen.

This lasted for a long, long time, and there was a sudden change in Pang Jian's chest, and there were obvious spatial fluctuations.

"Peng!"

The thick snow that wrapped around the majestic body suddenly exploded.

Li Zhaotian, who was fat and domineering, had a pair of small eyes that did not match his body type, and suddenly shone with a light comparable to the stars of a cold night.

He stared at the smaller snowman, unleashing his senses and carefully perceiving them.

Visibly nervous, he rubbed his hands together uneasily, splattering the snowflakes and ice crystals between his fingers.

After hesitating for a moment, he took a step and "titicaca" through the thick snow to get close to Pang Jian.

He stopped abruptly again.

Because at this moment, he saw the little snowman's shoulders shake, and he saw the snow scattered.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the fat face with fat accumulation was instantly filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

The smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly covered his entire face, because his smile was too exaggerated, causing his eyes to be squeezed by the fat even smaller.

"Good apprentice."

"When you come back, as a teacher, you will know that you have your own heavenly appearance, and you will not be lost in the sky."

"Those self-righteous guys say that you squandered a seat of the god of purgatory in vain, and that you melted the god position but destroyed your soul in the outer world."

"! These dog things that chew the root of their tongue behind their backs! If it weren't for you, Lao Tzu would have cut off their tongues! ”

This fat man in blue like a big bear, although he stopped in the heavy snow, kept saying something incoherently, and kept dancing to show something.

As the current owner of the Sword Tower, the most talented sword cultivator in this era, he has a rare pure heart.

has also lived a handful of years, but he still has a youthful spirit many times, not only does he not have the majesty of the landlord, but he also does not have the posture that a master should have.

He simply hoped that he could live up to the sword god's entrustment and be able to bring the sword tower to a higher place.

He just hoped that a few of his apprentices could live well, and that he wanted to become the big tree that all his apprentices could rely on, so that the apprentices would not be oppressed by any sect and any true god in this heaven and earth.

He just hopes that his confidantes are okay too.

As the master of the Sword Tower, as a man and a master, he did his best to carry everything.

When the snow cleared, Pang Jian opened his eyes.

Looking at the male fat man with a happy and excited face in front of him, and looking at the light of his small eyes, Pang Jian smiled brightly: "Master." ”

After his father disappeared, no one else treated him like the big fat man in front of him.

This big fat man made him feel warm and filled his heart with gratitude.

When he was deep in the Demon Spirit Continent, it was this person who cultivated at the peak of the Immortal Realm and fell into the dangerous world below to find him.

For him, he did not hesitate to fight with the tenth-level powerhouse of the Demon Scale Clan.

When he was suppressed by the Dragon Cave in the Holy Spirit Continent, it was this person who declared that he wanted to retreat and impact the True God Realm, so that the arrogant and brutal dragons in the Dragon Cave did not dare to move.

With such a master, who did everything to support him behind his back, Pang Jian felt extremely lucky.

Now, with a seat in the purgatory world, he has successfully cast an immortal primordial god by fusing his divine soul.

Even for the sake of the person in front of him, he has to shoulder the burden of the sword tower and bear everything for this person.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Pang Jian, who has always rarely smiled, never stopped smiling when facing this person.

He asked, "Master, is the Sword Tower okay, is this piece of heaven and earth okay?" ”

"You're back, and this world is fine."

Li Zhaotian let go and laughed.

The master and apprentice, although most of the time they communicate with sword orders, they never feel unfamiliar when they really meet.

Needless to say, emotions are the deepest bond.

The wonder of the Immortal Primordial God, the feeling of being free from the mist, another Calamity called the Hell, the magical structure of the Star Eater, and the details of its battles.

To Li Zhaotian, he didn't hide anything, and told it all truthfully.

In the snowy ground, the master and apprentice talked loudly and spoke freely.

……

Hell.

Above the shuttle-shaped ship, the altar that was supposed to correspond to the God of Shadows, she felt a cold strange will when the Holy Maiden Cui Ling was once again communicating normally outside the world.

"I am the Goddess of Cold Crystals outside of your world, and I intend to help you in eradicating the Star Eater."

"You'll need to build two new altars the way I did, the way another god did."

"I will show you how to cast, and how to choose the strong ones that correspond to us, so that we can complete the advent."

"As long as we do what we ask, I promise that the Star Eaters who poison your world will definitely die in your world."

The delicate body of the saint, who listened carefully, trembled uncontrollably.

Listening, she burst into tears.

"High Priest!"

"High Priest!"

She cried out in oblivion.

……

Holy Spirit Continent.

Mu Wentao, another true god of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, suddenly entered the inside of the Dragon Cave and said softly: "In the broken land of Nahongdu, Pang Jian, whose soul has disappeared for nearly two years, has officially returned. ”

A rough dragon groan rang out.

In the dragon cave, the ninth-level old dragons who poked the huge dragon head over and listened to Mu Wentao's words left one after another.

A majestic figure in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared.

On his forehead, there were conspicuous dragon horns, swirled with lightning as thin as a hair.

As soon as he came, the aura filled the entire Dragon Cave, making Mu Wentao, as a true god, feel depressed.

"The true god who has been promoted in the Immortal Realm has never appeared before." The old thunder dragon swallowed slowly, sat on the top of the stone platform, looked at Mu Wentao condescendingly, and asked, "Such a true god can also be regarded as a true god?" Immortal realm promotion, isn't there any flaw? ”

Mu Wentao shook his head: "Because there is no precedent, I don't know anything." ”

"The Sword Tower is far away, and the so-called Rock Shatter Ground is not far away from the Holy Spirit Continent." Old Thunder Dragon touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will arrange it and try his true god's quality." ”

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(End of chapter)