It's also a treacherous fog.

A ship with the characteristics of the ghost clan, shattered in the vast sea of fog, there are dozens of ghost warriors, after the flesh and blood in their bodies were devoured, the corpses were scattered miserably.

A sword, shining with scarlet light, hung above Dong Tianxue's head.

This sword is slender, sharp, fierce, and as deep as the sea.

It is a perfect match for Dong Tianxue's temperament.

Separated from the endless void, separated by the boundary wall of the two heavens and earths, Pang Jian felt like it was born for Dong Tianxuan the moment he stared at it through the bronze medal.

Underneath the sword.

Dong Tianxue was long, thin, and his back was straight, like a bloodthirsty sword.

This is the first scene that Pang Jian perceived.

After that, a little golden light suddenly appeared, representing a golden bee insect.

Then, suddenly, thousands of golden lights reflected Pang Jian's field of vision.

Thousands of golden bee insects fell into Pang Jian's perception at once, like golden stars.

In the space that hides the forbidden land, in the mist that surrounds this space, all the bees and insects have become Pang Jian's eyes.

Naturally, including the queen bee!

The most dazzling queen bee, like a golden sun, shines brightly in the word "prison" immersed in Pang Jian's will, deepening the connection between Pang Jian and that world.

There was a mysterious power that suddenly began to guide Pang Jian.

Holding the bronze medal, he flew out of the shoulders of the immortal primordial god and flew into the treacherous mist adjacent to the boundary wall.

There was a vast cloud of smoke on both sides of the boundary wall, and he still existed in the Dark Hell before he could break through the boundary wall.

But as long as there is a treacherous fog, the bronze medal in his hand has power!

A force that would allow him to cross the walls of space!

And the treacherous fog is the bridge that he can connect the major heavens and the earth, and the boundary wall will not be restricted.

"Wow!"

A magnificent and ancient portal, condensed and refined with a treacherous mist, quietly formed in front of him.

This portal is the same as the bronze medal, revealing heavy traces of time, such as connecting the past and the future, carrying the glory of countless "prison" words in the mist.

Looking down, Pang Jian knew that the word "door" on the back of the bronze medal became brighter, shining in the thick fog ahead.

The light released by this "door" carved out this portal based on the power of the treacherous mist.

With a gentle push, the door opened.

Inside the door, it was the queen bee he had perceived before, like a golden sun.

……

The other side.

Shattered this "black ghost" ship, with the blood of many seventh- and eighth-level ghost warriors, Dong Tianxue, who was cultivating the bloodthirsty sword, suddenly looked behind the queen bee.

The image is seven or eight points similar to Pang Jian, and the queen bee with an indifferent expression has a pair of strange golden compound eyes.

He jerked around.

A bright void crack suddenly appeared without warning, which made him feel terrified.

After a while, he smelled Pang Jian's breath and asked tentatively, "Where are you?" ”

"Pang Jian?" Dong Tianxue said.

In response to them, the gap in the void slowly cracked, and a majestic divine body stepped out of the gap.

A large piece of the skin of this god's chest was torn apart, revealing the wonders of the galaxy inside, of course, he could only be Pang Jian, but he was not the real body.

"In the mist, I met a median god named Yang Luo, and I was a little injured."

Pang Jian, who arrived as an immortal primordial god, still left his true body and bronze medal in the dark prison, he glanced at the fierce divine sword that "buzzed", and said, "Bloodthirsty sword? ”

As soon as these words came out, the humming sound of the bloodthirsty sword became even more rapid.

The Source Demon Sword in Pang Jian's hand also responded with a sword sound.

The two divine swords, which have been suppressed at the bottom of the Sword Tower all the year round, are quite familiar with each other, and neither side seems to have expected to be able to reunite outside the Sword Tower.

"Well, it's a bloodthirsty sword."

Dong Tianxuan grasped this bloody long sword, stabbed it into his body casually, and continued to raise the sword with the blood of his own viscera.

His body, his flesh and bones, was the scabbard of the sword.

"The middle god outside the sky, can you fight now?"

He had just taken charge of the bloodthirsty sword and killed the powerhouses of the ghost clan, and a trace of pride and pride emerged, which was immediately shattered by Pang Jian's words, "Pang Jian, I also want to seek a place for the god and promote the god of the world with the way of blood." Even if this is what the true gods do not approve, the so-called evil gods! ”

His first question, still a little depressed, but in a blink of an eye, his confidence was reinvigorated.

He was convinced of his power.

He believed that when he was promoted to the true god, he would be the strongest of those who would be able to fight with Pang Jian against the gods of the heavens as he had done at the beginning.

"There will be. There will definitely be the luck that belongs to you Dong Tianxuan for you to be promoted to the god of the world. Pang Jian laughed.

His immortal primordial god did not hurry to return to purgatory immediately, and in this sea of fog, he asked Dong Tianxue and the queen bee what happened.

Soon he learned the truth, and knew that there were six special boundary wall points that could be connected to the outer mist.

"If you want to heal your wounds, return to purgatory as soon as possible. Here, it is enough for me to guard alone. Dong Tianxue glanced at the corpses of those ghost clan warriors and said, "I need to raise swords through them." When I have recuperated the Bloodthirsty Sword, and when I am ready, I will seek my divine path promotion. ”

Looking at Dong Tianxue like this, Pang Jian smiled at the corner of his mouth, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The bronze medal was not on his body, and his immortal primordial god could also sense the bee insects scattered in all directions, but he could not teleport there.

So, he spent some time flying away in this familiar sea of fog.

With bees here, he won't get lost.

In the end, it only took him half an hour to step out of the sea of fog from the position of Dong Tianxue and the queen bee.

"Whew!"

In the form of an immortal primordial god, he reappeared in the real purgatory world.

His chest cavity was open, and it was clear that he had suffered a heavy blow, which was not at all shocking.

"Divine position, luck ......"

Closing his eyes, he hovered in the void of the Second Realm of Purgatory, trying to feel his luck.

He wanted to try it to see if he could draw some Qi into his body again to repair his Immortal Primordial God's injuries.

His divine consciousness was like a tidal wave, centered on this body, sweeping in all directions.

Pieces of the ground fell into his perceptual eyes and were imprinted in the depths of his mind.

The breath of the nearby shattered land powerhouses, the combination of popularity and aura in their bodies, their actions, their words and deeds, can be perceived by Pang Jian within a certain range.

But he couldn't smell luck.

"Pang Jian!"

A vast and ethereal divine voice sounded from a certain piece of land in the First Realm, and the sound was like being in the clouds, like in a galaxy.

A moment later, I saw a splendid figure in fluttering clothes, crossing the heavenly dome between the first and second realms, and standing in front of Pang Jian in a dashing manner.

"You're hurt?"

King Li's eyes were surprised, he looked at the treacherous fog behind Pang Jian, and his eyes suddenly became solemn: "You returned from that treacherous fog with a forbidden land?" ”

He always thought that after the first battle between Pang Jian and Li Chu, he would shrink into a rocky retreat and stabilize the realm.

Unexpectedly, Pang Jian's sudden appearance turned out to be this treacherous fog, and he was obviously injured.

Pang Jian, who defeated Li Chu, who can hurt him?

The tenth-level warrior of the Fifth Realm, or that Fire God Yanlie?

King Li had too many doubts in his heart.

Pang Jian didn't hide it, nodded, pointed to his fleshless chest, and said, "How can such an injury be repaired?" ”

"What hurt?" King Li did not answer the rhetorical question.

Pang Jian replied: "A deity named Yang Luo. ”

"To be specific, what rank is he?" King Li asked again.

Pang Jian replied again: "Median God." ”

King Li was silent.

……

(End of chapter)