The soul is in the underworld, and Pang Jian has a different experience from purgatory.

In the deep sea at the bottom of the hell, there are five strands of luck like a divine rainbow, which instantly spans thousands of miles of sea and reaches the soul sea where Pang Jian's divine soul is located.

In the sky, there were four other crystalline rays of light, which also fell down like a rainbow.

There are nine strands of luck, respectively in the deep sea and in the sky, which together respond to the call initiated by Pang Jian.

"Hmm!"

Bai Zi avoided the demon body of the law and looked into the air in surprise.

"It's not Rondi's Gathering Ground! Who is it? Who is involved in luck and chooses to be promoted at this time? ”

Bai Zi was puzzled.

At this stage of the battle, those powerful warriors of the underworld would never dare to incarnate into the gods of the underworld in such a hurry.

Absorbing a stream of luck and becoming a powerful god of the underworld is not a simple matter that can be achieved overnight.

Just like the promotion of the human race to the true god, it will take at least half a month, or even several months, for the strong of the underworld to become a god of the underworld.

In the process of becoming a god, we must also be fully prepared and not be negligent.

But what stage is it now?

The invaders, led by Yuan Yi, haunt all sides of the underworld, and are charging against the underworld and the underworld, and the older generation of the underworld are constantly falling.

In any area of this world, there are intruders active, how dare you become a god of the underworld at this time?

Shocked and puzzled, Bai Zi stared closely at the four heavenly qi lucks, watching them get closer and closer on the way to fall.

Eventually, the four strands of luck sank into the deep sea together.

"In the sea, there are still five strands of luck flying by!"

When Bai Zi's perception disappeared into the deep sea, he was taken aback again.

As the god of the underworld, he knew that the battle between Rondi and Yuanyi must be very fierce.

Rondi, gathering a stream of luck on that continent in advance, is also to recover faster after being injured.

Rondi, who is the best at soul warfare, needs to sacrifice his divine soul to fight, and once he suffers a heavy blow, he must rely on luck to heal.

This also made Bai Zi mistakenly think at first that the other five qi fortunes flowing under the sea may have been involved by Rondi.

However, when he took a closer look, he was convinced that the ultimate goal of the nine flows of luck was definitely not Rondi.

A dark blue mysterious sea area suddenly appeared in Bai Zi's mind.

He glanced at it and saw a golden shadow.

Nine strands of luck from the deep sea, from the sky, were pulled together, turned into nine divine rainbow clouds, and all rushed towards the golden soul shadow.

"Whew!"

Nine Qi Luck, and the golden soul shadow fused in an instant, and the divine soul immediately began to materialize.

The soul of God is from the virtual to the real.

At the same time, the vast aura of heaven and earth was also like rust sucked up by a huge magnet when this divine soul materialized, and it frantically pasted past.

The golden soul shadow, which was originally slightly blurred, quickly became clear.

It was a handsome young man with a grim expression and a resolute look in his eyebrows.

"Pang Jian!"

Bai Zi screamed.

"Pang Jian!"

The Fa Yan not far away also covered his head and screamed.

This great demon god, who was loyal to the Demon Heaven, once again deeply felt the spiritual contamination from Pang Jian.

In the depths of the Demon Soul of the Fa Xuan, the ancient sigils representing his true name, the image of the Demon Heavenly Lord in it, were gradually replaced by Pang Jian's appearance.

He had a strange delusion.

The noble man who led him to conquer the major demon realms and brought him from a low-level demon god to a high-ranking demon god seemed to be Pang Jian of the purgatory world.

The traces of the Demon God's domination in His mind were diluted little by little.

And Pang Jian's image is gradually deepening.

One day, the traces of the Demon Lord will completely disappear, and Pang Jian will become all in the seal of his true name, and he will obey Pang Jian unconditionally.

Fa Yan had a premonition that something was wrong, so he exclaimed.

……

In the greatest of the continents.

In the vast blood-colored depths, countless Rondi's ghost shadows are flying by, shuttling between the many blood chains.

Each of Rundy's Divine Souls is a product of materialization, with a body like a dark blue crystal.

Such a rundy severed the chains of blood woven by Yuanyi, so that the old ape could not cover the land with his vast blood energy.

There was also an illusory Rondy, suspended in front of the old ape, pulling the heaven and earth aura of the underworld.

"Whew! Whew! ”

The aura condensed into many whirlpools, engulfing the entire heaven and earth, the light of the sun, moon and stars, the power of extreme cold, the breath of plants and trees, and the strong power of the earth, all surging into the whirlpool.

The violent whirlpool surrounded the violent giant ape, shattering the qi and blood of the giant ape.

There are also hundreds of soul rays, turned into soul streams, scurrying in the old ape's mind, chest, and acupoints.

As the leader of the gods of the underworld, and in the hell under his control, Rondy gradually leveled with the old ape from the beginning of the long war of attrition.

All the embodied soul clones that belong to Him can be repaired by Him with new luck as long as they are injured.

He believed that he would have the last laugh in this battle.

Suddenly, he felt an unusual flow of luck that should have been brought to the land where he was.

"That's not right!"

Rondy muttered.

"Click!"

The earth was torn apart, and a huge altar was built in the depths of the earth, made of the highest quality soul crystals.

Engraved on the altar, thousands of soul spells that Rondi sensed from the soul sea exist in the form of patterns, lightning, ancient talismans, and Taoist chains.

This thing is called "Gathering God Terrace", and it can attract the luck and soul of the fallen god one by one.

Thus becoming a power available to him Rundi.

The "Gathering God Platform" is obviously still running, and the luck and souls of those dead gods should not return to the Heavenly Forbidden and the Sea of Souls, but should enter the "Gathering God Platform" and become a super force that strengthens his Rundi.

However, there was a part of luck that was not attracted by the "Gathering God Platform", and went to the sea of souls strangely.

"It's strange that the Sea of Souls will only absorb the souls of dead warriors and gods. Absorbing luck, which has always been the authority of heaven's forbidden, how could it become like this? ”

Rondy was puzzled.

He is the leader of the gods of the underworld, and he can influence the "heavenly forbidden" of the underworld, as well as the direction of luck.

He can also comprehend the sea of souls at a specific time and in a special way, and comprehend the true meaning imprinted in it.

But he can't gaze at the sea of souls all the time, as he pleases.

In the underworld, the closest thing to the soul sea is not him, but Bai Zi, who is the god of the realm.

"Bai Zi, there is a movement in the sea of souls, look at what strange things are happening inside."

Rondy's soul resounded in Bai Zi's heart.

Bai Zi hesitated for a moment, and replied truthfully: "Pang Jian's divine soul has completed the reunion in the soul sea. It was he who involved the nine strands of luck and re-carried out the path of becoming a god in the soul sea of our underworld. ”

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(End of chapter)