The more severely broken and obviously irreparable altar was there. The moment Pang Jian closed his eyes, he once again felt as if he was in another world.
With his eyes closed, he felt like he was in a strange world that was dark, cold, void and silent.
That terrible feeling of darkness, coldness, and lifelessness did not come from his body.
But not the soul.
There was a chill in his soul, and the sea of consciousness, which contained one hundred and twenty-eight strands of divine consciousness, seemed to be frozen bit by bit by the severe cold after he closed his eyes.
After a while, he found it difficult to even open his eyes. His consciousness and sea of consciousness begged to be frozen!
The Black Turtle and the Eclipse Vine were aware of his strange situation at the same time, and they all mistakenly launched a perception call for him, which gradually paralyzed his cold and hard will!
He opened his eyes with all his strength!
"boom!"
As if he had returned from another world, Pang Jian gasped for air and climbed out of the altar in embarrassment.
Standing outside the altar, he looked at the broken altar again, with a look of horror in his eyes.
If there was no Black Turtle, the Erosion Vine summoned him repeatedly, and he walked away from the altar with his eyes closed, Keke... had died unknowingly, and his sea of consciousness and consciousness had been frozen by the cold force.
"Forbidden place of prayer!"
He suddenly realized that the forbidden area, which might not have been so scary before, was now full of terror.
One mistake can lead to disaster!
Coming from the east, Pang Jian continued to go deeper, and visions and... tragedies continued to appear.
In the night sky, the stars and the bright moon shine brightly.
A red stone altar shaped like a five-pointed star shines with an intoxicating luster in the bright east of the stars.
The broken parts of the altar, because the red stone released light, looked like they were connected by bright starlight.
Several disciples wearing the robes of the Galaxy Alliance walked quietly on all sides of the Pentagram Altar, with joyful smiles on their faces.
Did they encounter something extremely happy, such as comprehending the secrets of the stars, or suddenly obtaining a treasure, or breaking the bottleneck that had troubled them for a long time?
But those are the expressions on their faces.
——They have been dead for a long time.
Pang Jian came over to check and realized that there was no vitality that living things should have in their bodies. The storage bags and utensils around their waists had already been picked up and taken away.
Their stiff bodies remained in a walking state, and the joyful smiles on their faces seemed to be frozen in time.
It seems that nothing will change after thousands of years.
A moment later, a sun-shaped altar with flame patterns carved on it was pieced together from broken stones.
Some people wearing Lieyang Sect costumes were hugging the rubble of the altar, trying hard to present the altar completely, but... they had been dead for a long time.
They were all smiling, but the expressions on their faces were full of horror, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.
Their eyes were burned by the flames, and their mouths, nostrils, and ears were all flowing with charred blood. The image was extremely terrifying.
Among them, there is an elder who is a major cultivator of the Concentration Realm!
That scene made Pang Jian a little creepy. He didn't even dare to get too close to the sun-shaped altar, so he just avoided it and left.
There are more and more similar scenes.
Many casual cultivators who were not uniformly dressed died beside the ferocious stone statues, or were strangled by the incomplete altar. Strange corpses could be seen everywhere.
Pang Jian, who was walking alone in the forbidden place for praying for spirits, looked increasingly solemn.
"A terrible catastrophe."
He suddenly felt regretful.
There was something strange and weird about the forbidden spiritual praying place everywhere, which made him feel as if he was being stared at by an evil spirit from another place like an ice demon. He didn't know how many strange beings like ice demons had cast their sights on this forbidden place.
Once it is discovered that there are no believers of theirs and no members of the ethnic groups who believed in them in the past communicate with them, they will be directly eradicated.
In the world of purgatory, many visions and fissions are occurring, and it seems that they have also affected the former place of prayer.
Let the destroyed altars, stone statues, wood carvings, and stone pillars appear in the perception of evil spirits in other places.
"Save, save him..."
In the center of another altar that looked like a broken sun, there was a man whose whole body was burning with flames, struggling hard with a big cauldron on his head.
His hair has been burned off, his skin and flesh are burning, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth is like fire juice.
He was immobilized by the broken altar. No matter how hard he tried to mobilize his strength, he could not escape from the red rocks to the east of him.
He wailed miserably, hoping that someone from the Lieyang Sect could hear him, and that he could meet elders from the Blood Moon, Galaxy Alliance, and the Concentration Realm of the Red Mountain who could help him escape from his death predicament.
——He is not Yang Rui.
As the proud son of the Lieyang Sect and once the number one person in the Dongxuan Realm, he unexpectedly ended up in such a miserable situation.
What was floating above his head at the moment was none other than the famous spiritual weapon of the Lieyang Sect - the Nine-Yang Cauldron!
But that magical cauldron that had nine suns appearing on the top of the first peak of Yuanmang, no suns appeared in Ruming, and it didn't have many of the miracles it had at the beginning.
Obviously, it is also limited by the restrictions of the forbidden area, and many arrays outside and inside have failed.
Pang Jianyuanji stopped, behind a large broken stone pillar, silently watching his miserable condition.
Several gloomy-looking casual cultivators stood next to the broken altar, looking indifferently at Yang Rui who was burned by the flames, waiting for him to die soon.
"Do you really think you are not the Son of the Sun God?"
A casual cultivator who was over a hundred years old and had a late-stage cultivation in the Cave Mystic Realm. Most of his hair was bald. The top of his hair was shiny and there were only a few sparse broken hairs on the edges.
He spat disdainfully and said in a cold voice: "The ethnic group favored by the Sun God has been suppressed in the fifth realm for ten thousand years. How can it care about such a thing?"
"This Blazing Sun Sect and this Son of the Sun God are really making people laugh."
Another person interjected, snorted and said: "In the fifth realm, the Yan tribe living in the third continent, and the Yao tribe in the second continent, are the tribe favored by the sun god. The Lieyang sect, that son of the sun god,
Is it true that the spiritual techniques you cultivated were passed down from the Yao Clan and the Yan Clan?"
"The Yan Clan and the Yao Clan are about to return to the world as they are infected by the filthy supernatural power!"
"Times have changed, and the gods in the mysterious place finally feel purgatory again."
"..."
The three evil heretics that Lei Kun called were sarcastic and sarcastic beside Yang Rui, watching the god son of the Lieyang Sect go to destruction.
Pang Jian restrained his breath and listened to their conversation without saying a word, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
The three aliens who practiced unknown magic were talking about the Sun God, who was of the Yao Clan. The Yan Clan attracted him, making him convinced that there were some mysterious gods, and he noticed Purgatory again.
"How could the Lieyang Sect's spiritual secret come from a foreign race that is eternally banned?"
A doubt arose in his mind. He waited silently and continued to listen to the wrong words of the three alien cultivators.
I soon learned that there was an anomaly in the forbidden place for praying for spirits. I wonder if there were gods somewhere. Through the broken altars, statues, and wood carvings, I was sensing the long-hidden world of purgatory.
In the past, purgatory seemed to be in a closed and hidden state as far as those mysterious beings were concerned.
A while ago, I don't know what strange events happened, and the purgatory that disappeared from the perception of those gods seemed to have suddenly been released from its closed state.
One thing appears in the perception of the gods.
"No, no..."
Pang Jiandong consciously touched the bronze medal on his chest.
The bronze medal named "Gate of Purgatory" was in the Yunlei Forbidden Land not long ago, absorbing gaps in the void, and the words "Gate of Purgatory" appeared clearly.
Not long after, a gap in the void gradually tore open, and a strange beast comparable to a level 10 thunder dragon tried to cross the "strange fog".
The strange beasts have been wandering outside the "strange fog" for tens of millions of years, and they have never been able to find their way back, and they don't know how to leave.
However, he suddenly became aware of the world of purgatory and had a clear direction.
"No, it can't be such a coincidence. The recent abnormality in the world should have nothing to do with him and that bronze medal."
Pang Jian shook his head.
"call!"
The raging flames that drowned Yang Rui suddenly extinguished and went east.
The most talented new generation of Lieyang Sect turned into black charcoal withered bones and fell on the broken and incomplete altar.
The storage head covered with the black leg bones was not burned to ashes by the flames, but was still emitting a faint light.
Above his head, the Nine-Yang Cauldron that was previously floating fell to the east with a clang.
Without the support of his spiritual power, the Jiuyang Cauldron, whose external array could not operate, was like a pile of scrap metal.
But Pang Jian knew deep down in his heart that once he left the forbidden place of praying for spirits, the cauldron with the nine-wheeled sun on the wall would still be a high-level spiritual weapon and would have great power.
Most importantly, there is a big moon hanging in the sky outside his soul, so he should be able to use the Nine-Yang Cauldron!
"He begged for that cauldron!"
"He begged his store to show his head!"
"We will divide the two most critical artifacts, so what will he get?"
The third person shouted angrily.
"I have cultivated to the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm, but it would be an honor for me to witness that scene. The great catastrophe of heaven and earth has just begun, and the fun is yet to come. Why should I be anxious?"
"Because the catastrophe is approaching, he needs powerful artifacts and strength to protect himself!"
A few people were very much arguing...
A tall figure wearing a thick green veil suddenly rushed out from behind a stone pillar, ignoring their quarrels and shouts, and went straight to the charred bones in the center of the altar.
"If you don't make a fuss, it won't hurt our peace. He wants both things."
Pang Jian stood calmly at the edge of the altar.
He raised his leg to collect the Nine Yang Cauldron first, then cut off Yang Rui's dark arm with his sword, and picked up the sign.
The three evil cultivators, who were heretics and evil cultivators, did not react quickly when they saw that the two objects that belonged to them had all fallen into Pang Jian's lap.
The three men instantly became filled with murderous intent, their eyes filled with evil fire, and they planned to encircle them with a tacit understanding.
"Listen to his advice and pursue him without asking for anything."
Pang Jian drifted away.
"Don't you want to chase me?"
The two evil cultivators looked at the bald man.
"What do we say?"
The bald evil cultivator Leng Qun smiled faintly, "They may be very afraid of him when they leave the place where they pray for spirits. But in a world that is gradually being disrupted by the power of gods, do they need to be afraid of such a boy?"