The "Sacred Pond of Creation" used to store energy and blood surged, and thick blood mist was immediately drawn out to support the newly born bee pupae.
"The Hell Soul Bee."
Pang Jian thought deeply as he looked at the bee insect with its transparent wings and the rest of its body shining golden.
Kaz, the forest god of the Outland Wood Clan, believed in. When he attached his divine consciousness outside the body of the wooden sculpture and tried to infect his sea of consciousness, he did not shout out the words "Hell Soul Bee".
On that trip, in the Forbidden Land deep in the mist, the God of the Jungle revealed the origin of the bees in horror.
There is something strange about this matter.
Didn't you recognize it at that time? Didn't you figure out the origin of the bee?
After thinking about it for a while, I came into contact with the bees again in the Forbidden Land in the mist, and I finally confirmed that the bees were the so-called low-level Hell Soul Bees?
Is Hell, the same as Purgatory, a similar world?
Does the golden bee come from Hades? If there is no purgatory, why can it appear in the Bug Valley in the Silent Mountains?
"Just get a dark giant anaconda from the fifth realm of eternal darkness. Black turtles and world-eclipse vines, although each one is bigger than the other, after all, they are not the strange species that are native to purgatory."
"Bees, golden ones, are products of foreign lands. That's a bit appalling."
The more Pang Jian thought about it, the more shocked he became.
He unconsciously touched the "Gate of Purgatory" on his chest, secretly suspecting that this object could penetrate the boundary wall of Purgatory and reach other worlds similar to Purgatory.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain the origin of bees.
external sky.
Fire was spraying outwards, and the jet-black ships, which were severely damaged in many areas, flew towards the volcanoes and the broken land filled with streams of blazing lava.
Wrapped in a pitch-black cloak and with a stooped figure, the image of an alien god from the outside world holds a jet-black ship floating on one leg.
The cloak, which was swaying wildly even though there was no wind blowing, connected all the new worlds. Countless alien creatures who believed in him sent a ray of power through the air.
He moved the red and silver trident with his legs, and the Milky Way condensed across the sky, filling the void behind Him.
The strange force that distorts the void emerges, making those gorgeous galaxies seem to turn the space into stacks.
As a result, Fu Wangchen and Zhuang Yuyan were unable to lock onto his soul projection anymore.
"rise!"
The ghost generals who seemed to be one with him shouted loudly.
In the jungles, swamps, wilderness, and valleys of the Forbidden Land.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Hundreds of aliens with strange shapes, some driving chariots, some riding red horses, and some eight-armed giants, were sucked out by the gradually expanding black cloak like rust pulled by a magnet.
The aliens who were clinging to the cloak seemed to swarm immediately, following him and the battleship away.
After a while.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he entered the shattered earth with raging flames, his huge soul projection, the jet-black ship he was holding, and the many foreigners clinging to their cloaks all disappeared in an instant without a trace.
Like going directly from one world to another.
"The pictures they see may not be true."
Qi Qingsong said in shock.
He stood in the Black Iron Mountain, and no matter how carefully he looked at the broken land with many volcanoes standing there, he could not see the ghost clan's ship, nor could he see the image of the alien god.
Zhuang Yuyan hovered high in the sky with her sword. She turned around and looked at the peerless genius in the desolate realm who had taken the ancient divine dharma out of her body and even closed her third eye. She said, "Fu Wangchen, can I see anything unusual?"
At that time, the monks from the Desolate Realm who were riding golden roc birds fell towards the giant birds one by one.
In an instant, the golden roc bird turned into drops of golden divine blood in the blink of an eye, melting into the sea like raindrops, and then blending into the crystal divine bones again.
"He can't see either."
Fu Wangchen shook his head.
He counted the number of people in Yidong and said solemnly: "Thirteen of them died in the battle."
A man with a majestic physique stood on a green iron pillar and said with a voice like a mountain falling: "But they also killed several times the number of ghosts!"
He frowned and said, "No, they are much stronger than the ghosts they hunted in the fifth realm before."
The Desolate Realm is a powerful sect in the first realm of purgatory. They will organize disciples from time to time to go to the fifth realm of eternal darkness for training.
Therefore, the vast majority of practitioners in the desolate realm have come into contact with foreign races.
Naturally, they had hunted a lot of ghosts, so they didn't take them seriously at first.
It turned out that thirteen people died in the battle.
"That is the true power of the ghost clan."
A woman with black hair tied up with bird feathers interjected: "Those ghosts who were suppressed by them in the fifth realm, in the east of the eternal dark environment, with poor supplies and scarce supplies, will never reach the height of their combat power."
"No. Please tell me that the third and second realms have also been captured by the aliens from the east. The warriors of the Heavenly Clan, Ghost Clan, and Demon Scale Clan should be able to regain their original strength."
"Only now does he realize that the purgatory world they live in is actually a world in the vast world."
"No, they are not unique, nor are they the most favored by God."
After coming into contact with people from other worlds, those practitioners who came from the desolate realm, I realized that they were not the protagonists of the world.
They all talked with emotion and emotion.
"Junior Brother Fu, what should we do when we come to the east?" Lu Jie, who was in the desolate land, looked at the other three mysterious fragments of land in the distance and asked, "Can you please go over immediately and explore them one by one?"
Fu Wangchen was silent for a moment and said, "Let's first figure out the piece of ground to the east of our feet."
"That's fine."
Lu Jie agreed, and immediately beckoned to Hei Tieshan, saying: "Here comes their Tianpeng battleship."
On the Ghost Clan's ship, they fought side by side with Qi Qingsong and others, destroying the black crystal cannons and killing many Ghost Clan warriors together.
Although this was not their first contact, the battle brought them closer together.
"No, they went to the east." Qi Qingsong smiled and waved his leg, explaining: "They have friends in the east forest."
Black Iron Mountain heads straight into the dense jungle.
"Am I holding up?"
Zhuang Yuyan came down on the way, looked at Fang Boxuan whose waist and abdomen were bleeding profusely, and said: "Please don't, they left me on the Tianpeng battleship in the desolate land? The people over there slaughtered the ghost warriors with me,
You should be willing to accept me."
The sharp blade of the Bei clan pierced the stomach and intestines, and Fang Boxuan, who was using the blood moon secret technique to heal the injury, said with a gloomy face: "Is it interesting?"
The Fang family was wiped out, and Li Chu, Mo Zong, and Hei Gu in the desolate realm were all unable to escape Gangjie.
Fu Wangchen was not Li Chu's disciple, so letting him go to the enemy's ship to heal his wounds was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
"There is something he wants to tell me, and he also plans to talk to his junior brother about it later."
Zhuang Yuyan swallowed a soul-nourishing pill, and when Fang Boxuan looked at her with confusion, she said: "Don't worry, we'll talk about it later."
"Dong Tianze, am I okay?"
Qi Qingsong glanced at the pale-faced master of Black Iron Mountain and said, "There was a strong man from the Wei Clan who tried to infect me with evil magic. I was not in a good condition at the time."
Dong Tianze said gloomily: "It's okay."
After hesitating for a few seconds, he said again: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Qi Qingsong smiled brightly and said: "The matter in Bagua City can be written off with one stroke."
Dong Tianze said: "Okay."
When he was surrounded by several Wei Clan warriors, using a strange spiritual illusion to infiltrate the sea of consciousness, Qi Qingsong used the dream sword concept he had comprehended to drag those ghost warriors into a terrifying dreamland.
He also escaped with his life.
Dong Tianze, who has always been a loner and never gregarious, is not the first time he has joined forces with so many people to defeat the enemy, and it is also the first time he has been rescued by his companions in battle.
The strange and novel feeling made him a little confused.
Shaking his head gently, he got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, and looked at everyone he could see with a gloomy and cold gaze.
"Who could it be?"
Dong Tianze felt a little uneasy.
During the battle, he sensed another person bearing the Tianfeng mark, who revealed strong murderous intent against him.
But he didn't know who the wrong party was, and he didn't know where the wrong party was hidden, so he could be sure that he should be someone from purgatory.
"They came here together on the sword boat, and they also hope to go back together on the sword boat."
Qi Qingsong smiled and told Dong Tianze not to be too nervous, and said calmly: "We should also be aware that the ghost tribe, including those strange alien races, are not as scary as they imagined."
Dong Tianze nodded, looking around vigilantly and uneasily.
"There are three worlds, and there are more unknown dangers..." Fang Boxuan said with a bitter smile.
"Well, he knows, come piece by piece."
When Qi Qingsong shut up, Black Iron Mountain also fell to the center of the forest.
"Junior brother, am I okay?"
Zhuang Yuyan landed gracefully first.
She glanced around at the shriveled corpses stuck in the air by branches. Her eyes first fell on Kaz, and she said solemnly: "Just one Wood tribesman, relying on that forest, killed hundreds of them?"
Chang Li nodded: "No."
"He is a sixth-level Wood Clan warrior." Xiao Yu added in a low voice.
"Well, that's a bit difficult."
Zhuang Yuyan came over, crouched down and looked at Kaz's face, releasing a ray of divine consciousness to investigate.
She originally hoped that if this person had a residual soul and wanted Dong Tianze to carry out a soul search, she shook her head regretfully.
"Junior brother, what have I discovered?"
She looked at Pang Jian.
"without."
Pang Jian grabbed the black gauze from Kaz's body in Jiedong, and while pouring the blood of the beast into his mouth, he felt the strangeness of the gauze.
At that time.
Wu Yuan of the Demon Sect and Chen Lushi, who had changed into a new robe, also came over from a distance.
Chen Lushi, who had been severely injured by Pang Jian, adjusted her mood behind the tree and became as if nothing had happened.
She stood side by side with Wu Yuan, looking as cold as ice, and became taciturn.
Because she now knows whether Kaz, the wood tribe's creator of blood in that forest, will be killed by Pang Jian alone.
Recalling the attack she suffered just now...
She had a lot of resentment in her heart, but she held it back and did not dare to provoke him again.
"boom!"
Fu Wangchen, who was in a desolate state, suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground like a heavy stone.
Wearing a raincoat woven with red feathers, the tall and handsome Fu Wangchen looked at the black gauze in Pang Jian's legs and said, "Can I cut him hard with this thing?"