The nine glaciers, which had shrunk a lot due to the wear and tear of the war, were watered and tempered by the extreme cold and strange forces, and they were raised inch by inch in the original Thor's Forbidden Land.
The top of one of the icebergs.
"Second Elder, he has calculated that there are currently nine people with blood outside the clan who have reached level seven."
"There are thirty-six people with sixth-level bloodline."
"There are two hundred and seven in total at level five."
"They have repaired six of the warships that can soar in the void, and they can take all their clansmen with them and leave from that fragmented land sinking in the mist."
The short and fat elder Binghe revealed the situation outside the clan.
The six Ice Tribe elders were all on the top of the mountain at the moment. They also looked at the nearby mountain top from time to time, looking at Pang Jian who was unable to walk in the ice and snow.
"If he doesn't wake up and give a clear attitude, will they just keep waiting to go east?"
The fourth elder, Bing Jing, is a tall and thin old man of the Ice Tribe. He has slender eyes. He is a more radical person among the elders of the tribe, and he was once a staunch supporter of the eldest elder, Bing Lan.
At this moment, he frowned and suddenly said: "Master Pang Jian is not a member of their clan."
The other five people looked at him coldly.
"He was secretly listening to the conversations of the people in purgatory." Bing Jing's gaze looked eastward at the broken city, where there was a protruding sinkhole, and said: "Purgatory seems to be a forbidden place for gods. In
In their historical records, the human race that has never appeared at all is the master of the purgatory world."
"Just like them, the ethnic group that transformed by strengthening their bloodline was suppressed by the human race in a dark and lightless land."
"All ethnic groups like them are considered aliens in Purgatory and will be treated differently by the human race."
After a pause, Bing Jing lowered his head and said: "As for whether they can move from the Ice and Thunder Land, it's best not to go to Purgatory, because they will definitely not be welcomed there."
"Very..."
His voice was even lower, "They all heard what the departing alien god with the bone spurs on his back said to Lord Pang Jian. The true gods of the human race are in exile in the vast and endless galaxy, and they are all being manipulated by the outside world.
God is chasing you."
"Honestly, they shouldn't be too closely involved with the human race, lest they become public enemies."
The five Ice Clan elders all fell silent after listening to Bing Jing express his thoughts.
No one scolded him, no one blamed him for speaking nonsense.
Because, recently, they have been thinking about that issue again and again, and they all feel confused about the future.
"I really hope he is not from the Ice Tribe."
After a long time, the sixth elder Binghe sighed with emotion.
"Perhaps, we can't ask for separation after all." Fifth Elder Bingying sighed and said helplessly: "He will go back to purgatory, and purgatory is not their home."
"But the heart of winter is with him." Bing Jing whispered.
"Have I forgotten how Binglanhuo died?" Bingyuan's eyes were stern and he said: "No one has taken away the Heart of Winter. After the thunder beast god comes, he will first take the Eastern Thunder God's forbidden land, and then
Or the frozen land. Together with the Heart of Winter, they will be sold to the goddess of cold crystal by him!"
"They should have been exterminated!"
“Very good!”
Bingyuan took a deep breath and looked at the location of the Flame Broken Land from the top of the mountain. "Have we forgotten that there is another Broken Land right next to them?"
"I haven't forgotten, so I want to leave early!" Bing Jing shouted.
"Wait! Keep waiting for the east!"
Bingyuan said irritably.
…
The pit.
"That's not the way to go."
Jiang Chao's face was deep and he said: "We can't stay here forever. Lu Jie, do they want to find a way to spend a lot of money to buy a flying ship from the Ice Tribe?"
"Why don't you take the sword boat and leave with them?" Fang Boxuan changed his face slightly and said, "If there is a flying ship, can we find a way back?"
"What if I get lost again?"
"Or, if you accidentally enter a world where aliens are active, wouldn't you be seeking your own death?"
Although he was abandoned by that small group, he couldn't help but feel that Pang Jian was in the mist and could hopefully find them a correct way back to purgatory.
None of them, he felt, were capable of that.
"What do we think about Bufu? If he stays there anyway, he will leave with Pang Jian." Chen Lushi said coldly.
"Bitch..." Jiang Chao cursed secretly before planning to say something sarcastic.
"Wow!"
A blazing majestic divine body slowly soared into the sky from the flaming ground, shocking everyone in the ice-thunder ground.
Is that god's body so huge and so dazzling that even the cold mist can't cover His awe-inspiring majesty?
"No, that fallen God of Fire!"
"Does He look dead to me?"
Everyone was panicked to the extreme.
"He just said that we should leave that ghost place as soon as possible! We are hesitant to wait until Pang Jian wakes up!" Fourth Elder Bing Jing roared from the top of the mountain.
The god who was ten thousand feet tall, covered with crimson scales, and whose pupils were like lava pools, stood quietly on the ground of flames.
He looked into the distance.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
In the flaming land to the east of Him, all the volcanoes were spewing magma and flames towards Him, and were absorbed by His divine body.
The terrifying aura of Brahma destroying the world and strangling the common people extends outward along with the billowing heat waves.
The puppets entrusted by the alien gods from the outside world floated near his huge divine body like a swarm of ants, and the battleships that believed in the alien gods were like flies that were slightly larger than the ant colony compared with his magnificent and lofty body.
.
"Crack!"
The rock ice east of Pang Jian's body shattered, and he was awakened from his long period of hard training.
He also looked at the flaming ground in surprise, and at the body of the god that had fallen to the ground and was bathing in the magma and fire water.
Thousands of miles away in the void, the breath released from the god's body made his scalp numb and his skin and hair felt like they were burning.
When he fell into his spiritual sea, the pool of flames that had not yet been filled with the power of the earth's flames was boiling naturally.
A small area of fire water outside the Yanchi made a gurgling sound.
Then a few seconds later, the flame pool was filled with thick flame power, like boiling fire water.
"call!"
Summoning the "Heart of Winter", Pang Jian stood on the huge ice crystal heart, breaking through the mist layer of the ice and thunder ground, and also hovering in the void outside.
One person and one god, looking at each other across thousands of miles of void.
Intuitively, feeling the mighty power of that god, Pang Jian didn't need to estimate at all, he knew that even if he controlled the "Heart of Winter" and even if he could refine the cold power through the broken ground in the east, he would not be able to defeat that god.
The combined enemy of the gods.
Whether he admits it or not, he knows clearly that he and his counterpart are on the same level.
"That is not the body of a god!"
Pang Jian's blood surged, and he felt real despair for the first time.
He knew that no matter how hard he tried, no matter what kind of legs he used, facing such a god who should not appear here, he would still die.
"Misty fog!"
"Bee Bug, teleport!"
That was the only way he could think of to survive.
"Feel sorry……"
He sighed in his heart.
Facing the god who was several levels above him, he knew that he could not protect Qi Qingsong, Zhou Qingchen and others. He felt that as the god stared at him for a long time, the two fragments of land in the east would burn.
Except for him who can barely try to teleport and some Coco escape, the rest will die.
Even if he could teleport, even if he moved to a golden bee, he didn't know if the god would notice it and rush to the mist to kill him in the blink of an eye.
"Lord Pang Jian!"
"Pang Jian!"
The ground was shattered by ice and thunder, and Qi Qingsong and the others, as well as the Ice Tribe and others, were all wailing and screaming.
"Is there a resurrected god with a true divine body that belongs to him? He...can't take care of us."
Pang Jian's low and helpless voice sounded from the glaciers that stood on the ground, and from the six icicles on the Ice Tribe's prayer altar.
This sound together undoubtedly sentenced everyone to death.
The Ice Tribe members who regretted not leaving earlier cried loudly. Jiang Chao, Fang Boxuan and others who were hesitant fell limply to the ground. Qi Qingsong, Zhuang Yuyan and others were also frightened.
"How could that happen? Don't the rules of heaven in the fog not allow the true form of gods to exist?"
"They, foreign races, spiritual beasts, all entrants have been restricted in level power!"
"How can the gods exist in the void here!"
Mutters of confusion and despair spread everywhere.
the other side.
"Yan Lie, congratulations on my resurrection from the dead!"
"Yan Lie, will I be the first god to enter purgatory in a complete form?"
“That is of epoch-making significance!”
"Go to Yan Lie, hunt down all the human races in purgatory, and subvert purgatory for that Lord! Release those ethnic groups who believe in them and have a common origin with them from the endless darkness of the earth!"
"Yan Lie, I shoulder a heavy responsibility!"
The foreign gods headed by Yang Luo and You Kui were excitedly fanning the flames next to the majestic divine body.
It's like seeing the land of ice and thunder being burned by magma flames, and seeing pieces of land in Purgatory turning into scorched earth.
Sudden!
A piece of crimson scale armor covering Yan Lie's heart seemed to have been forcibly opened, and it was oriented eastward from Yan Lie's chest.
Genji looked around and saw that the scales seemed to be on a stand in Yan Lie's chest.
The God of Fire's fiery eyes, as blazing as the sea of magma and fire, suddenly showed the sadness of remembering the past. He lowered his head and whispered softly: "I have met you, sir."
"Lord Lord."
"grown ups!"
"you……"
A group of low-ranking and middle-ranked foreign gods noticed the abnormality and stared respectfully.
There were several puppets whose bodies were as small as mosquitoes and flies, but they rashly flew to the shoulders of the Flame God's body and sank in panic.
They sank to the scaly east like a grandstand.
They know it very well, because they are not intermediate gods. Even if their true bodies cannot be here in person, they can walk on an equal footing with the resurrected Yan Lie.
Therefore, they dare to fly to Yan Lie's shoulders and dare to look at the ice and thunder ground from a higher position.
However, His status was much higher than theirs. If they dared to override His presence, they would be a kind of offense and blasphemy against Him.
They know that person's temper and the consequences of disrespect, so they can demote him one after another.
In this way, we can express our humility and respect to the wrong person.