Chapter 385 The Creation Institute of Gods and Demons
Inside the dragon's chest.
Ling Yimo, who has pale skin, is as light as nothing, and has a boneless body, with his exquisite figure wrapped in a white skirt.
The skirt is dotted with cyan and purple strange talismans and seals.
As she flew through the air, the corners of her skirt fluttered slightly, and the green and purple talismans moved with her, as if ghosts were living on the edge of her skirt.
now.
"Under the Dragon's breastbone, there are some ancient texts buried, but they are covered with frost."
She pointed to the thick rock ice and said to Pang Jian: "I hope you can extract the extreme cold power from the rock ice so that the words can emerge intact."
She explained seriously: "I can break the frost crystals, but I'm afraid of accidentally breaking the words that have been buried for countless years."
Pang Jian nodded lightly.
"Well, my soul has been different from ordinary people since I was a child."
However, when Pang Jian tried to sense her sea of consciousness soul, he suddenly felt pressure!
The golden soul that Pang Jian was so proud of was unable to understand the mystery of her soul when faced with this young girl from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, and she felt vaguely suppressed.
Pang Jian, who was secretly shocked, summoned the "Heart of Winter" from his Dantian, and used the secret technique left behind by the Ice Demon that he understood to gather the power within the cave-like ice wall.
Wu Yuan remained silent.
"And we humans..."
In the eyes of the ghost mother, Ling Yimo is her way to understand the outer world and the key to her understanding of the secrets of the gods.
"you……"
A group of people from the most powerful sects, who were at the forefront of the Soul Traveling Realm and the Concentrating Soul Realm, focused their attention on Ling Yimo.
Not long after, the dragon's bones, which were more than ten thousand feet long, no longer emitted a pale white luster and became rusty.
The sternum of this giant frost dragon suddenly shattered without the solid support of ice, and spread to the entire dragon skeleton, causing the dragon's body to shatter.
"There are many extraordinary things. If you can't understand it, don't think about it." Hu Yuanfei's voice came up again: "For example, the boundary wall and the strange mist. We and the alien races that used to dominate this world have not figured it out yet.
Understand, what is going on?"
Pang Jian nodded lightly.
In his eyes, the new generation of Wu Yuan is a talent that can be made.
Wisps of extreme cold force gradually entered the "Heart of Winter", and the thick ice cubes quietly dissolved.
Wu Yuan said coldly: "I'm not interested in the position you want."
"call!"
"Do you want to report this matter to the superiors?" Fan Chen asked.
Ling Yimo explained softly and pointed to the thick ice, indicating that Pang Jian could take action.
Hu Yuanfei's message was also passed on: "This girl's soul has been different from ordinary people since she was a child. She can use her soul to gain insight into the traces left by foreign gods in purgatory."
He suddenly had a feeling that in the deepest part of this continent, there was a creation house of gods and demons, from which the third generation of dragons had emerged.
Fan Chen paused for a moment, looked at the crowd, and said with a stern expression: "The alien race should not be the native ethnic group of Purgatory! They seem to have been suddenly thrown into the world of Purgatory at a certain moment."
Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Let's wait for her to come out."
"The history of this continent may be older than the civilization of our human race." Fan Chen from Taiyi Divine Kingdom suddenly said.
Even though Ling Yimo of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect is at the Concentration Realm, no one dares to neglect him.
"Zhou Yi, there are aliens nearby." Hong Qiming's face darkened and he said, "Didn't you say that all the aliens around you have been dealt with?"
He was suspended above the rusty bones and shouted: "Will there be tenth-level dragons in the third generation? Is there a fourth generation? A fifth generation?"
"Tick tock!"
Although he had gone in and out of the mist, Zhou Qingchen was still extremely afraid of the mist. He didn't expect Ling Yimo to be so decisive and deep.
Ling Yimo said softly: "I saw these words. The fonts are not the words of our purgatory world. The existing tribes, including the Celestial Clan, Demon Scale Clan, and Ghost Clan, do not have such words."
The low ones are actually like ordinary practitioners in the marrow-cleansing realm.
However, he did not know the specific meaning of those words.
"Little sister Ling, what news did you get?" Shen Yanxi asked hurriedly.
With a thought, he suddenly realized that the blood and qi in Ling Yimo's body were extremely low.
…
"Spiritual beasts, ferocious beasts, and all kinds of behemoths seem to be the previous owners of Purgatory."
Fan Chen frowned deeply and said: "There is no trace to be found."
Hu Yuanfei coughed, first took out the sword command from her waist, and then touched Pang Jian's sword command in her palm.
He was vaguely aware that after coming out of the trial in the Forbidden Land, Wu Yuan developed some subtle trust in the small group composed of Pang Jian, Zhou Qingchen, Dong Tianze, Qi Qingsong and others.
Hong Qiming felt bad, so he beat him to make him remember his identity.
"I know, that's why I think about you in everything." Hong Qiming hummed, and then said: "I will fight for you and keep all the benefits for you. But I also hope that you can stand by me in the future.
around."
Pang Jian finally looked at Hu Yuanfei.
"Wu Yuan, you have to remember that you are from the Demon Sect, not Jianlou." Hong Qiming looked at him deeply and said seriously: "We and Jianlou have been striving to return to the first realm in recent years. Jianlou."
The owner of the building, and the leader of our Demon Sect, will always only think about their own sect."
"Crack!"
Pang Jian grasped the sword order with understanding and immediately saw Hu Yuanfei's name inside a sword light symbol.
Not to mention that the girl's realm is weaker than him, even if she is in the same realm as the soul wandering realm, no one can put pressure on his soul.
The origin of the girl is also shrouded in mystery, and only their elders know a little bit about it.
"We have all heard that the alien races in the outer world call our purgatory world the trial ground of gods and demons. And I, after tracing the history of alien races and spiritual beasts over the years, and visiting the broken and forbidden lands of all major worlds, I actually came to the conclusion
Some conclusions.”
The ice water slid down drop by drop.
"Things from foreign lands are relatively sensitive, and Pang Jian doesn't want people to know about them," Wu Yuan explained.
It's very strange that none of these powerful people from different worlds find it strange.
Time, like millions of years passing by, has infected and corroded the giant dragon's bones.
Privately, he regarded Wu Yuan as his right-hand man and hoped that Wu Yuan would be able to support him in seizing the throne of the sect leader in the future.
She looked at everyone calmly.
The couple from the Gufa Sect, who were chatting about love in the absence of anyone else, also looked at them curiously.
Ling Yimo, who was still from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, was obviously only at the Concentration Realm, but he was floating towards the other end of the land like a ghost.
Hu Yuanfei, who was carefree and dared to say anything, could only use the sword command to convey her voice when it came to Ling Yimo.
"But I just know him."
"Even the Ghost Mother of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect suspects...that her soul belongs to Heaven."
He is fourth on the Soul Traveling Realm list. He is one step older than Wu Yuan, and he claims to be the future pillar of the Demon Sect.
The Jiuli Sect and the Gui Ji Sect were on the same continent, so he naturally knew how strange Ling Yimo was, and also knew that the Ghost Mother had devoted everything she had to this girl.
This shows that the talented girl from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect in front of her did not care about tempering her body after successfully cleansing her marrow.
Being looked at by this woman from the Ghost Festival Sect, he had a strange feeling of having his thoughts read through.
Shen Yanxi said in shock: "The Institute of Creation of Gods and Demons?"
"You guys stay here for now while I go explore the depths."
"You didn't tell me that he has another divine object on his body, and it's also a supernatural god from the outside world." Hong Qiming frowned.
Seeing her looking at him, Pang Jianzhi said: "Your soul is a bit powerful."
When he arrived next to Hu Yuanfei, Pang Jian was horrified and couldn't help but look at her and then at the others.
Behind, in the depths of the gray mist, more territory of the continent is covered.
Dressed in white, he was floating on the withered bones of the dragon's head, with surprise written all over his handsome face.
"oh."
Human body, alien soul?
If this is really the case, then who exactly is Ling Yimo?
The more Pang Jian listened, the more shocked he became.
"They should be new ones." Zhou Yi didn't show any panic at all. He thought for a moment and said: "This is in the most fringe area, and aliens and ferocious beasts will not deliberately come here. I believe that no powerful alien has noticed this place yet.
"
In just a moment, she disappeared from everyone's sight!
She was like a ghost that could teleport, from where the dragon's bones were, to the depths of the land filled with mist in the blink of an eye!
The Lu Yanshu of the Pure Land also stepped out of the broken bones of the dragon.
"Its skeletal dragon body has been corroded for countless years in the mist. Because the dragon's heart retains the power of ice, the dragon bone has always been as smooth as jade, and now..." Hong Qiming from the Demon Sect said indifferently:
"The corrosion of the bones is still coming."
Born in the fourth realm, he has always been in awe of the mist. The knowledge he received is that the mist and the boundary wall are mysterious and terrifying, and they are forbidden areas for all living creatures.
Pang Jian flew out with Ling Yimo from the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, and those words had been deeply imprinted in his mind.
Recently, Wu Yuan talked about Pang Jian and Dong Tianze more times than anyone else in the Demon Sect.
Wu Yuan responded lukewarmly: "Yeah."
Moreover, not only is she physically weak, but the spiritual power wandering around her body... doesn't feel refined and pure enough.
On the chest wall of the dragon, strange words covered by ice rocks are also appearing one by one.
"The Creation Institute of Gods and Demons, the third generation product of dragons, the frost dragon, level ten."
"The third generation of Dragon? Level 10?" Cai Shaoheng from Black Valley's face changed.
Physique, spiritual sea, and soul are the fundamentals to measure a strong person. Not only are her first two points not outstanding, they are also so weak that Pang Jian feels strange.
"No need." Zhou Yi shook his head and said calmly: "I will handle it."
"Level ten!"
They knew that this young girl had a bright future and might be able to surpass the real God and Ghost Mother in the future.
"The Creation Institute of Gods and Demons, the Training Ground of Gods and Demons..." Zhou Yi took a deep breath and looked back with a solemn expression.
Zhou Qingchen couldn't help but screamed: "She, she has entered the mist!"
He disappeared quietly.
However, after a long, long time, he did not reappear here.
Similarly, Ling Yimo, the Ghost Sacrifice Sect who had gone deep into the mist, seemed lost and did not step out.