The strange mist surged, and the mist was pulled by his mighty power and returned to the boundary wall behind him.
The tenth-level earth spirit has the ability to shake the heaven and the earth. His remaining power in this space is still pushing the demon spirit continent little by little.
He will realize his ideal, and the Demon Spirit Continent will soon be completely free from the mist and become a complete landmass in the fourth realm.
According to his vision, the Demon Spirit Continent will become another holy land that can accommodate new demon races such as spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts.
He is willing to sacrifice his own life to find a place for future generations of monsters to settle down. He longs for more tenth-level beings like him, Yuan Snake, and Heavenly Phoenix to emerge.
He tirelessly pursues the road to prosperity for the demon clan, and also seeks a way out for all new demon clans.
His ambitions, his desires, and his mental journey are endlessly surging at the end of the sea of thoughts.
Complex emotions that Liu Youyu and others could not sense were floating in the space in front of Pang Jian's forehead.
Pang Jian stayed quietly.
"Zhou Qingchen!"
"You world gods owe us the demon clan."
"We gambled everything on this and tried our best, but we failed to get the world that should belong to us."
"The black tortoise shell is broken, but I still have the aura of the tortoise shell on my body. The bronze medal is also a symbol of identity."
"call!"
Because the Black Turtle is dead, it is the power left behind that continues to promote what he wanted to achieve during his lifetime.
The two of them didn't know that after Dong Tianze fell, the Yudong Tianling Tower roared in the mist-shrouded continent, and so far it hadn't encountered a single living being.
"..."
He wanted to do something for Xuangui, and wanted to see if he could get this demon clan ancestor who had devoted everything to the demon clan out of the boundary wall of the mist.
Ling Yimo drank softly.
He had been wandering around blindly for ten days and a half, thinking that he would die of old age in the fog again this time, so he was naturally very happy to see Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan.
Rays of strange light were injected into the illusory Gods and Demons Creation Institute, seeming to materialize an illusory city, and the demonic souls within seemed to have regained their former might.
"call out!"
"call!"
After a while, Fanchen, Feiyuzhou and Kunpengjian returned from the depths of the mist together.
"Lu Yanshu."
On the forehead of the fallen black turtle, a beam of blood suddenly shot out and surrounded Pang Jian's body.
"Lehun!"
He was deeply disappointed with humanity, the world, and even himself.
"Tianfeng is the strongest level ten spirit beast! After his death, the phoenix bone appeared so coincidentally above the Demon Spirit Continent shrouded in mist?"
The majestic, solemn, and sacred feeling that cannot be blasphemed was released from his body, mind, and soul.
Lu Yanshu, who came from the Pure Land, has his soul in his own sea of consciousness, shrinking into an ice crystal ball.
Dong Tianze, who finally met a living person, found the familiar Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan there, with a strange smile on his face.
"Help me!"
Countless ferocious beasts, spiritual beasts, and the so-called demon souls in Fan Chen's mouth began to appear one by one.
He did not dare to neglect, and immediately entered the state of body tempering practice, silently operating the "Great Creation Holy Body".
Pang Jian was shocked.
But her soul still lost control and flew towards the Gods and Demons Creation Institute, and flew in front of Ling Yimo.
In the majestic and majestic illusory blue city, the figure of the girl from the Ghost Festival reappeared. Her eyes looked around everyone, with doubts in her eyes.
She suddenly sighed quietly in the Gods and Demons Creation Institute.
The old man's face was wrinkled, his breath was decaying, and he looked like he was dying of old age, as if he would die of old age at any time.
He suddenly felt that the bronze medal in his hand became extremely heavy.
Land edge.
His eyes, as deep as the sea, were full of unwillingness.
Ling Yimo muttered vaguely.
"Countless years have passed, and the image of Xuan Turtle complaining and being disappointed has been sealed in the bronze medal for every generation of world gods to see."
There are even high-level demon clans, and their demon souls are all in human form. They chat and laugh with each other, as if they are recounting the glory of the demon clan.
The Institute of Creation of Gods and Demons was originally an illusory thing like bubbles in the water, but now it gradually gained a sense of reality.
Pang Jian felt something in his heart.
A haggard old man covered in black and yellow tortoise shells looked at him calmly with a pair of green eyes, as if across infinite time and space.
His skin and flesh are all dazzling golden, and even without the protection of the shield, he is still not infected by the strange mist.
Jade body realm, phantom bone realm, essence and blood realm, golden body realm, creation realm, and rebirth realm.
"The invitation initiated by Hong Qiming, organized by Zhou Yi of Jiuli Sect, deceived many people into coming in." Zhou Qingchen briefly explained a few words and said: "What about you."
A sad and disappointed voice quietly sounded from the "Gate of Purgatory".
"You promised me."
Both are at the Concentration Realm, and Dong Tianze is one of the few guys on the merit list who comes from the world below and can continue to rise in the rankings.
A brilliant golden light emanated from his whole body, like a golden statue suspended in the air, accepting the worship of thousands of creatures.
The Demon Spirit Continent was shaken, cracks were torn open, and strange light erupted from the ground.
Her soul is also wearing a white skirt, and there are many cyan and purple talismans on the corners of the skirt. At this moment, the talismans are flying and floating, forming a series of strange arrays.
Pang Jian felt and understood seriously, and his soul was gradually touched.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
In front of everyone, she actually swallowed Shen Yanxi's soul whole and chewed it with a face of satisfaction as if she was eating delicious food. Everyone who watched it was horrified.
Everyone had a heated discussion with great imagination.
Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan looked at each other and snorted at the same time.
However, he ultimately did nothing.
There are dragon souls, giant beast souls, and divine bird souls, flashing from the windows of the Gods and Demons Creation Institute, flying and roaring in the city.
The blood filled with vitality immediately gave him a brand new tempering and forging.
Since things have gone according to Xuan Gui's vision during his lifetime, if he acted recklessly and accidentally destroyed Xuan Gui's plan, wouldn't it mean that Xuan Gui would die in peace?
suddenly.
Dong Tianze became very relaxed. He was not anxious at all, and said: "This continent is very friendly to me. I broke through the realm here and was promoted to the soul wandering realm."
After Lu Yanshu was relieved of his vigilance, he was also secretly surprised and asked: "Were you also tricked by Zhou Yi?"
"I will do my best to fulfill the promises made by the previous generations of world gods and give the demon clan the treatment they deserve!"
The sorrow and pain of the black turtle, the helplessness when being betrayed, the passion when regaining strength, and the perseverance and obsession...
Later, he no longer stayed where he was, but crossed the black turtle's broad back and reached the boundary wall.
As if he had traveled across eras, he felt the ancient black turtle's arduous journey of seeking the right to survive for the demon clan.
Putting aside the discussion of magma, fire and water, at this moment, his soul exists in the mist, and he feels more comfortable than in the Gangfeng, without the unspeakable pain.
"The Creation Institute of Gods and Demons!"
After a while.
——In order to let Pang Jian see it.
But at this time, before anyone could ask about Pang Jian's whereabouts, before Hu Yuanfei could figure out Dong Tianze's background, the Institute of Creation of Gods and Demons that was supposed to be in the center of the Demon Spirit Continent actually reappeared in everyone's sight.
At present, the continent is slowly moving away from the boundary wall, and the strange fog shrouding the continent is also returning.
A Tianling Tower flew by, and just as Lu Yanshu and others were preparing to fight, Zhou Qingchen, Wu Yuan and Dong Tianze, who appeared, all screamed in surprise at the same time.
"The sea of meteorites in the third realm fell into the Demon Spirit Continent? Above us is the place where Tianfeng in the third realm once disintegrated?"
"Dong Tianze!"
"Zhou Yi? No. By the way, why are you two in this damn place?"
This is a deliberate preservation of the previous world gods, so that the world gods of this generation know the responsibilities they should shoulder and the debts owed by their world gods!
His soul floated away from his body, floating in the mist, and transformed into a huge golden spiritual pot using the "Hu Tian Qi Nourishing Technique", which withstood the impact and temper of the mist.
"It was you, generations of world gods, who first convinced me and made promises to me, and then I roped in all the great demons to join the battle. But in the end, you failed to fulfill your promises."
And he's still lost.
Because of her cry, the magic ball exploded in her own sea of consciousness.
"Wow!"
In the later stage of the soul wandering realm, the soul should be fearless of the earthly flame magma and be able to stay in the mist for a while.
He naturally felt that Dong Tianze was also one of the unlucky ones.
"Howl!"
Pang Jian held the bronze medal and swore in a low voice.
"Does he have any connection with this continent and the black turtle?"
Knowing the mystery of this illusory city and the strangeness of Ling Yimo inside, everyone suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
This scene, which is sealed on the back of the bronze medal and has been hidden for countless years, seems to be waiting for this moment, just to appear in Xuan Turtle's true body.
"roar!"
"Wu Yuan!"
Shen Yanxi screamed and struggled desperately, using her two hands to pull.
It seemed that he was wondering where Pang Jian had gone.
The countless tempers of his body also inspired his golden soul.
"It was the World God who successfully persuaded the demon race to join the war! However, the true gods of the human race did not fulfill their promise after the war. Therefore, the World Gods of the previous generation could not give an explanation to the big monster like a black tortoise."
Ling Yimo's pursed mouth quietly opened, and then became bigger and bigger.
Pang Jian murmured.
He was so blessed that he knew that this was a gift from the Level 10 Black Turtle.
The image of the old man slowly faded away.
"Dong Tianze of the Third Realm, Yinling Temple, a guy who returned from the Forbidden Land of Jue Tian."
…
The two sides quickly exchanged messages and intelligence.
Pang Jian's mind was shaken, and he felt drowned by the majestic sea of qi and blood.
Shen Yanxi, who was in the desolate realm, was the first to fly out of her soul, and her soul body fell towards the suspended Gods and Demons Creation Institute.
"I fell with the meteorite..."
On the back of the bronze medal, the words "Gate to Purgatory" disappeared and became as smooth as a mirror.
This smile made Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan feel awkward.
"My soul is naturally adapted to the mist, like a fish in water."
From the moment his father hung the bronze medal around his neck, a heavy burden was also entrusted to him.
"Pang Jian is actually here."
"But every generation of world gods still remembers it."
Without the protection of the magic ball, Lu Yanshu's spirit fell into Ling Yimo's mouth at a faster speed after Shen Yanxi.