Purgatory

Chapter 270 Sun Temple
In the scorching sun that exists forever, a magnificent golden palace appears, just like the residence of a god.

Just staring at it, Pang Jian felt his pupils sting, and his bones and soul felt like being baked by the scorching sun.

But he was still staring desperately.

He really wants to know whether what he sees at this moment is real or illusory, he wants to make sure.

"Wow! Wow!"

The infinite sun god fire was stirred by the three-legged golden crows, as if they were deriving the Dao Principle of the Sun.

In Pang Jian's field of vision, the huge and mysterious golden seat shone more and more brilliantly!
After a while, Pang Jian had to close his eyes with tears streaming down his face because of the punctured pupils.

And at this moment, he looked inside himself, and found that the pocket sun in Linghai was also shining with similar brilliance.

"Sisi!"

Wisps of blazing sun's light suddenly entered his pupils, as if tempering his pupils, allowing him to adapt to the terrifying power of the sun above his head.

His pair of golden eyes were constantly tempered by the brilliance of the sun, and gradually no longer shed tears.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Pang Jian reached out and touched it, knowing that he was still in the box.

He felt his own condition again, and found that there was nothing abnormal about his body except for the miniature sun in the spiritual sea, which continuously sent the sun's light towards his eyes.

After a long time like this, he opened his eyes again in doubt, and focused on the sun above his head again.

This time, he didn't cry because of the scorching sun, and his pupils gradually got used to it.

"Golden seat..."

He tried to get closer to that magnificent palace.

"boom!"

The huge golden seat suddenly reappeared, filling his field of vision.

The three-legged golden crows were still circling above the golden god seat, and the sun god fire waving on their wings turned into pieces of sea of ​​flames.

Pang Jian tried to change his field of vision, no longer locked on the seat of God with ripples in space, but looked at another position.

He gradually noticed that the magnificent golden palace seemed to be floating above the raging burning sun.

In the outer circle of the sun, blazing flames continued to explode, forming terrifying storms and strange spots.

That magnificent golden palace is anchored on the surface of the burning and exploding sun, allowing the violent flame spots to wash over and over again.

The temple, however, remains unmoved.

Pang Jian stared intently, the golden pupils contained divine consciousness, but his power was quietly being consumed.

But he didn't realize it.

"Above the sun, there is a golden palace. I have never seen it before."

"The Forbidden Land of Praying Spirits, the sun god that those evil cultivators talk about... really resides on the sun?"

"In the Fifth Realm of Purgatory, the Yan Clan and the Yao Clan live, and the sun god they have always believed in, can't they be the owner of the palace?"

"..."

Thoughts flashed through Pang Jian's mind.

He felt that it might be because the world of purgatory was opened that he was able to see the mysterious palace above the sun through the copper box, the bronze medal named "Purgatory Gate" on his body, and strands of golden consciousness.

Gradually, he felt that what he saw was not an illusion, and he began to believe that this was happening in real time!
"boom!"

An incomparably stalwart and majestic figure suddenly appeared on the golden throne.

All the three-legged golden crows hovering in the sky suddenly fell from the sky and lay down on the sacred stones around the throne.

All the Golden Crows bowed to the visitor.

Pang Jian tried to stare at the person coming, but found that he couldn't see his front, he could only see him sitting on the golden throne with his back.

Because he didn't know the exact size of the seat, Pang Jian couldn't determine his height and build, only seeing that his back was covered by a golden armor.

The armor didn't look like an acquired thing, as if it was a part of his body.

At the back of his heart, there is a blazing ball of light protruding out, like a shrunken sun.

No matter how Pang Jian looked at it, he felt that the shrinking sun was a refined sun!

"Purgatory is open again, I'm coming..."

The man spoke to the lying Golden Crow, and together with his divine voice, his divine power burst forth naturally.

Pang Jian stared at Him through Purgatory Heaven and Earth, his golden pupils burst into tears again, and he couldn't see anything below, nor could he hear what He was saying.

"This is a real god!"

Pang Jian closed his eyes and shouted in shock.

At this moment, he is very convinced that the stalwart figure that suddenly appeared on the golden throne after returning from nowhere is a real alien god!

Most likely, it is still the so-called Sun God in the mouths of the evil cultivators!
After a while, Pang Jian felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

The sun is just outside purgatory, and people in the third, second, and first realms can all see the sun when the sky is good.

This shows that the sun is not far from purgatory.

A god who suddenly returned to the sun from nowhere, is it possible to break into the purgatory world with its own body?
If he comes, will the true gods in the first realm of purgatory have the power to fight?
If the true god is defeated, what will happen to the beings in purgatory?
Extinct, or enslaved forever?

Thinking of this, Pang Jian was somewhat pessimistic about the future, with a sense of despair that time was not waiting for me.

No matter how desperately he, the eclipse vine, and the black turtle tried to improve themselves, if a god like the sun god suddenly descended directly in his real body, they would not be able to resist.

If the Sun God can come, wouldn't it be possible for the alien gods who are staring at Xiaoshu to enter?
Pang Jian, who was restless, suffered severe eye and pupil pain, and could no longer stare at the high-altitude sun, so he could only think silently in the box.

After an unknown period of time, the blazing sun disappeared, and stars and a bright full moon emerged.

"Xingyue..."

Pang Jian couldn't bear it anymore.

Looking at the moon, which was much bigger than the stars, he moved his golden consciousness to the pupils of his eyes again, trying to see if he could get closer to the moon.

Not long after, the desolate and cold land with pits and pits on the surface came into his eyes.

"Is this the moon?"

Pang Jian was surprised.

The moon in his mind was beautiful and beautiful, but he didn't expect his sight to reach the surface of the moon, and what he saw was such a desolate and dead scene.

Before he could think about it, a corpse that had been dead for an unknown number of years suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

It was a man from the Celestial Clan who wore exquisite robes and had twelve pairs of pure white wings. His face and body had never decayed, and they were completely preserved.

He was an old Celestial clansman. He was leaning against a small rock pile on the surface of the moon with his eyes closed.

He had no ornaments on his body, no utensils beside him, just wrapped a slightly thin body in a beautifully crafted robe, and he had been dead for an unknown number of years.

"The Celestial Clan with Twelve Pairs of Wings..."

After observing for a while, Pang Jian avoided the skeleton of the man from the Celestial Clan, wanting to see more strange things on the moon.

At this moment, extreme fatigue hit.

He suddenly discovered that the twelve golden consciousnesses that escaped into his pupils were already as thin as hair.

His thinking was a little fuzzy and incoherent, and it became difficult to think about the problem, so he hurriedly pushed the copper box away, took out the soul nourishing pill, and swallowed it.

Swallowing a soul nourishing pill, soul breath slowly escaped into the sea of ​​consciousness.

However, the twelve golden consciousnesses that have been exhausted cannot be strengthened by the soul breath of the soul nourishing pill.

The thin strips of golden consciousness still maintain the previous form, not slowly filled with soul breath like ordinary consciousness.

"Ordinary spiritual consciousness allows me to communicate with the mysterious turtle in the third realm, the little tree in this realm, and the anti-bone boy in the fifth realm."

"But the golden consciousness can let me see the sky."

"It's just that the golden consciousness that contains divinity cannot be restored with the soul nourishing pill."

Pang Jian pondered secretly and realized something.

In order to verify this point, when the twelve golden consciousnesses were extremely weak, he communicated with the giant dark anaconda in the fifth realm.

Perception is established immediately!

Another unbelievably large pillar of heaven-reaching calamity was inserted in the icy wilderness, and there were also countless dead bones and complete corpses of fierce beasts, filling the cold and silent wilderness.

The same Heaven-reaching Tribulation Pillar, the same green brilliance, is also suppressing the common people of other races.

Crossing the endless Black Sea with the giant dark anaconda, Yu Xin, who was invited from the Fifth Continent, was also looking at the Heaven-reaching Tribulation Pillar on the Fourth Continent from afar.

She knew that the leaders of various tribes from the Fourth Continent had already gathered under the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar.

Those foreign leaders from the fourth continent are waiting for her at this moment, waiting to hear her experience.

The leaders wanted to know what method they used in the Fifth Continent to send their clansmen to the Fourth Realm against the terror of the Heaven-reaching Tribulation Pillar.

The giant dark anaconda stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, little black?"

Yu Xin was surprised and flew off Anti-Bone Boy.

Looking at the animal pupils that looked like a deep black pool, she immediately came to her senses and said, "That one..."

She stretched out her fingers to rest on the forehead of the giant dark anaconda.

The perception between her and Pang Jian was established immediately.

"You Celestial Clan, with twelve pairs of wings, what level of strength is it probably at?"

Pang Jian asked immediately.

"Twelve pairs?!"

The Celestial Clan Saintess with six pairs of pure white wings, was surprised by Pang Jian's question.

She considered for a while before saying: "In the real history of our Celestial Clan, there has never been a tribe with twelve pairs of wings. Only in legends that cannot be verified, there are twelve pairs of wings."

"Our Celestial Clan has ten pairs of wings, which already means that the bloodline is tenth level, which is equivalent to the true god of the human race."

"According to ancient legends, when we were still living on the first floor of Purgatory, some clansmen once sensed twelve pairs of wings when Purgatory was opened."

"Because it's just perception, if you can't see it with your own eyes, you can't verify it, so you don't know if it's true or not, so it can only be classified as a legend."

"However, our Celestial Clan's wings do continue to increase with the breakthrough of blood. If the twelve pairs of wings really exist in the world, they must surpass the so-called true gods of your human race."

"It should, and can also be classified as a god."

Yu Xin told everything she knew.

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(End of this chapter)