Purgatory

Chapter 313 Abandoned

They all stood up.

In the faint cold fog, seven elders from the Ice Race rubbed their hands and surrounded Pang Jian.

Some of them were holding staffs, some were wearing ice crystal crowns, and some were wearing pure white robes that exuded a sacred majesty.

These old men and women of the Ice Race seemed more and more excited, as if they didn't know what to say.

The oldest one, holding an ice scepter, held it back for a long time before saying in a slightly trembling voice: "Dear guest, have you...have you ever really felt an ice demon?"

As soon as these words came out, the other six clan elders all looked forward to it.

On the square, at the windows, on the stands.

All the members of the Ice Tribe were quietly waiting for Pang Jian's answer as if they were holding their breath.

The entire ice castle seemed to have been cast with a "speaking silence technique".

Pang Jian was stunned for a moment, carefully choosing his words, and asked with a frown: "You are in the frozen land, on this complete altar where you can communicate with the ice demon, have you not communicated with the ice demon?"

Hearing this, the elders of the seven major clans all looked bitter.

Some people sighed and sat down feebly, as if they had been brought up to a sad event again.

"We were abandoned."

The clan elder who asked the question, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he said sadly: "As long as I can remember, I know that we have been abandoned."

"Although we have the heart of winter left by the Ice Demon and a complete prayer altar, we seem to have all the conditions to communicate with him."

"However, we just can't feel Him, and can't listen to His teachings."

Looking up at the vast sky, as if reminiscing about the past, he murmured: "As far as I know, our ancestors could communicate with him when the frozen land was not trapped in the mist."

"The mist separates us from Him, and we are all abandoned."

All the Ice Clan members looked at the sky in despair and sighed deeply.

"Who brought the frozen land into the mist?"

Pang Jian wondered.

"It seems that it is Himself..."

The old man of the Ice Race lowered his head, as if he felt disrespectful to the Ice Demon when he said this: "Maybe he forgot, and forgot to move the frozen land out of the mist."

At this point, he suddenly became excited and said, "Guest, where did you come from? In your world, can you still communicate with Him?"

"You, can you tell him for us that we are still waiting for his favor again in the frozen land?"

"Why do you have to communicate with him?" Pang Jian hesitated for a moment, then wondered: "Can't you leave, can't you cross the mist and return to your original world?"

The void restriction can restrict outsiders, so that outsiders can only enter but not exit.

Could it be that it has the same effect on the local Ice Race?
Pang Jian was puzzled.

"Yes, we can't get out, and we will never get out! Everything is sealed here, including our Ice Race."

The old Ice Race lamented hoarsely, crying loudly like a collapse: "We were born here, and we will die here, and we will never be able to get out! Even the limit of our bloodlines is limited to level six, and we will never be able to get out!" Breakthrough again."

"This is an incomplete and incomplete world. We have always known it."

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to go to the outside world to gain knowledge? And who doesn't want to go beyond the shackles of the bloodline and get rid of the limit of level six?"

The rest of the clan elders also started to chime in.

"Distant guest, you should know that in the world outside the mist, many ethnic groups can raise their bloodlines to level nine, or even level ten?"

"The outsiders who invade our frozen land have a blood limit of level six, but they are restricted by the mist! They must be at level five to enter, and they still have the potential to continue to break through."

"And we don't."

"It is also because of their arrival that we know that there is a wider world outside."

"We want to go out!"

"..."

Several clan elders looked at the sky eagerly.

That look is like a foreign race living in the fifth realm of eternal darkness in purgatory, longing to ascend to the sky and reach the upper realm.

Pang Jian was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that such a powerful Ice Race would be limited to this world, and their bloodline would never exceed level six, let alone escape.

After pondering for a moment, he decided to tell the truth and test it out.

"My world is called Purgatory. There used to be Cyclops in our place, who communicated with the Ice Demon through the complete altar."

"And I, on a broken altar, seem to have been stared at by an ice demon. The chill that reaches the soul should be his gaze, but I'm not sure."

While speaking, Pang Jian tried to close his eyes.

Sure enough, as the Ice Race said, he didn't have the terrible feeling of falling into another world when he sat on the shattered altar in the Land of Prayers.

There is an enchantment restriction in the frozen land, you can only enter but not exit, and you cannot communicate with the ice demon.

"Can't go out..."

When he thought of this, Pang Jian's face suddenly changed.

The Ice Tribe can't come out, what about him?

Before he even had time to ponder the wonder of "Heart of Winter", Pang Jian stood up abruptly and said anxiously, "I'll give it a try and see if I can get out!"

Inspired by Xuan Guijia's talent, he went straight to the sky.

"Purgatory, Cyclops..."

The Ice Clan elders who were shocked by his words were still thinking about the information revealed in his words, watching him suddenly fly straight to the sky, all the Ice Clan elders did not stop him.

They all firmly believed that Pang Jian would not be able to leave the frozen land, and would come down again soon.

then……

Pang Jian, who clearly sensed the existence of the barrier, felt a slight heat on the "Gate of Purgatory" bronze medal in his chest, which allowed him to easily pass the barrier and escape from the frozen land.

Under the horrified eyes of the elders of the Ice Tribe, he disappeared from this place.

"He, he's out!"

"For thousands of years, he is the first person who can go out!"

"Is he the apostle sent by the Ice Demon to help us escape the sea of ​​suffering?"

All the Ice tribe people who looked up at the sky and saw Pang Jian disappear from the frozen land began to pray devoutly again.

Many people have tears in their eyes.

high altitude.

When Pang Jian looked down, he still saw glaciers and snow peaks. He didn't see the ice castle on the top of the holy mountain, and he couldn't even see the Ice Race people.

People are in the outer world, and there is obviously a huge difference between the scenes he sees and what he sees inside.

At this time, the queen bee suddenly said: "As soon as you leave the frozen land, you can teleport with bees."

After a pause, the queen bee said again: "Now, do you still plan to go back?"

Pang Jian, who already knew the general situation of the Frozen Land and knew that the "Heart of Winter" gathered a strong sense of divinity, asked hesitantly: "Can we steal the contents of the ice without the Ice Race being aware of it?" Divine consciousness?"

"It's hard."

Bee Chong answered first, thought for a while and then said: "Without your consciousness and bee soul entering it, I don't know what it looks like inside."

"I feel that there are dangers hidden in it that we don't understand, and we need to be careful."

While speaking, six new bee insects burst out of their pupae.

The six bee chrysalis bred from those silver consciousnesses that devoured Li Yuanchen did not grow out until this moment after such a long period of sleeping and accumulating.

There are also sixteen bee pupae, still in a state of long sleep, and there is still some time before the pupae break.

"How about trying to release the little guys and go inside to see the situation?"

Queen Bee for advice.

"Okay, put one first."

Pang Jian nodded.

"call out!"

A golden bee bug quietly landed.

Pang Jian and the queen bee sensed it together, but he didn't have the vision of the golden bee, and couldn't see the situation of the frozen land.

He is inside and can sense bees and insects.

He was outside, and the bees and insects were inside, and the induction was actually broken.

After dozens of seconds.

The queen bee said coldly, "I feel like it's dead."

"Killed by the Ice Race?"

"should be."

The queen bee's tone was cold, because of the death of a bee, it immediately hated the ice tribe.

"It's okay, I can conceive more, as long as I have enough divine consciousness."

It regards the "Heart of Winter" as a goal that must be obtained, and no longer intends to care about the Ice Race, and is already thinking about how to do it in order to achieve its goal.

Pang Jian frowned, thought for a while and said, "Let's not go in now, let's go and see the thunderous place."

"it is good."

"That dead bee, don't be too sad."

"Well, I'll breed more bees. Death, new birth, I'll get used to it."

After some communication, Pang Jian simply teleported, and suddenly appeared in a bee closest to the Thunderbolt.

Before he was about to step in, he suddenly changed his technique, refining the power in his thunder vortex, and blending it into the green spirit power shield.

This came in a flash.

"Boom!"

Rows of thick lightning hung in the sky like a waterfall, and the earth was scorched black.

When Pang Jian gathered his eyes, he found that many warships with strange shapes were bombarding each other with crystal cannon fire in mid-air, and a white crane screamed and wandered among the thunder.

There is also a huge dark yellow flag full of holes floating high in the sky, and the clairvoyant is also examining this world.

Above the scorched earth.

Numerous stone statues, wood carvings, and foreign bodies made of gold and iron, like the attachments of the gods of the foreign domain, wandered between the heavens and the earth.

These things, constructed in the form of alien gods, are still fighting each other.

There are also alien races with silver wings on their backs, and with a wave of their hands, the thunder that hangs like a waterfall is used to attack the puppets of the alien gods, as well as the alien races on the battleship.

In the center of the land, there is a broken city, a scene of ruined walls.

In the rocks of the casting city, there are many colorful lightning twists and turns, as if deriving many mysteries of the Thunder Avenue.

Those alien races with silver wings on their backs were in the middle and edge of the broken city, attacking puppets of foreign gods, as if they were guarding their own homeland.

"Luo Yuan!"

Bai He screamed and said, "How dare you come here? Hurry up and get out!"

The dark yellow flag floating high in the sky, because the white crane looked at it with a glance, the evil eyes that came out of the hole instantly locked Pang Jian.

"The leader of the Hell Soul Bee!"

As soon as the clairvoyant opened his mouth, countless chaotic ravings sounded at the same time.

Hundreds of green ants crawled out of His hole-like pupils, glanced at Pang Jian, and shrank back in fear.

"The queen bee has appeared, and the initial advancement has been completed."

The seer was horrified.

……

(End of this chapter)