Purgatory

Chapter 895 Living Creatures
"Lingjun's subordinate?"

Pang Jian thought about it and felt that Can Ye, who controlled Can Shen Mountain, had most likely been in contact with Lingjun.

As a trend-setter of the previous era, Lingjun firmly controlled the spirit tribes inside and outside the Sea of ​​Mist. Even Fuya was taught by him back then.

When Lingjun restarts the road to resurrection and attacks the realm of dominance again, those gods who recognize him will most likely follow him.

After Lingjun escaped from the Ruins Territory, he most likely saw Can Ye.

Pang Jian multitasked, communicating secretly with his sister while looking at Can Ye.

After a moment, his eyes skipped the remaining night and landed on the faces of the gods on the top of the mountain. He said, "Not long ago, did any gods come and leave using the teleportation array in the heart of the mountain?"

"The teleportation array of Canshen Mountain can lead to the outer galaxy, and gods often leave through it. Who do you want to find?" Can Ye asked impatiently.

"I'm not asking you." Pang Jian said expressionlessly.

Dozens of gods with different levels of divinity saw that he and Can Ye were afraid that a conflict would break out. Some of the gods who did not want to cause trouble had quietly left the mountain top.

When their eyes met, the ghost god was shocked, and he immediately felt the influence of external consciousness.

From the cracks in the mountain, two scarlet blood bats suddenly flew out, shooting into the body of the Wood Clan god like lightning, greedily eating away at his flesh and bones.

"What's going on between you has nothing to do with us, don't attack us!"

There are golden divine consciousness intertwined in vertical and horizontal directions, turned into symbols of abstracted memories, pulling out all the recent memories in his godhead and deep in his soul one by one.

"Pang Jian!"

They only saw a flash of golden light in Pang Jian's eyes, and the ghost god they were familiar with seemed to have become Pang Jian's puppet.

A golden river of light descended into his brain out of thin air, making his godhead sting.

"Yes! There is a spirit clan god who came to Can Ye not long ago and then left through the teleportation array!"

A low-ranking god of the Wood Clan was afraid that Pang Jian would attack everyone, so he sold Can Ye before Pang Jian could peel off that person's memory.

The other gods turned pale in horror.

With his feet in a puddle of water, Can Ye turned his head and looked at Him coldly, saying, "You are a stray dog ​​that I took in, but you dared to reveal my secrets. You must die first."

Pang Jian frowned and suddenly locked onto a middle god of the ghost clan.

Pang Jian's indifferent voice echoed in the river of light.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

"Search for souls."

His memories of the past few decades were sorted out in that river of light at an extremely fast speed.

"Lord Can Ye, please give me a way to survive! I don't want to get involved in your conflicts. My soul is too weak and cannot withstand Pang Jian's mental infection!"

In just a few seconds, the flesh and bones of this Wood Clan god were eaten, and his body turned into human skin.

This ghost god was dizzy, his brain felt like it was being cut by a sharp blade, and he felt a sense of fear that he was about to die.

When the Wood Clan gods spoke, they had already left the Can Shen Mountain and were not willing to stay for a moment.

The Wood Clan god whose head was still there screamed in agony.

"No one can leave." Can Ye looked indifferent.

Birds, mosquitoes, flies, blood snakes and other foreign objects sprang out from the broken mountains in large numbers, releasing bloodthirsty light and chasing the fleeing gods in the sea of ​​fog.

"Crack!"

The mountain body of Canshen Mountain was torn apart more and more seriously.

At this time, Pang Jian said calmly: "Found it."

In the memory of the ghost gods, there was a picture of a spirit man looking for him, and Can Ye's appearance when he was serving him carefully.

Although his appearance had changed and his bloodline had changed, Can Ye's caution, his sudden surprise, and Pang Lin's words made him immediately sure that the other party was Lingjun.

"Can Ye, where did Lingjun go?" Pang Jian asked. "Lingjun?"

"The lost ancient god of life, Jun? Is it him? That spirit clan god is actually him?"

"Lord Can Ye, it seems that he has been looking for the blood essence he left in the world these years, and wants to resurrect him using secret methods! Did Can Ye really do it?"

Many gods screamed strangely.

"If it's Lingjun, then..."

A god from the ancient demon clan saw Can Ye start to hunt the fleeing gods through the bloodthirsty foreign objects, and shouted: "Perhaps there really is a creation hospital for gods and demons in the heart of the mountain! The God of Life like a spirit beast , is capable of building the Gods and Demons Creation Institute!”

"With the blood of Lingjun and the existence of the Creation Institute of Gods and Demons, Can Ye can resurrect that master!"

"He might actually succeed!"

The ancient demon clan spirit who spoke was a giant green snake. While he was shouting, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the mosquitoes and flies.

The profound meaning of blood in his body, his innate talent, was imprisoned by the power of the Can Shen Mountain as soon as it was activated, and then was rushed into the body by mosquitoes and flies.

"Can Ye is crazy! After Lingjun appeared in the world, he had a strong backer, Him, Him!"

Every fleeing god began to curse Can Ye.

Previously, they were still targeting Pang Jian because of Can Ye's instigation, but now because of Can Ye's killing spree, they have unified the spearhead.

It is a pity that most of these gods who have wandered to Canshen Mountain are not of a high level or do not have powerful divine weapons in their hands, so they are no match for Can Ye.

Most of them still have stubborn illnesses, and their divine and combat abilities are not at their peak.

When Can Ye launched an attack, they could only flee in defeat, unable to even deal with the bloodthirsty foreign objects released by Can Ye.

"Pang Jian! Save us!"

"You are the new overlord in the sea of ​​fog. You should be the new leader in the sea of ​​fog, not Lingjun!"

"It's even more impossible to be Can Ye!"

When several gods were escaping, they suddenly noticed the huge head of the God King, and they rushed over as if they saw a life-saving straw.

"If the Institute of Creation of Gods and Demons really exists, He Can Ye will strip off our flesh and blood to support the souls He serves!"

"If Lingjun wants to return to the ranks of masters, he needs a lot of divine flesh and blood. He, the God of Life, will definitely need it!"

"No wonder Can Ye has been recruiting gods from all over the world recently. In my opinion, he is preparing to hoard flesh and blood resources for Lingjun!"

The gods who were being hunted suddenly woke up, and the fear in their hearts became even stronger.

"Pong!"

The body of a low-ranking god from the Celestial Clan suddenly exploded.

His broken limbs, pieces of flesh, and the blood of his soul naturally flew into the cracks in the residual mountain, and then disappeared into the Gods and Demons Creation Institute inside.

"Crack! Crack!"

The cracks in Canshen Mountain made a horrifying sound.

It was like an extremely terrifying monster, opening countless long and narrow mouths and devouring the remaining limbs of the gods.

"This mountain is actually a living creature..."

Pang Jian was surprised.

He didn't rush to intervene, he kept observing Can Ye and secretly communicating with his sister.

Suddenly, he felt a strong evil vitality suddenly emerge from the Can Shen Mountain in front of him!
"The Institute of Creation of Gods and Demons can create various forms of foreign objects. If wisdom and spirituality are eliminated, and the potential for continuous transformation is eliminated, it can create pure alien gods who only know how to kill."

Pang Lin's voice came up again.

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(End of this chapter)