The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 343 - 323 The Oppressive Force of Level Seven_1

Chapter 343: Chapter 323 The Oppressive Force of Level Seven_1

The golden bee insect, shimmering brightly, fluttered its transparent wings and suddenly turned, racing towards The Frozen Land.

A large red wine gourd, exuding a vibrant sunset glow and measuring several yards in length, followed the bee insect, whistling through the void.

"Luo Yuan, you’re heading the wrong way! Weren’t you supposed to lead us to the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land where those from the Desolated Terrains have appeared? Why have we gone to another place?"

White Crane shrieked.

"Shi-la!"

A flash of brilliant lightning shot from a withered branch firmly clutched in its crane claws, shattering the full moon brilliance hurled by the Clan of Bright Moon’s pursuers.

"Whew! Whew!"

A long and a short, two Spirit Swords unfolded before Zhuang Yuyan, creating a fiery secret domain.

The cry of the Vermilion Bird and the roar of the Kylin shattered a sea of Moon Blades, intercepting a wave of attacks for everyone.

Demon Sect’s Wu Yuan, without making a sound, controlled dozens of meteorites with his mind.

The meteorites, heavy as ten thousand catties, drifted in the void, their demonic light shining, smashing the Yue, Axe, Spear, and other various artifacts overflowing with Moon Energy, causing them to shatter and deform.

Dong Tianze, who had summoned the Black Crow Pot, and Zhou Qingchen, who was commanding a succession of Long Blades, were also exerting their strength.

Qi Qingsong casually unleashed a sword strike, weaving sword intent and sword light into a vast blue dream sea, confusing the thoughts of the Clan of Bright Moon’s clansmen, impatiently saying, "Stop your nagging, just follow Pang Jian!"

The incessantly squawking White Crane was getting on his nerves.

"You little bastard, how dare you disrespect your Lord Crane?!"

The White Crane’s beastly pupils chilled.

With a flick of its left wing, seven bolts of lightning fell into that sea of blue dreams, creating ripples of electric light and breaking Qi Qingsong’s dreamscape.

"Enough!"

Zhuang Yuyan, trembling with anger, her eyes brimming with rage and no longer maintaining her usual elegance and beauty, said, "Qi Qingsong, bite your tongue! Thunder Crane, stop your endless ranting!"

"You little brat! Who do you think you are to scold your Lord Crane?"

White Crane sneered arrogantly, "I am the Divine Crane from Pure Land. Apart from Luo Yuan, there’s no one in Sword Tower that I consider worthy of my attention!"

"Senior sister, forget about this annoying White Crane, let’s just go ourselves!" said an agitated Qi Qingsong.

"I’d also like to go by ourselves, but we’ve already been targeted by the Clan of Bright Moon, we can’t escape now!" Zhuang Yuyan felt a hint of bitterness in her heart.

A silver disc suddenly flew in, like a pure round moon, casting a holy radiance.

When the silver disc fell into the fiery world constructed by the Spirit Swords, divine power ripples spread, causing the fiery domain to burst apart instantly.

Zhuang Yuyan, who was about to speak, grunted and hurriedly retracted her Bi-Spirit Sword into her sleeve.

"Junior brother!"

Zhuang Yuyan pulled her voice sharp, called out to the guiding bee insect, "Show yourself quickly, these disobedient dogs love to fight among themselves, and I can’t control them anymore!"

Putting aside White Crane and Qi Qingsong, she saw that even while killing the enemy, Wu Yuan of the Demon Sect also often glanced at White Crane with fierce light in his eyes.

Given the opportunity, Wu Yuan might also kill the so-called Divine Crane from Pure Land.

Zhou Qingchen, Zhao Yuanqi, and Dong Tianze all detested the foul-mouthed White Crane, their expressions similarly hostile.

Being chased by alien tribes and consuming much strength, Zhuang Yuyan was weary and increasingly irritated.

"He’s here."

Pang Jian’s voice suddenly appeared.

As his voice echoed, he hovered next to the golden bee insect, heading straight towards the sea of light formed by Moon Blades.

"Chi-chi!"

The Astonishing Spear, brimming with a chilling intent, thrust out a radiant icy glow, instantly plunging into the sea of Moon Blades.

"Ice Soul Demon Sutra, freeze."

In the vast Ice Pool of the Spiritual Sea, the endless Extreme Cold Alien Power he had recently accumulated stretched infinitely through that radiant iciness, meticulously controlled with his three thousand threads of Divine Sense.

"Ka! Ka-ka!"

The huge sea formed by Moon Blades, as the frenzy of cold power pervaded the area, seemed as if pulled into a frozen world derived from the will of an extreme cold deity.

The secrets of cold ice comprehended by the Ice Demon were released by Pang Jian in the form of Sword Intent, enveloping the entire sea of light.

The pure Moon Energy-refined Moon Blades, frozen solid by the power emanating from Pang Jian’s Spiritual Sea Ice Pool, turned into numerous slim daggers encased within a giant Ice Crystal.

The Moon Blades were frozen, stripping them of any divine qualities.

"Boom!"

The Clan of Bright Moon’s pursuing ship carelessly collided with the massive crystal, also getting intercepted halfway.

"Who is this man?"

"How could this Extreme Cold Power be so fearsome?"

"Our powers have all been frozen!"

The expression of the Clan of Bright Moon’s clansmen grew solemn as they quickly mobilized heavy tools to break through this ice crystal zone that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Moon Energy, still such pure Moon Energy..."

Pang Jian’s eyes lit up.

He had landed on the solidified sea of light, standing atop ice hard as crystal, gathering the pure Moon Energy beneath with the "Pot Heaven Nourishing Qi Spell."

Bright moonlight, like a light rain, drifted up from the ice crystals below, rapidly absorbed by him.

Above his Spiritual Sea, a previously dim and tiny moon began to swell, shining more and more brightly.

"Pang Jian!"

"Junior brother!"

Qi Qingsong, Zhuang Yuyan, and the others were startled by Pang Jian’s sudden appearance and immediate display of power.

"Luo Yuan! You’re full of tricks!"

White Crane, while flapping its wings, continued to squawk loudly, "Those annoying people from the Thunder Clan in the Forbidden Land of Thunder God have almost been killed off by everyone. Luo Yuan, let’s join forces with our brother to slaughter these Clan of Bright Moon folks first, then continue to collect Divine Court Fragments in the Forbidden Land of Thunder God."

"Brother?"

Zhou Qingchen, bewildered, scratched his head, "How did Pang Jian become brothers with this kind of creature?"

"What’s it to you?"

Zhao Yuanqi still controlled the flying gourd.

Then, her face suddenly turned pale, and she cried out in horror, "How could this be? Pang Jian, you wouldn’t have led us into a dead end, would you?"

"Senior Sister, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Qingchen said displeased.

"Are you blind? Can’t you see what’s in front of us?" Zhao Yuanqi rebuked him twice, then realized, "I forgot that your realm is low, and you can’t see as far as I can!"

"Pang Jian!"

She turned around suddenly.

Her cry of alarm also attracted the attention of Qi Qingsong, Wu Yuan, and others, who all looked at her, not understanding why.

"Another group of Alien Tribes is right in front of us! They are more than ten times more terrifying than the clansmen of the Clan of Bright Moon!"

Zhao Yuanqi screamed in despair.

The crowd immediately gathered their strength to look far ahead, and indeed, they saw a group of Alien Tribes riding spiritual birds with a gloomy and icy aura, flying toward them with murderous intent.

The two leading, a man and a woman, were like two everlasting glaciers standing in an extremely cold world, merely looking at them made their hearts chill.

The Ghost Clan leaders they had encountered in the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, Kaz from the Wood Tribe, and those Sea Clan warriors that came after them were incomparable to the Alien male and female ahead.

"Not sixth level, the pressure isn’t like that of the sixth level!"

White Crane was also scared.

It hesitated for a moment, then gritted its teeth and said, "Luo Yuan, I will avenge you in the future! I have important matters to attend to, let’s part ways here and I hope everyone keeps safe!"

Activating the remaining power of its bloodline, White Crane restrained the electric light spilling from its wings and focused its power on escape.

A silver-white bolt of lightning then shot into the distance.

"Seventh level!"

Zhuang Yuyan and the others turned pale.

"Pang Jian, was the direction you gave... wrong?"

Qi Qingsong stamped his foot, the gourd shaking violently in the void as he said urgently, "Let’s quickly change direction, head towards the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land! If all else fails, it’s better to break through to the Forbidden Land of Thunder God facing the Clan of Bright Moon than to face these terrifying members of the Ice Tribe. Seventh level, and there are two of them!"

Qi Qingsong felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"We can’t run away, nor can we hide."

Dong Tianze, clutching the Black Crow Pot, said with a grim face, "The power of the seventh-level Alien Tribes is too much for us, unless we use a secret skill to escape with our blood..."

He too felt powerless.

"The Clan of Bright Moon has fled!"

Zhuang Yuyan turned around and suddenly saw the imposing fleet of the Clan of Bright Moon adjusting their course, headlong into the Mysterious Fog.

They didn’t dare to return to the Forbidden Land of Thunder God!

"Don’t worry, just stay put."

Pang Jian gathered the last strand of Moon Energy into his dantian, feeling the purity of Bright Moon in the Spiritual Sea. He pointed the Astonishing Spear in his hand toward the fleeing Clan of Bright Moon ships, then said to the approaching Alien Tribes, "Let’s kill this batch first."

The Second Elder Ice Plain appeared shocked atop the spiritual bird.

How could it be that Pang Jian, after their long expedition from The Frozen Land to the Forbidden Land of Thunder God, had arrived here before them?

"Second Elder?"

Ice Halberd and Ice Cloud asked softly.

"Kill the Clan of Bright Moon!"

Having previously encountered these visitors from the Outer Realm in The Frozen Land, without much hesitation, Ice Plain abandoned his spiritual bird and, wielding the Frost Wand, pursued them.

A dazzling river of icy light, following the Frost Wand through the void, swiftly appeared in the empty space.

With his bloodline reaching the seventh level, Ice Plain was full of vigor. Utilizing the power of the wand to pursue from behind, he instantly caught up with the fleeing fleet of the Clan of Bright Moon.

"Ice Cut!"

Ice Plain used the wand as a blade, slashing toward the ship, and the long river of icy light followed, instantly hitting the ship trying to enter the Mysterious Fog.

"Crack!"

The Clan of Bright Moon’s ship was immediately split in two, the clansmen fleeing in terror.

"Freeze!"

Ice Plain shouted again.

The river of icy light that had split the ship suddenly unleashed a chilling frost. Members of the Clan of Bright Moon attempting to escape, like mosquitoes trapped in amber, were frozen solid by the frost within the river of light.

"Mission accomplished."

Ice Plain turned, a smile gracing his lips, and, bowing to Pang Jian, said, "Thanks to your appearance and the earth-shattering change in The Frozen Land, I was able to break the eternal shackles of bloodline."

"Seventh level..."

He said with excitement, "The advantage of my bloodline makes killing them as easy as flipping my hand!"

"Hmm."

Pang Jian, calmly, flew towards the shattered Clan of Bright Moon ships with the power of the Mysterious Turtle shell.

"They listen to Pang Jian?"

Zhou Qingchen, his mind in disarray, rubbed his eyes.

When he realized that the formidable members of the Ice Tribe were looking at Pang Jian with awe, he still couldn’t believe it. "The Alien Tribes from the Outer Realm, why would they listen to Pang Jian?"

Zhao Yuanqi pursed her lips, a frightening thought emerging in her heart, which had accepted the certainty of death.

"Could it be that Pang Jian has really been possessed by an Alien God from the Outer Realm? Is the Alien God leader from the Netherworld Prison using Pang Jian’s body to walk this world?"

The more Zhao Yuanqi dwelled on it, the more afraid she became.

"Come over here."

Just then, Pang Jian beckoned from afar.

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