The two gods of transformation sent out to seek help from Pang Jin have not heard of each other for several months, which shows that the two people may have been killed by poisonous hands. Those who can kill the two gods must be from the White Bone Palace. Pang Jin did not expect that he had overestimated the name of the Underworld Soul Sect after all. This is the Qingkong Realm, not the Netherworld.`

With hatred for the sea clan and the White Bone Palace, Pang Jin left the air. As soon as he left, countless huge sea clans rushed to the island and completely destroyed the cross-domain teleportation array. The stone pillars and materials on the building array foundation were shattered one after another.

Looking back at the devastated island, Pang Jin couldn't help but spit out a breath of pain. He was angry and then he didn't fly back to the direction of the Netherworld.

Since the teleportation array has failed, then go back and bring in strong soldiers. Pang Jin will definitely repay this anger.

The advantage of the teleportation array is that it can instantly cross two places. The Nether Soul Sect family has great business and countless disciples. If there is a teleportation array that directly reaches the Qingkong Space, it is equivalent to the people of the Nether Soul Sect who can attack and retreat and defend. It is not only convenient, but also more useful for the battle situation. However, even if there is no teleportation array, the people of the Nether Soul Sect cannot reach the Qingkong Space, but it only takes a lot of time.

With Pang Jin's combined cultivation, it took more than ten years to come from the Netherworld to the Qingkong Realm. As for the years and months it took for the God and the Nascent Soul to transform into a longer period of time. This time he came here, he also rode a large flying magic weapon. Otherwise, so many disciples of the Netherworld Soul Sect would have all the realms and would not be able to reach them at the same time.`

One round trip is twenty years. If you want to carry more disciples and take a flying magic weapon, it will take more time. When Pang Jin brings a large number of strong men to arrive in the Qingaircraft again, it will take at least a few decades later.

The seabed was destroyed, and Pang Jin's last thoughts disappeared. Soon, his figure disappeared into the sky.

The island group was completely occupied by the sea clans at this time. After a half-year war, the sea clans killed 100,000 monks, including more than ten gods alone, and countless Nascent Souls were countless, and there were tens of thousands of storage bags captured by the sea clans. After the sea clans chose a flat island and poured out all the things in the storage bag, the entire island was almost filled with spiritual elixirs and spiritual herbs.

The number of 100,000 monks is already amazing. The spiritual herbs they carry together, even the intestinal young master who was once a level eight sea beast, his eyes were straightened.

There are piles of spiritual grasses and mountains of magic weapons, but it is strange that so many people have not left many spirit stones, especially the refining materials, which are pitifully few. No wonder, in order to strengthen the defensive formation, the people of the Nether Soul Sect have almost exhausted all the refining materials. In order to resist the sacrifice of earth fire, the spirit stones have also been consumed.

Fortunately, the sea tribes are not keen on refining materials and spirit stones, and spiritual grass and elixirs are their favorite. So when leaders from all walks of life gathered, this island full of treasures became a dirty place.`

Bai Yi smiled and looked at the clamoring treasures of these seven-level demon cultivators. Apart from a few useful spiritual herbs, Bai Yi didn't take any of those elixirs and magic weapons, and left them all for the sea clan.

When he reached the realm of transformation of the gods, high-level or even top-grade magic weapons were no longer useful to Bai Yi. As for the spiritual pills, Bai Yi really didn't like these things refined by low-level cultivators.

One day later, the treasures on the island were finally divided by the leaders of various sea tribes. The island was then filled with banquets. Any demon cultivator above level six raised a cup to drink together to celebrate this great victory.

Once the sea tribe has a banquet, there is basically no time to say. After drinking for three days, several level seven leaders are still unsatisfied, but Bai Yi has left the island and came to the island not far away with a cross-domain teleportation array.

The cross-domain teleportation array that was about to be built took several years to be completed by the Underworld Soul Sect, Bai Yi was reluctant to destroy it. On the edge of the island, with a wave of his hand, a illusion array was removed by Bai Yi. The broken island returned to its original appearance the next moment, and the formation base of the teleportation array was intact.

Pang Jin had been away for four days, and Bai Yi was sure that the other party would not kill a retaliation. As for blinding Pang Jin with the illusion array, he had no choice but to do it.

If Pang Jin was not allowed to give up completely, this cross-domain teleportation array would not have the same. No matter how many sea clans there were, they would not be able to truly kill a fusion monk. If a fusion strong man was concerned about, Bai Yi's plan would not work in the future.

This cross-domain teleportation array is of great use to Bai Yi, so he used the illusion array to disguise it as a teleportation array and was destroyed. The purpose was to let Pang Jin walk without any worries after seeing it.

Pang Jin, who was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood, had known that he had been tricked again before leaving, and he would have to spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood.

On the island full of banquets, the demon cultivators heard a muffled sound of collapse while drinking. They saw from a distance that the island with a teleportation array was moved to the bottom of the sea by Bai Yi with magic power.

"What's the use of the Fourth Master's breaking formation? It would be better to smash the island to pieces if you spend so much effort to move it."

"What do you know? The human race likes magic weapon formations the most. Although the Fourth Master is my demon race, he also has the bloodline of the human race. Can't they like to study formations? What's wrong with you?"

"How dare I care about the Fourth Master's idiot business? I'm just talking. If I were me, I would rather eat a few spiritual herbs than breaking the formation."

"The spiritual herb is indeed delicious, but the human magic weapon tastes even better, hehehehe."

Crack, Crack, the last person who spoke was Guiya. At this time, he was holding a high-level magic weapon and gnawing it wildly. In a short while, this powerful magic weapon had already entered his stomach.

The ghost-tooth pompeople eats everything, and even bites the magic weapon.

After moving the cross-domain teleportation array together with the island into the seabed, Bai Yi began a brief retreat and repairing formation. In just a few days, the teleportation array leading to the Netherworld has been completely constructed by him, and it is only one point away from material to open.

Standing deep in the seabed, Bai Yi raised his head and looked to the northwest. In his perception, the clone had already begun to move.

On a deserted land not far from the Qinghuan, a handsome young man was standing by the sea, barefoot with his feet, letting the waves surge.

Crazy, crazy...

As the sea was waded, the young man slowly walked towards the sea, as if feeling the coolness and vitality of the sea.

"Immortal Lord..."

On the waist-length sea, the young man's body began to rise slowly, and he stepped on the water toward the sky. In those cold eyes, the cold light of longing and hatred flashed. The next moment, this monster that had endured the pain of thousands of years of heavenly thunder finally soared into the sky.

"Immortal Lord, I'm back. Why is your soul much weaker than ten thousand years ago? Is it seriously injured or is it a fall in realm?"

The crazy words surged endless wind and waves on the sea. In the surging evil waves, the young man's face appeared ferociously, and his roar even more resounded throughout the world.

"Are you ready to welcome this clone comparable to Mahayana? My Immortal Lord! Hahahaha!"

The thunder tribulation of thousands of years finally formed an immortal Mahayana body. Now, this terrifying clone is turning into a thunder, flying towards the direction of the Qingtian area with a crazy laugh.
Chapter completed!