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Volume 2: Guashan Storm Chapter 41: Walking on the Road to the Underworld (1)

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    The flesh-and-blood giant's cultivation at the peak of the Five Tribulations Great Sage naturally has the qualifications to say this. As long as he is willing, it is easy to kill everyone present.  //Updated fastest //.

    Hei Ming knew that this was his only chance, but he bowed his head and said: "Senior, please calm down. I just saw that Xing Tian used the talisman to control senior, and I felt dissatisfied, so I risked my life to imprison him and sealed him to ninety-nine.  In the tower of hell, that is my artifact. Once it is sealed, it will never come out again. It will only become a lonely ghost on the road to hell, and will never be reincarnated."

    It has to be said that Hei Ming is extremely smart. He concluded that the flesh and blood giant and Xing Tian were not of the same mind, so he said what he just said.  Obviously, what he said was on point. Upon hearing this, the flesh and blood giant immediately showed a glint in his eyes and asked hurriedly: "Is what you just said true? He is really trapped in that tower by you and can never come out.  Yet?"

    Hei Ming saw the door and immediately said: "It's absolutely true. The ninety-nine-level hell tower was built by the ancient saints sent by me. It is connected to the real hell. For tens of thousands of years, there is no way in or out, even for three tribulations.  Even the Great Sage of the Four Tribulations will never be able to escape if he is imprisoned. Over time, he will be corroded by the terrifying death energy in hell and become a real lonely ghost."

    "Okay, very good!" What a cultivation level the flesh and blood giant had. He had naturally felt the extraordinary power of the ninety-nine-story hell tower just now, but he somewhat believed Hei Ming's words.

    What he hates most now is that he is controlled by someone. Now that the person who controls him is sealed into a hell from which he cannot escape, he is naturally free.

    At the moment, the flesh and blood giant laughed wildly, and the next moment he said with ferocious eyes: "Today is indeed a day worth celebrating. In this case, you all become my nourishment."

    After saying that, he instantly turned into a ball of blood and killed the surrounding Black Hell Clan.

    Hei Ming's back was soaked with cold sweat at this moment. The terrifying strength displayed by the flesh and blood giant could make people despair. Hei Ming had seen the Black Prison General of the Black Prison Clan, but he could tell anyone responsibly.  Man, this flesh and blood giant is definitely stronger than the Black Prison General.

    So he was kneeling on the ground all the time, not even daring to raise his head. He could only hear the screams of the Black Prison warriors before they died, and the bloody smell that filled the sky.

    Soon, all the screams stopped abruptly. Heiming knew that the flesh and blood giant had killed all the Black Hell warriors around him who seemed to him to be powerful and invincible. Therefore, he bent deeper and acted even more fiercely.  Respectfully.

    He didn¡¯t try to resist, because he knew that his cultivation was not worth mentioning in front of the flesh and blood giant, and he was as weak as a newborn baby.

    Sure enough, the flesh and blood giant did not kill him, perhaps because Hei Ming unexpectedly threw Xing Tian into the ninety-nine-story hell tower, which indirectly allowed the flesh and blood giant to be free. Not only did the latter not kill him, but he was also allowed to let him follow him.  This made Hei Ming extremely excited.

    No matter what, he finally got an extremely powerful backer, and in the next step, Hei Ming will take revenge. He wants to completely destroy the Wandering Python clan in the demon world.

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    Xing Tian suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.

    He was accidentally plotted just now and was sucked into a strange black flag. Moreover, Xing Tian could see clearly that the person who had the black hand on him was actually an acquaintance and his former enemy in the demon world, Hei Ming.

    To be honest, Xingtian never expected that it would be this person. Although he was not afraid of the other party's cultivation now, the other party's method of sucking him into the black banner was difficult to resist.

    But no matter what, I am currently following the opponent's tricks.  At this moment, Xing Tian found that he was surrounded by thick fog that was as black as ink, and there were harsh sounds of screaming ghosts everywhere.

    "If you were below the Earthly Immortal Realm, you might be in chaos if you were sucked here, and you might be corroded by the terrifying ghosts here and eventually fall and die. However, Xingtian has already entered the holy path.

    The holy way, even if it is a small saint, has a holy mark and is immune to all evil. What is there to be afraid of in this mere evil ghost?

    However, Xingtian soon discovered that the evil ghosts here were not ordinary evil demons. They had all been refined to the level of ghost kings. Xingtian also had a wide range of knowledge, but he rarely dealt with ghosts and ghosts. Some of his knowledge was obtained from Guashan.  As well as seen in many books in Yundian.

    Ghost is actually a kind of spiritual thought. The divine thought has no place to rely on. It absorbs the yin energy without dissipating. This is a ghost. And this kind of spiritual thought absorbs a large amount of yin energy, and then is detained and refined into a ghost. That is extremely dangerous.  The existence of terror.

    Some ancient books in Yundian said: In all the ways of the Holy Realm, evil spirits have the method of cultivating ghosts, banning ghosts and weapons, calling themselves the ghost world, gathering yin and dispersing yang, like gold and iron being tempered thousands of times, and eventually become ghosts, the stronger they are.  As the king of ghosts, he is invincible to the saints.  If you become a ghost saint?Then the holy warriors can be killed. If Yundian disciples encounter such a ghost king, they need to be cautious.  In the holy world, there are many ghost cultivating sects, among which the Black Sea Ghost Cave, Huangquan Sect, and Netherworld Divine Sect are the most famous.

    Therefore, this ghost cultivation is also an extremely powerful martial art, and Xingtian discovered at this moment that the fierce ghosts here may surpass ordinary ghosts, become ghosts, and even become ghost kings.

    Xingtian immediately used immortal energy to protect his body, and at the same time, he left his body with his spiritual thoughts. He used the Ksitigarbha Buddha's eyes between his eyebrows to investigate. Sure enough, he saw countless powerful ghosts hiding in the surrounding black mist. Ordinary 'ghosts' were phantoms, misty and formless.  Dispersed by the slightest wind.  As for those who have cultivated themselves into ghosts, they can transform into various terrifying images by staring at their bodies. They have wide mouths with fangs, green faces and long tongues. They are extremely terrifying, and their strength is also stronger than ordinary 'ghosts'.  As for those who have become ghost kings, they can already condense the pure Yin energy into a body. Each of them is like the king of hell and the gods of the underworld, extremely powerful and powerful.

    Fortunately, Xing Tian did not find the legendary ghost saint, otherwise it would definitely be a trouble.

    " Ordinary weirdness, even the ghost king, Xingtian is not afraid at all. Below the ghosts, Ksitigarbha Buddha's seal is enough to emit golden light, sweep across everything, and kill all these ghosts and monsters.  Wherever the golden light of Ksitigarbha Buddha's seal passed, it was like burning flames and melting snow, and pieces of it dissipated invisible amid screams.  However, for the Ghost King level, Ksitigarbha Buddha Seal can only harm the body, but cannot completely kill him.

    Ghosts are invisible. They are formed by the condensed spiritual thoughts of Yin Qi. Therefore, it is difficult for ordinary martial arts to cause any harm to such things. Fortunately, Xingtian has become a saint. Even if he is as powerful as the Ghost King, it is difficult to attack at close range. He can only  Peeping and wandering around the periphery.

    It¡¯s just that as time went by, Xing Tian discovered that the black mist here could slowly corrode his body. Over time, even if he cultivated his immortal blood nerves, his cultivation level would probably decline.

    At that moment, Xingtian sneered: "Heiming, you were indeed the existence that I needed to look up to at the beginning, but now, if I, Xingtian, go out, I can kill you immediately. You think that trapping me in this ghost place will make everything okay, so I will."  Let you know how powerful my holy sword is."

    At that moment, Xing Tian performed a sword formula, pointed to the sky, and condensed a monstrous sword intent. The next moment, Xing Tian released the nine divine swords in the gourd nine sword formation, carrying this holy sword intent towards the surroundings.  Black fog.

    The nine divine swords struck quickly, and the ghosts and ghosts along the way fled in panic. The next moment, the universe composed of black mist was torn apart by Xing Tian's commotion and completely destroyed.

    With a crash, Xing Tian jumped out, only to see that he had just been imprisoned in a small black flag.  At this moment, the black flag, which was comparable to a divine weapon, had been shattered into rags and completely destroyed by himself.

    Xing Tian, ??who thought he had escaped, discovered at this moment that he had arrived at an extremely strange place again.

    The gloomy air here is soaring, and the air of death is spreading. You are on an endless road, and the dark mountains in the distance seem to be endless. Under your feet is something like yellow-black mud, with countless terrifying ghost hands stretching out from it, unconscious hooks.  Grabbing, as if trying to grab something and then drag it down.

    And on both sides of this endless road, there are actually deep ravines with black river water inside. Countless ghosts are drifting in the river, making horrible screams.

    "What on earth is this place?" Xing Tian took a deep breath. There is no vitality here. There is only the breath of death, decay, and stench. It is almost suffocating. When ordinary people come here, they should be instantly corroded by the breath of death.  Become a walking corpse.

    In fact, there are countless figures on this road. Everyone walking on this road has dull eyes and walks aimlessly. Some people will be pulled into the mire by the ghost hands deep in the ground and sink into the mud.  Some of them will fall into the black water rivers on both sides, and their bodies will be corroded instantly, becoming one of the countless lonely ghosts in the river.

    Seeing all this, Xing Tian was stunned and secretly thought, isn't this the map of the underworld that he drew a few days ago?  It's just that it's grander and more real here.

    "Is this the real hell?" Xing Tian secretly thought. He looked around, and the mountains in the distance gradually became clear. It turned out to be a mountain made of countless corpses. On the corpse mountain, there were still some figures.  A tall, black giant who looks like a mountain ghost. He is holding a cloth bag in one hand. With the other hand, he can grab some spiritual souls that are like black mist from the mountain corpse, and then stuff them into the cloth bag.  .

    "Soul collectors? Is this really the underworld?" Xing Tian exclaimed when he saw the huge monster. He had read in some classics that there were such soul collectors in the real underworld.  He is always collecting the souls of the dead, and is one of the most powerful beings in the Underworld.

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    How could this be the underworld?  Could it be that he died?

    An idea immediately popped into Xingtian's mind, but he quickly denied it. His body was still there, and the stigmata was stable, so he was definitely not dead. So what was going on here?  (To be continued.
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