The chilly wind was as miserable as the netherworld, and hundreds of ghosts were nowhere to be seen. Living beings kept their distance, and even gods and Buddhas could not save them. White bones and skeletons covered the ground, and flesh and blood were smeared on the top of the wall to form a ladder.
What was purgatory on earth? Who had ever seen Fengdu? Everything in front of them was absolutely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The thick smell of blood assaulted their nostrils, and even the veterans who had experienced many battles would feel their stomach churn.
Everything in front of them was blood red!
Blood red!
And it was blood red!
It was the color of human flesh smeared on it.
Weiwei had the City God's Seal above her head, and Ran Jing held the Little Turning Sky in her hand. Both of them sprinkled divine splendor around their bodies to protect themselves. Du Kang fell into the pile of white bones, breaking countless human skeletons. He was motionless, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Ye Zilong and Zhang Lu leaned back to back. Zhang Lu held up her right palm, and a blue fluorescent light gushed out from the gauntlet on her arm and turned into a protective light shield. From a distance, it looked like a blue eggshell upside down in the pile of white bones.
Ni Wenxi's Five Thunder Hidden Yin slapped down, but it was blocked by the mysterious man. He was sent flying backward and fell on the ground. He could not stand up for a long time, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he looked very haggard.
Red Robe Ghost King's blood tears rolled down his cheeks, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick black blood on the ground. Like a spark that started a prairie fire, blood gushed out from under the white bones, and the sound of splashing was shocking. The blood flowed like a river, and the white bones and skeletons rose and fell in the blood river.
"Ah, what is this!"
Zhang Lu screamed as she watched the blood rise higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, it was already high enough to reach her knees. With the azure light shield as a barrier, the blood was blocked a foot away. But suddenly, a hand stretched out from the blood and slapped hard on the azure light shield. Kacha, kacha, kacha, a series of sounds like glass breaking rang out. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the shield, which was strong enough to defend against bullets.
Although Zhang Lu was one of the top forces in the country, it was not an exaggeration to say that she had been through hundreds of battles. She had killed people, seen blood, and walked through a hail of bullets. It could be said that she had climbed out of a pile of corpses. She could face dozens of ferocious enemies calmly, but this strange big hand that suddenly appeared made her feel uncontrollable fear.
It was the fear of the unknown, the fear of the legend that had been buried deep in his bones and blood for thousands of years, and the fear of his beliefs being overturned.
"Are there really gods, ghosts, and demons in this world?"
The question in Zhang Lu's heart had unknowingly slipped out of her mouth. Her pair of narrow phoenix eyes stared fixedly at the place that had been split open, afraid that a human face would suddenly appear from the blood.
"Pa!"
Zhang Lu's shoulder was suddenly slapped by a palm. This warrior who had gone through trials and tribulations actually jumped up like a little girl and screamed loudly. Without looking at what was behind her, she closed her eyes and directly kicked backward with her slender legs.
"Wait, it's me!"
A familiar voice rang in Zhang Lu's ears. She was like a timid girl watching a horror movie alone. She secretly opened one of her eyes and saw Ye Zilong.
"I say, big sister, you don't need to have such a big reaction, right?"
Ye Zilong really did not know whether to laugh or cry. Although he was also frightened by what he saw, his heart was also shocked, but at least he was much better than Zhang Lu.
"No … no, this … you say, just now, that … err, let go of me!" Zhang Lu's expression was bewildered as she stammered.
As she spoke, she suddenly found that one of her long legs was in Ye Zilong's embrace and rested on his shoulder. There was only a little distance between the two, and the faint smell of sweat on Ye Zilong's body could be clearly smelled.
Although Zhang Lu was cold, at this moment, it was inevitable that a drunken red flew up to her cheeks. Her beautiful legs pressed down, and Ye Zilong was pushed to the side. She twisted her body halfway, and her long windbreaker fluttered, tightly wrapping her exquisite and voluptuous body.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a wave of blood rushed up, breaking the romantic and awkward atmosphere. A humanoid creature rushed out from the blood river, and a pair of disproportionately large scarlet claws fiercely smashed into the azure light barrier. Kacha kacha, cracking sounds rang out, and the azure light barrier actually caved in by a full three inches, almost completely shattering.
"Ah!" Zhang Lu screamed, and jumped back.
A ferocious ghost face happened to be facing Zhang Lu, and its wide mouth and cheeks, and it bared its fangs at Zhang Lu. A pair of blood-red claws that were five times the size of a normal person continuously smashed into the light barrier, and a series of banging sounds rang out.
"Don't be afraid!" Ye Zilong pulled Zhang Lu behind him, and his eyes swept over the strange humanoid creature that was constantly smashing the light barrier.
This thing had a slender and tall body, almost two meters tall, and its entire body was blood-red, as if it was a living person that had been skinned alive. Lines of muscles bulged, and thick blood dripped from it. It had the head of a bull, and a single eye. Its mouth was so long that it looked like a joke, and it split to the left. There were no lips at all, as if the skin on its face had been directly torn open, and a row of white fangs were still hanging in between them. A long and slender tongue like a snake's curled out from the corner of its mouth.
"I … I'm not afraid!
There have never been gods, ghosts, or demons in this world, they are just unknown creatures! "
Zhang Lu twitched her nose twice, gritted her teeth, and persisted in telling the belief in her heart. She was telling it to others, but more importantly, she was telling it to herself.
Both of her palms propped up a blue light curtain, and the lustrous brilliance flowed. No matter how the strange humanoid creature roared and smashed, it could no longer shake the light curtain.
"What a stubborn woman, what a persistent belief!"
Ye Zilong saw everything, and his gaze towards this woman also changed a little. There was less of a merchant's magnanimity, but more of appreciation.
At the same time, on the other side, the red-robed ghost king's pair of jade-like feet stepped lightly on the red blood, like a fairy walking on the waves. Step by step, she walked back to Ni Wenxi, who was half submerged in the blood.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently lifted Ni Wenxi's chin, which was gradually turning blue. She blinked her eyes, and her originally playful and cute appearance was set off by the two lines of blood tears at the corner of her eyes. She said softly, "Your Yin Five Thunder can't protect you for long. Give me your soul, obey me, surrender to me …"
Ni Wenxi sneered, suddenly opened her closed mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a cloud of blood mist and fell on the pale face of the red-robed ghost king. Spots of captivating red slid down, like white snow on red plum blossoms, revealing a strange beauty in the blood.
The lilac tongue slid across the corner of her mouth, rolled up a bit of blood, and swallowed it. She smacked her lips twice as if she was eating cheese. The red-robed ghost king shook her head and chuckled, "You are not a virgin, and the True Yang Saliva is not real. It's useless to me."
"Little sister!"
A soft call came from the foot of the red-robed ghost king, and at the same time, a pair of big hands covered in blood suddenly stretched out from the blood, grabbed the ankle of the red-robed ghost king that was as tender as tofu, and violently lifted her out. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which was like a blood arrow, right into the heart of the red-robed ghost king.
"Ah!"
The True Yang Saliva fell on the red robe on the chest of the red-robed ghost king, like sulfuric acid, and with a sizzling sound, a cloud of white smoke rose. The red-robed ghost king flew backward in the air, screaming. Her arms pressed against the blood, and her body was suspended in the air. Her jade-like feet touched the blood, and she gently slid backward, and stood steadily.
"It's you!"
The red-robed ghost king held her head with a pair of jade-like hands, and with a cracking sound, she actually twisted her head back to its original position. The clear sound of bones rubbing against each other made people have a layer of goosebumps all over their bodies.
Looking coldly at Du Kang who was standing in the blood like a drowned rat, the red-robed ghost king laughed very happily, but also very cruelly. The corner of his eyes twitched slightly, and he pointed forward with a finger.
Swoosh.
A blood-red monster with a height of more than two meters, a head like an ox, and one leg and three arms rushed out from the depths of the blood, bringing a rain of blood with it, and pounced on Du Kang with a strange cry.
"Damn, it's an alien!"
Du Kang shouted, and he actually turned around to run, but his feet were standing in the blood as if they were stuck in the mud, and his movements were slow. Before he took two steps, the one-legged, three-armed monster had already pounced behind him. Its mouth was wide open, as if its whole head had been split open from the middle by a knife. The opening and closing range was definitely more than 180 degrees, and its mouth was full of fine, insect-like teeth, and it viciously aimed at the back of Du Kang's head and bit down.
"Xiao Pang!"
Weiwei saw that Du Kang was in danger, but she couldn't escape. She and Ran Jing, the two girls, faced the tall and thin young man. They confronted each other, and no one dared to act rashly.
"You two are very good."
The tall and thin young man was dressed in white, barefooted, and bald. He looked very valiant, but there was a little blood stain between his eyebrows, and his originally good looks had become somewhat evil.
The young man's eyes were snow-white, and he looked at Ran Jing and Weiwei, laughing softly and nodding in praise. He actually walked around the two girls with his hands behind his back, and he became more and more delighted. He clapped his hands and laughed loudly. "Good, good, the two of you are exactly what I was thinking. After being trapped for 450 years, you have broken the seal today and will dominate the world. Are the two of you willing to submit to me?"
"Hehe." Weiwei expressed her attitude.
However, it seemed that this big brother had been locked up for too long, and he didn't understand what Weiwei's "hehe" meant at all. He still had a sincere and hopeful expression on his face as he stretched out his hand, like a groom waiting for the bride at the wedding.
Ran Jing brandished the Qingping Sword in her hand and waved it beautifully. Instantly, six cold stars appeared out of nowhere and disappeared in an instant. She sneered and glanced sideways at him. She said, "I say, did your cerebellum atrophy from being locked up? You? What right do you have?
Do you have a car, a house, savings, or are you super handsome? "
"Uh …" Ran Jing's words contained a lot of information, and this big brother didn't understand for a moment. However, he still understood that he had a car and a house. He resentfully withdrew his hand from Weiwei and touched his round bald head. He smiled at Ran Jing and said, "If it's a car, I can order a hundred ghosts to drive it. If it's a house, I have my own paradise. As for savings, I don't know much, but with my means, there is nothing in the world that I can't accomplish. If you want the world, I will conquer a picturesque country for you. If you want immortality, I will grant you a thousand years of immortality. As for the price, I only want you. How about it?"
"Haha." Weiwei expressed her attitude once again.
Ran Jing curled her lips and pointed at the bald young man. She turned to look at Weiwei with disdain and said, "Weiwei, this guy has indeed become stupid from being locked up. It's so cute that it's a little cute. He can be considered a weirdo these days, right?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just send him to the eighteen levels of hell to find a partner!"
Weiwei scolded softly, and there was a faint sound of a dragon's roar. The City God's Divine Seal above her head swayed, and an endless pressure pressed down on the blood around her. She held the Dragon's Tongue Orchid in her hand and soared up, turning into a stream of light and rushing out. She focused on looking like an angry dragon and moved forward. Wherever she passed, the blood river split open and white bones flew.
Ran Jing naturally did not want to be left behind. At the same time, she held the Heaven Flipping Sword in her hand, and the Qingping Sword was in the air. It constantly spun around her exquisite body, bringing with it rays of green light that looked like countless dancing dragons. She wiped her chest with her small hands, and a handful of golden light appeared in her palms. She flicked her ten fingers, and they turned into ten golden stars that flew out.
"Eight-clawed Dragon Python. Good, good. I have the power to subdue dragons!" The young man's expression was solemn. He raised his palms, and it felt like he was holding two Mt. Tai in his palms.
He slowly pushed forward, and it seemed like he could topple the mountains and overturn the seas. The invisible pressure caused the entire blood sea to be lifted into the air, and it turned into a scarlet waterfall that fell from the sky. It ruthlessly smashed towards the green dragon python.
"Roar!"
The dragon python roared angrily, and Weiwei scolded. The two voices overlapped, and it was difficult to distinguish one from the other. The dragon python's body twisted, and it stood up like a human, and it collided with the scarlet waterfall that was falling on its head.
When the two collided, a loud bang was heard. The sky was filled with blood, and the sky was filled with blood rain. White bones flew everywhere, and minced meat was dripping everywhere. The dragon python flipped and flew backward, and it exploded in the air. Green light scattered everywhere, and a majestic airwave swept away the blood rain, white bones, and minced meat in the surroundings, and it opened up a pure land.
Weiwei opened her arms, and she stood on one leg. Her clothes were blown backward, and her long hair danced in the wind. The Dragon Python flew around her body, and it buzzed continuously. She squinted her big eyes, and her cold killing intent was naked and undisguised.
"You want to leave?
You're mine! "
The bald young man was only pushed back three steps, and he was not injured at all. Seeing that Weiwei was floating backward, he immediately raised his hand to grab her.
The blood, white bones, and minced meat that scattered in all directions instantly formed into a huge hand made of flesh, and it grabbed at the bald man's head.
"Hey, what's wrong with your head? You'd better behave yourself!"
Ran Jing soared into the air, and she stood side by side with Weiwei in the void. Her small hands were like butterflies flying through flowers, and ten golden lights rushed into the huge hand that was about to grab her.
The huge hand suddenly stopped less than a foot away from the two girls, and the golden light flickered continuously. Suddenly, the huge hand swelled up, and countless golden lights pierced through it like sharp swords. In the blink of an eye, the huge hand was shredded by the golden lights, and it was burned into wisps of black smoke.
"Earth Branch 12 Money Class, you're a Mao Mountain disciple!"
The bald young man looked at the ten golden lights floating in the air, and he couldn't help but take half a step back. His expression suddenly changed, and even his voice was trembling like Weiwei's.
Ran Jing's small mouth opened, and she raised her eyebrows proudly. "Mao Mountain Sect's direct disciple, Ran Jing."
"Then you're …" The bald young man looked at Weiwei with a somewhat strange gaze.
"City God of Cang City, Chu Weiwei." With the Dragon Tongue behind her back, Weiwei said indifferently.