Chapter 1147 The Ark of the Dead

In the black descending hell, three lights and shadows chase endlessly on the quiet Zangjin River, passing through the bell tower church entrenching the Jinhe River. The violent cloud waves caused by supersonic flight shake the heavy bronze bell with dragon chants, and the ancient and vicissitudes of the bell are far away. Spreading, however, the bell was soon drowned by a more turbulent and grander torrent. The shining golden flood swept everything, as if fate threw the most noble spear to judge the sinners in hell!

With a thought in his mind, Ya Xiu moved the Heart Hunter Throne freely and arranged seventeen rounds of black sword marks in front of him. When the dragon warrior who was chasing him stepped into the center of the sword mark, he activated the sword cage with his backhand and captured the dragon warrior. Bondage locked!

Seventeen rounds of ink sword marks were closed at the same time, and seventeen death sickles were harvested at the same time! Even if the dragon warrior can block the sword marks, each time he withstands it is equivalent to being destroyed by Ya Xiu's god-level soul pressure. So far, Ya Xiu has seen the Forsaken with the strongest soul. After eight times, Ya Xiu's will collapsed and spontaneously ignited. Go out!

Snapped! Before the ink-colored sword marks could be restrained, the dragon warrior broke through the sword cage and slashed at Ash with an incredible speed. The space rumbled like a Shanlan razor falling!

Ash turned around and struck hard, the two swords spinning like windmills. The divine power canceled each other out the moment the sword feet came into contact. The space crack caused by the confrontation even distorted the light. The layers of refractive protection on Ash's body were like broken glass and disintegrated! In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought for dozens of rounds in seconds. The extremely precise sword and the extremely domineering fists and kicks collided to create a boiling melody, all the way to the quiet river!

The vicious flames ignited in Ash's heart, burning him into a torch, and even the magical spirits of Soul Heaven were ignited! Ash violently kicked his foot to the side, and the air that had been piled up to the limit was kicked out by him in an explosive wave. With this momentum, he changed the direction of flight and flew at low altitude on the river, constantly using refraction to protect himself. The poisonous flame!

Behind the dragon warrior, there is also a short goblin fire dancer. It was precisely because of being chased by these two Forgotten Ones that Ash didn't even have time to search for resources. The dragon warrior is a dual practitioner of space fists and claws, and the goblin is a dual practitioner of fire and soul. The former is good at close combat, and the latter is good at long-range ignition. Moreover, they both have the miracle of overcoming the defensive barrier and directly attacking the soul body, so Ash doesn't dare to follow him. They fought in close contact - although he could forcefully kill this group of Forsaken, his soul body would inevitably be damaged. Now they have no effective healing miracle. The soul body injury can only be healed by time. If it cannot be healed, it will become permanent. curse!

"If you continue to struggle with them, the flood will catch up with them." The death maniac next to him warned.

"So they are going to die now!" Yaxiu glanced at the Forsaken who were chasing behind him, crushed the two Source Crystals in his hand, and chanted in a low voice: "Sad wind, cloudy sky, ancient lamp, string rhythm, Twenty-two late summer bells, sixty-six flying snowflakes, I am the other side of all the rushing water!"

The spectacle of superiority turns the tide!

Ya Xiu stretched out his hand and pulled, and the quiet Zangjin River was forcefully moved by him, like an overturned mountain and sea pressing against the Forgotten behind! In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum changed!

The Miracle of Turning the Tide is what Ash gained in the Deep Blue Hell. Its effect is to allow the magician to control all water flows, but with the strength of a demigod, he can basically hold up 80,000 tons of seawater at will. However, although the Zangjin River is a flow of water, it also contains the origin of time and is in a special static state. Most water magic wonders are ineffective on the Zangjin River.

Ash tried it and found that Turning the Tide Miracle had little effect on the Zangjin River. He had already given up, but Death Maniac told him that he could also use the Supreme Void Wing to enhance any miracle, and the way to enhance it was to name it.

When he chants the name of the magic spirit seriously, the power of the magic spirit will be temporarily strengthened. If he can name the names of all the magic spirits in Miracle, Miracle can even achieve a qualitative leap, but the effect is only available once. In fact, all demigods can enhance the wonders by chanting the true name of the magic spirit, but they use Hell Wings, and Ash has the Supreme Void Wing, so the strengthening effect will be more obvious.

If you are unable to chant the true names of all the magic spirits, you can also point out only the core magic spirits and summarize the other magic spirits in general terms. As long as you respect the magic spirits enough and your request is sincere enough, you can still get the magic spirits to give their full effort. The most stupid and naive beings in this world are magic spirits.

However, the biggest disadvantage of chanting is that the enemy will discover what wonders you are planning to use, but the Forsaken only acted according to the fighting instincts of life and had no ability to analyze Ash's true intentions!

The dragon warrior was submerged by the Zangjin River and completely disappeared under the calm river surface.

The Goblin Fire Dancer, who was a little further away, used its superb flying skills to avoid it, but when it came to its senses, it found that there was no one in front of it.

Cobra maneuver!

He's behind me!

Even if the Goblin Fire Dancer immediately dodges with its rich combat experience, Ash has already circled behind it, and his two swords penetrated its back. Even if the Goblin immediately ignited Ash's soul, Ash was still there. Like a burning train, pushing it forward and charging forward, the Heart Hunter Throne keeps activating and closing!

When the sixth round of black sword marks ended, the Goblin Fire Dancer was completely extinguished and dissipated. Yaxiu didn't dare to stop at all. He flapped his virtual wings with all his strength and crossed the ten-mile Golden River, narrowly avoiding the flood that had caught up with him!

"How much time do I have until I get out of hell?"

"32 minutes."

"That means I still have to run away from the Forsaken for 32 minutes—"

"No." Death Maniac shook his head: "The Black Hell will be completely submerged within 25 minutes at the latest. The Black Hell is a circular world connected from beginning to end. You see a flood behind you, but in fact there is also a flood in front of you. They will eventually converge together."

"Can I possibly hold on to the flood for 7 minutes?" Ash said: "The demigod soul should be able to withstand the erosion of time, right?"

"You can't even hold on for 1 minute." Death Maniac said calmly: "The Black Hell flood is not equal to the Golden River. When the flood fills the entire Black Hell, it will return to a static state to form a new Golden River. The flowing river water is the erosion of time, and the static river water is the cage of time. All the magicians trapped in the Golden River will not decay or move, but one second in the outside world will be 10,000 years in their consciousness."

Ash's scalp tingled when he heard this, cold sweat came out of every pore, and he subconsciously flew higher and away from the Golden River. One second is ten thousand years, and the body cannot move, like a bug imprisoned in amber, slowly drying up in the long silence... Compared with this, even death becomes gentle.

"This is the judgment of the Hell Demigods by the Void Realm." Death Maniac said: "One person can't survive."

Ash keenly heard the subtext: "Does the Black Demigod have a way?"

"The headquarters of the Black Council, the Ark of the Dead." Death Maniac said: ""Dead nails build the hull, dead hair weave the sails, ribs cover the ground, skulls build the walls, when the golden waves drown everything, only bones can pass through the curtain of death" - the Ark of the Dead is the only demigod stronghold that can resist the flood. Now the Black Demigods must be fighting there, hoping that the flood can drown the Forgotten! "

"Your only hope now is to find a way to enter the Ark of the Dead to spend the last few minutes, or collect four disasters and go directly to the fourth level of hell... But let's not talk about whether there are people who collect disasters. Even if there are, you probably don't have the spare time to carefully plunder resources. "

Ash nodded. I don't know what he was thinking about. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little bit, but the light in his eyes dimmed a little bit.

Death Maniac glanced at him, and after a moment of silence, he asked: "Are you afraid?"

Ash shook his head and said softly: "No, I just think that the Ark of the Dead sounds like a dead spectacle that will make Harvey ecstatic." He felt a little childish as he spoke, and now there was no time for him to be sad.

However, Death Maniac said: "In fact, although it is difficult to trace, it has been rumored in hell that the Ark of the Dead is the legacy of the dead king Haagen Dazs."

Ash was stunned and asked: "Don't you even know the origin of the Ark of the Dead? I thought you should have seen through all the secrets of the magician world..."

"If the Ark of the Dead is really contemporary with Haagen Dazs, it is normal for us not to know." Death Maniac said: "According to our speculation, when Haagen Dazs was active, the sixth level of the virtual realm had not yet appeared, and there were only three pillars of the four pillars...if there were three pillars at that time. "

"Such a distant story..." Ash sighed, "You must have had many wonderful experiences."

"You--"

"I know, I know, you must have experienced a lot of hardships." Ash tilted his head to look at her, "But if you are willing to share your wonderful experiences with me, I will be happy to listen. Just like people still remember Haagen-Dazs thousands of years later, it would be a pity for your wonderful stories to disappear like this, wouldn't it?"

Death Maniac glanced at him, biting the cigarette holder, but did not smoke.

"... You don't have time this time."

"Then leave it until I enter hell next time."

"Aren't you afraid that I will call thousands of Forsaken to ravage you now?" Death Maniac said sarcastically: "You want to pay the price for your naivety again?"

Really holding a grudge... Ash felt funny in his heart. He looked up and saw a fortress appearing on the horizon. He looked back at the flood behind him: "Should I go directly to the Ark of the Dead, or just search for resources?"

"Ironforge, I don't remember any wonders worth mentioning in it, don't stop. "Dead Maniac said: "But I remember there is a swordsmanship wonder in the sword tower further back, and there are a lot of resources inside, you should hurry up-"

"I know, I know."