Chapter 517: The Final Move

The Netherworld has existed since the beginning of the world. It is the source of evil demons, evil gods and ghosts in the world. There are many powerful natural gods, such as the Demon King, the Heavenly Killing Taoist, and this Huangquan.

Although He has never been as famous as the most famous people in the Netherworld, He is also a great power. He has always been a symbol of the cardinal of life and death, and is definitely not comparable to the current Dharma body!

Could it be that the Bo Mi Kingdom really wanted to dig through the Netherworld and let the "Huangquan" descend on the world, which caused a big disaster?

Or did the Great Emperor Zhenwu seal the "Huangquan" in the Worry-Free Valley?

Meng Qi had a lot of thoughts and felt suffocated. He took a breath and told himself that the ancient times were more than a million years ago. Even if the "Huangquan" was really sealed in the Worry-Free Valley, He would have died long ago. This is the third step of the serial task. It is impossible to face such a great power!

"The Underworld Emperor..." Soul-seeking Yaksha frowned slightly.

Meng Qi understood that he was wondering why the leader of his own organization took the nickname "The Underworld Emperor". He pretended not to hear and looked around.

This hall only has the entrance corridor and the murals, and it seems that it ends here and cannot go forward.

Jia Zhen, the "Demon of Chaos" who has rarely spoken, suddenly walked to the "Emperor of the Underworld", knelt on the ground, and kowtowed solemnly.

Silently, an entrance was cracked in the center of the mural between him and the Underworld, and the damp air came out and slanted down.

"Old Jia..." Soul-seeking Yaksha took a breath of cold air. Does he know how to open the entrance?

Jia Zhen was dressed as a scholar, and he was calm and composed: "Jia has encountered similar things about worshiping evil gods. I understand that if I can't find clues, I can kowtow in front of the statue or mural to move the gods with sincerity."

"So that's it." Soul-seeking Yaksha heard that what he said made sense, and his doubts were eliminated on the surface.

For him, no matter whether Jia Zhen was telling the truth or a lie, and what his plan was, he could watch with a cold eye when the Underworld Emperor followed quietly, and maybe he could open the secrets and gain more.

The five people walked along the entrance without saying much.

This passage kept winding down, going deep into the ground, the cold and damp feeling became heavier, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard faintly.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the front became open, and the gray bricks were paved into a square. There was a dark and deep cave in the distance, and a circle of flowers grew on the edge. The seven petals were like orchids, and the stamens were bright red.

"Carefree flower!" Soul-seeking Yaksha could not hide his joy.

Seeing the carefree flower near the entrance meant that this was indeed the door to life!

If he was a person with little experience in the martial arts world, he would have flown over at this time and entered the door first, but Soul-seeking Yaksha was knowledgeable and cunning, and he still moved forward step by step, guarding against the possible existence of evil spirits and companions with ulterior motives.

Meng Qi was in the center of the team. Following the Soul-Calling Yaksha, he stepped onto the gray square and counted silently in his heart:

"One step, two steps..."

If the ancient records are correct, even if the place outside the gate of life has been transformed into a square, as long as the positive and negative five-element trap array has not been broken, and the identity symbol of the Worry-Free Valley is not held, then every three steps, an illusion array will appear. With the help of the strong guarding this place, it can effectively resist the enemy and delay until the reinforcements in the valley arrive.

But now the positive and negative are reversed, the illusion array may have some changes!

"Three steps!" Meng Qi just finished counting silently, and fog rose around him. The vision was less than ten feet, and the senses were blocked. It seemed that he was rejected and abandoned by the world.

Meng Qi restrained his breath, observed the surroundings, recalled the previous position, and suddenly took a step diagonally.

As he took this step, the scene in front of him changed drastically, the fog became thinner, and a figure loomed in front of him, holding a Gengjin long sword, with gray hair, timid, and alert to the surroundings. It was Yang Zhenchan, the "Eight Desolate Demon Subduing Sword".

Finally, when he got the chance to attack, Meng Qi held his breath and concentrated, crossed the sword to his left hand, and grasped the hilt of Tian Zhishang with his right hand.

At this moment, Meng Qi still treated Yang Zhenchan as if he was at his peak, and he would use all his strength to fight a rabbit!

The acupoints were opened, but the Dharma image was not obvious, and everything was running inside. The Golden Crow, the Sun, the Stars, and the Chaos Hole quickly shrank and converged in the heavens. The heavens moved forward and gradually became chaotic.

Meng Qi gave people a dark and gloomy feeling, and his breath was unclear. Soon, a layer of ordinary breath floated on his surface, which was no different from usual, covering up the abnormality.

Looking at Yang Zhenchan, who was alert and vigilant, Meng Qi did not find a chance to attack, so he deliberately stepped forward.

Yang Zhenchan held the long sword, looked around and listened to all directions, and his spiritual sense covered the surroundings, not giving any chance to the external Yin spirits and possible internal ghosts.

Suddenly, he heard crisp footsteps, looked back, and his vigilance reached the highest level.

Then he saw Meng Qi, who walked out with his hands behind his back, without hostility.

"Shen Bao, the Sun Wanderer..." Seeing that it was someone he knew and that he was coming over in a swaggering manner, not sneaking around to attack, Yang Zhenchan subconsciously relaxed a little, but immediately prepared to be alert to prevent an insider.

Just as he relaxed a little and had not yet raised his spirits, Meng Qi, who was closely sensing the changes in his breath and the tightness of his sword-holding hand, took a step forward, and the sword light shone!

His vision was dim and dark, and the sword light tore through the sky and the earth, as if nothing could be cut and nothing could be cut!

Yang Zhenchan had just realized that the sword light was in front of him!

His eyes suddenly burst into a fierce and resolute look, and the feeling of shrinking disappeared without a trace. The sword energy around his body condensed, and the long sword in his hand was directly raised in a posture that violated common sense and was difficult to penetrate the sword energy.

Dang!

The long sword was cut by the sword light!

Yang Zhenchan actually reacted faster than Ze Luoju, and his moves were even more wonderful, just right in front of the sword light.

Dang!

The long sword was cut by the sword light that created the world and swung to the right. Yang Zhenchan's chest and abdomen were wide open, and a deep knife mark appeared from the center of his eyebrows to the lower navel, and his internal organs and gray could be seen.

But it was blocked after all, and Yang Zhenchan was only injured!

He was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger... Meng Qi's mind flashed, without disturbing him at all, and the long sword in his left hand had already been handed out. Every inch of stabbing, there was a flame explosion, as if there were a series of explosions in the depths of the sun.

With the help of the power of the explosion, the sword light was faster than Meng Qi had ever seen, and it went straight to Yang Zhenchan's eyebrows!

Yang Zhenchan fell into a desperate situation, but his eyes were fierce, and he actually found the only chance to survive. The long sword did not block and stabbed back. Gengjin burst out, and the sword light was incomparably fast, like a meteor chasing the moon, piercing through the scorching heat, and fell to Meng Qi's eyebrows.

Attack against attack, and use speed to defeat slowness!

Although Yang Zhenchan made a move later, he was a step faster, and it seemed that he could die with Meng Qi, forcing him to change his moves.

The swordsmanship is outstanding and unmatched, and it is not an empty statement!

The surrounding fog rolled, as if being pulled by the two sword lights, but under the absorption of the positive and negative five elements falling god formation, neither the stone slab nor the fog suffered any substantial loss or change.

Just when both sides were about to die together, Meng Qi's back muscles bulged, two arms grew, and a head appeared on his neck.

With his hands in seals, golden lotuses bloomed around him, heavy and solemn, connecting to the earth, vast and boundless.

Dang!

Yang Zhenchan's sword light was blocked by the Immovable Golden Lotus, but his sword power was unmatched, and his strength level was higher than Meng Qi. He actually broke the golden lotuses, and the remaining power was about to pierce Meng Qi's two heads.

Suddenly, Meng Qi's body grew violently, his clothes tore, and the position pointed by the sword light changed from the head to the chest.

Dang! The collision of metal and iron, the long sword whose power was mostly absorbed by the Immovable Golden Lotus only pierced a white mark.

On the other side, Meng Qi held the sword without any hesitation, as if he was ready to exchange his life for his own. When Yang Zhenchan's long sword pierced his chest, he tapped his forehead!

Yang Zhenchan's eyes were wide open, with a ferocious look, a look of surprise, and a feeling of unwillingness. He heard a light sound of "puff" in his ears, and his vision was completely dark.

Watching Yang Zhenchan fall limply, blood pouring into the flowing fire, Meng Qi exhaled, full of relief. Although he had not yet mastered the law of heaven and earth, he could still make his body a little bigger. Otherwise, he would have been stabbed in the weak spot by Yang Zhenchan's sword light, suffering a serious injury that could not be recovered for a while.

"As expected of the Dharmakaya's personal teaching, the swordsmanship is really outstanding..." Meng Qi's head and arms retracted and disappeared.

The flowing fire that absorbed the blood seemed to be happy, rolling and boiling, expanding and contracting. Gradually, it condensed into a red jade-like sword body, burning inside, no longer swallowing and spitting out flames like before.

Meng Qi waved the flowing fire, and felt it was light and easy, as if he was using his arm, and the power contained was enough to melt gold and stone.

Finally sublimated to the top grade... Meng Qi was happy and emotional.

Suddenly, he saw Yang Zhenchan's body began to rot, rotting at an indescribable speed, and even the Gengjin long sword in his hand was full of rust.

In just two or three breaths, Yang Zhenchan was left with only bones, surrounded by a pool of muddy flesh and blood, and a sword that broke at the touch.

Seeing such changes, Meng Qi frowned slightly. Was it because of what he had experienced in the past, or because of the formation? Judging from the decay of the treasure weapon, it was probably the latter...

In order to refine the elixir, Yang Zhenchan seemed to have changed everything. There were only various spiritual herbs on his body, but they also lost their vitality and decayed into mud.

Meng Qi pondered for a while, changed into the same clothes, burned the broken one to ashes, and then stepped back and fell into the fog again.

After a cup of tea, the formation started naturally and the fog disappeared.

The Soul-Calling Yaksha looked at the people who were obviously getting farther away, and was about to speak, but suddenly he smelled a rotten stench. He looked far away and found Yang Zhenchan's body. He recognized his identity from the rotten wood sword.

"You killed him!" The Soul-Calling Yaksha pointed at Meng Qi, his momentum rising, and he seemed to be ready to attack at any time. The Poisonous Hand Demon Lord and the Chaos Demon Jia Zhen were also on guard and ready to go.

Meng Qi curled his lips and sneered: "Why do you say it was someone? I think it was you!"

He looked angry and wronged.

The Soul-Calling Yaksha narrowed his eyes, and his voice seemed to have whirlpools: "You deliberately mentioned Yang Zhenchan's name before. If it wasn't you who did it, who could it be?"

"I just happened to hear that he met with you." Meng Qi pointed to his vest clothes that he deliberately restored to their original miserable state, "Then who attacked me?"

Meng Qi's wound was on his vest. Even if he could change his bones and use his hands in opposite directions, the places where he exerted force were different, and the palm prints were also different, which could be clearly distinguished.

Did he tear off his hand, embed it in the wall, and hit it with his vest?

The Soul-seeking Yaksha who remembered this slowly lost his hostility and looked at the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord and Jia Zhen with a cold look.

Jia Zhen tried to smooth things over and said, "It may not be our internal conflict. There may be some invisible monster hidden in the corridor that caused the destruction of Bo Mi."

The Soul-seeking Yaksha nodded and became more alert.

Seeing that they had put aside their doubts and did not attack him, Meng Qi thought with a sense of accomplishment that it felt good to be a "villain"...

He walked three steps in front of the Gate of Rebirth, and the few people fell into the fog again.

With the precedent of his attack on Yang Zhenchan, Meng Qi became more alert and deliberately changed his position.

The fog rolled and disappeared after a cup of tea. Meng Qi saw the Soul-seeking Yaksha.

He was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly froze, because there was a body lying on the ground, a body torn into two pieces, with the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys scattered all over the ground.

"It's him!" Meng Qi was quite shocked.

He was not surprised by the tragic state of the corpse, but that the dead person was the one he thought would never get into trouble.

The Poisonous Demon Lord!