Chapter 817 The Same Road (Second Update)

The mountain was towering, pitch black, like a tower, smooth and difficult to climb, and there was a sense of confinement all around, making it impossible for Meng Qi to fly. When he got close, he fell directly, as if a stone had sunk into the sea. He stepped on the ground with dark green vines growing wildly, shaking the ground a few times.

The vines were broken, and blood flowed out, strange and bright red.

Meng Qi looked up and saw that the mountain was thousands of feet high, towering into the dark clouds. The only passage was a winding path that went up, which circled the mountain, looming and circling like a dragon.

"It seems to have entered another world..." Meng Qi, who was experienced in reincarnation, frowned and judged the current situation.

Could this be the basis for Hasu La and others to counterattack?

If so, in order to leave or take the initiative, judging from the changes in the pivot of heaven and earth and the convergence of qi, they might have to climb to the top of the mountain.

Meng Qi observed the environment based on his experience and his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, while using the Jade Void Divination to make deductions. At this time, dark green vines grew wildly and wrapped around his ankles. The thorns on them opened, but they could not penetrate them.

"It feels a bit like the Nine Netherworld or the Demon Realm." Through comparison, Meng Qi understood a little. He used "I Am the Only One" and "Original Heart Seal" to keep himself from being affected by the illusion. He looked around with wisdom and confirmed that there was no one. Then he took a step and walked steadily towards the mountain road.

On both sides of the mountain road were strange stones, as if they were transformed from evil demons after death, which made those who set foot on it shudder.

In the center was a slightly muddy black soil, permeated with a pungent dark red liquid.

"Where did the others go?" Meng Qi recalled the sudden change at that time and felt that many masters were involved, but there was no trace of them here.

Could it be that this world is bigger than imagined?

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Chen Zhao brought his junior sister Liu Zejun to the dark and towering mountain and found that they could not fly here. There was only a small path leading to the top of the mountain.

The two sides of the path were stones like evil spirits, which were eerie and strange, and the center was paved with pieces of ice that had been there for thousands of years, emitting a trace of cold air, crystal clear, and you could see your own reflection.

"Ice Soul Mirror Heart Road..." Chen Zhao said to himself, "Junior sister, this is really similar to the Ice and Snow Fairy Palace."

The only difference is that the "Mirror Heart Road" of the Ice and Snow Fairy Palace leads from the palace gate to the main hall, while here it is climbing to the top of the mountain.

"This place is probably related to the Ice and Snow Fairy Palace." Liu Zejun had also been to the Ice and Snow Fairy Palace and had an adventure, so he was not unfamiliar with it.

The Ice and Snow Fairy Palace is the great secret of the Far North. It is a fairy palace discovered by various sects and families when they explored the core of the Far North for many generations. It is bizarre and has various adventures, but no one has ever been able to really go deep. Even so, the adventures in the periphery alone benefit those who enter by chance. As long as they don't die in it, they can often achieve something. This is a big part of the reason why Chen Zhao was able to become a master before the age of 30.

As it is related to their own strength, the sects and families in the Far North have tacitly kept this secret and have never revealed it to the strong men from the south who came to the Far North to find natural materials and treasures.

Chen Zhao laughed: "I just encountered this encounter after a setback. God really treats me well."

Not to mention the potential adventures, just taking a trip to the Ice Soul Detective Heart Path can make your own shadow "clearly" exposed, which is helpful for resolution and perfection.

Liu Zejun was obviously relieved, and he smiled and congratulated, and then he was in the mood to say: "The swordsman who just passed by was really powerful. Is it so scary to meet a strong man in the south?"

And judging from his aura and appearance, he might be younger than himself!

Chen Zhao grinned: "Such a person is probably rare in the south, but it really makes me understand that there are people beyond the sky, and it is not advisable to be self-satisfied and sit in a well and watch the sky."

He looked up at the top of the mountain and muttered to himself: "Such a world and such a martial art are interesting."

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled his junior sister to set foot on the "Ice Soul Mirror Heart Road".

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The Nether Emperor, who was ten feet tall and looked at ordinary people like ants, stood in front of the winding path. Every move he made had a feeling of divine weapons shaking the void, like the arrival of an ancient great power.

Each of his bones seemed to be owned by a giant, with an illusory feeling, as if he was everywhere, controlling the life and death of the universe, which was extremely terrifying, but this feeling was obviously incomplete and could never be integrated. The omnipresence finally came to reality.

The blood-yellow mist was lingering, covering his figure and appearance. The Nether Emperor was holding the black-tubed white-haired and white-tubed black-haired life and death pens, looking at the path in front of him, as if there was a divine light shooting out of the mist.

He had been to this secret place many times, but never met today.

The bones of Huangquan's true body could actually arouse the remaining thoughts of the Demon Lord and cause mutations!

The Life and Death Sect was separated from the "Original Demonic Path". It practiced the "Huangquan True Method" transformed by the Demon Lord, but later the inheritance was broken many times. More than 3,000 years ago, the ancestor had an encounter and entered the "Life and Death Heaven" and rebuilt the sect.

It was this ancestor who cultivated the Huangquan True Method to the Dharmakaya level through normal means, and sensed the "Huangquan Corpse" in the dark. He then went through hardships and found the Nine Nether Rift, and discovered the "powerful remains" of the evil god Huangquan and the secret method of refining the living dead in a certain secret place.

From then on, the leaders of the Immortal Life and Death Sect of all generations tried their best to combine the Huangquan Corpse with the Huangquan True Method. It was not until the previous generation that it was finally perfected. Unfortunately, the old leader's life span had ended and it was difficult to try. The Emperor of the Netherworld had been working hard for this since his debut, and finally reached the last moment.

As long as a fresh Dharmakaya body is used as a trigger, one can transform Yin into Yang, turn death into life, and obtain the unprecedented "Yellow Spring True Body". With a body that is still close to the legend after decay, one can directly obtain part of the power of life and death, half "god" and half "immortal", becoming a "special human immortal" who can sweep the earthly immortals, and can break through and be promoted in a very short time. It won't take many years for him to become a heavenly immortal, dominate the contemporary world, establish the underworld on earth, and control the survival of living beings.

Unfortunately, repeated attempts failed to successfully capture a Dharmakaya, but instead suffered serious damage.

The past flashed by, and the Nether Emperor didn't care about the stones on both sides of the path that looked like evil spirits, but the illusory blood-yellow stream flowing in the middle of the path made him cautious and slightly happy.

"Is there the 'Yellow Spring True Water' condensed when the Demon King deduced the Yellow Spring True Law on the top of the peak?" The Nether Emperor looked at the indifferent stream that had nothing to do with life and death and had forgotten the past, and took a solemn step.

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Ye Yuqi walked on the snow-covered path, the "Ice Soul Cold Light Sword" drooped, the tip of the sword seemed to be dragged forward, and the strangely shaped nightmare stones on both sides seemed to be frozen by ice and snow.

Suddenly, an old woman appeared in front of her, with a hunched figure, a chicken-skinned face, white hair, and cloudy eyes.

Next to her was a wooden barrel, holding a chipped stone bowl in her hand, and said in a shrill voice:

"Drink this bowl of Mengpo soup, and forget the past. The unfaithful man and the unkind wife will meet on the road as passers-by, and never hear of pain and pain again!"

"Mengpo soup..." Ye Yuqi was stunned, his eyes were dim and uncertain, and he raised his left hand, his ten fingers like scallions, slowly stretched out, as if he wanted to take the bowl of Mengpo soup.

The fingertips touched and passed through, but it was an illusion.

The corners of Ye Yuqi's mouth curled up, revealing a faint smile, a bit of hardship and a bit of willingness, retracted his hand, and walked to the top of the peak.

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Meng Qi stepped on the slightly muddy black soil, worried about other masters being in trouble. He was cautious but his pace was relatively fast.

After walking for a while and circling the mountain twice, the black fog in front of him began to thicken, isolating his spirit and blocking his eyes and ears.

Subconsciously, Meng Qi slowed down his pace, holding a knife in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, and stepped into the fog without hiding anything.

The fog rolled and suddenly parted, and a figure appeared in front of Meng Qi. He was wearing an ancient crown and a wide robe, with large sleeves fluttering, dressed in medieval style, with a tall body, black hair tied into a Taoist bun, and a majestic aura that penetrated the world and was full of hatred for everything, as if he wanted to destroy all living things, destroy the world, and destroy himself!

This aura was covered with the dust of the years, crossing the long river of time, making it impossible for people to resist.

He slowly turned around, revealing a strange face, with a thick right hand, twice as thick as that of an ordinary person, and his nails were like swords. The back of his hand was covered with dark and strange patterns, full of evil blood and overwhelming hatred.

Demon Emperor Claw? Which generation of master is he? Meng Qi had seen the general appearance of the Demon Emperor Claw outside the Demon Tomb. He glanced at it and his thoughts fluctuated.

The figure had a calm expression, and his eyes were filled with hatred that would last forever. He said calmly but with infinite murderous intent: "Qi, I will drag you to death with me."

Qi, Saint Emperor Qi? Meng Qi immediately understood who this person was.

The third generation master of the Demon Emperor Claw, "Emperor Hate Heaven", obtained the Demon Emperor Claw after the Human Emperor passed away, and inherited the "Original Demonic Path". Hundreds of years later, he set off a monstrous demonic catastrophe and wanted to destroy the world, but Saint Emperor Qi was in power at the time, with powerful strength and many gods and immortals gathered to suppress him.

In the end, he died at the hands of Saint Emperor Qi in the peak battle, and Saint Emperor Qi passed away three years later, almost perishing together.

"Is this the battlefield of Saint Emperor Qi and Emperor Hate Heaven?" Meng Qi recalled what he knew and felt that the geographical location was wrong. At that time, they fought in the area of ​​the Burial God Desert in the Western Regions, and this was the Arctic ice field.

If it wasn't their battlefield, how could there be a remnant of Emperor Hatetian's breath, or his last words before his death?

After careful identification, it was confirmed that Emperor Hatetian was just a residual projection, not even a breath. Meng Qi walked around with doubts.

After walking a few steps forward, the fog rolled and cracked again, and a figure sat in front. His hair was white and scattered on his back, his eyes were scarlet, and his hatred was true. His face was handsome but a little cold. His clothes were old, and his right hand was also thick, covered with dark and evil patterns, overflowing with unspeakable hatred.

"It's the Demon Emperor Claw again..." Meng Qi glanced and roughly knew the other party's identity.

The fourth-generation owner of the Demon Emperor Claw, "Evil Emperor" Xie Tianshu.

He was a talented and righteous hero who was once famous in the Middle Ages. Many saints were inspired by him, but for some reason he suddenly fell into depravity, was filled with hatred, betrayed his sect, became mad, killed his master and brother, and grew into a left-wing giant. Later, he obtained the Demon Emperor's Claw and unified the Demonic Path, ushering in a dark period until it was ended by the earliest saints of the Middle Ages.

The Middle Ages was the era of the struggle between good and evil within the human race.

"Hate!" "Evil Emperor" Xie Tianshu roared to the sky, full of unwillingness.

Meng Qi took a breath and saw the last remaining scenes of the Demon Emperor's Claw's masters. Could this place be related to the Demon Emperor's Claw?

Second update~