Chapter 1111 The Art of Cycle of Life and Death

Countless hair-thin sword qi penetrated the entire space, forming an inescapable net.

——Secret Sword Star Mark!

A gust of wind surged in the dark passage.

The optical net spread out in the wind, swirling and strangling in all directions.

Severed hands, heads, chests, and internal organs were scattered all over the sky.

The stiff monk was wiped out in large swaths.

However, the monks who were still alive were unmoved.

They stood there coldly, watching the soaring sword in midair with a strange expression.

"So it's the ghost king of Huangquan who has never been born." They said at the same time.

——It was as if a certain existence spoke to Gu Qingshan through the mouths of all the monks.

next second.

All the beheaded flesh and blood corpses flew back backwards, landed on the vermilion gate, and were sucked in silently.

A bewitching red light was born on the gate.

Squeak——

The door opened slowly.

The wind is everywhere.

Hundreds of armored skeletons, armed with various weapons, flew out of the door.

Surrounded by phosphorous fire, the skeletons sped down towards Gu Qingshan.

Huangquan Ghost Soldiers!

Those cultivators who were killed by Gu Qingshan's sword, passed through this vermilion gate, and directly reincarnated as ghost soldiers of the underworld!

The remaining monks smiled strangely and said in unison:

"It is said that the ghost king of Huangquan can control all the dead. I don't believe it, come here, let me try your weight."

As if Gu Qingshan had never heard of it, he swung a huge moon-white sword glow.

All the ghost soldiers screamed in unison, and rushed towards Jianmang without avoiding or dodging.

Jingle jingle jingle jingle!

The sword light slashed at them, making countless clashing sounds.

The ghost soldiers were stunned by the sword light, and a cloud of yin energy suddenly rose from their bodies.

In an instant, they completely turned into shadows, and the giant sword glow penetrated their bodies and flew towards the far sky.

Those monks said proudly: "Ghost soldiers are born to penetrate everything in the world, I want to see how you deal with it."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Qingshan suddenly disappeared with the long sword in his hand.

He appeared in dense places of monks.

"Looking for death!" the monks yelled.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

A strong storm erupted from his body, turning into a black air current that was visible to the eyes, and scattered in all directions.

The power of the blood of the dragon!

In the past, in order to avoid this kind of domineering power from infecting others, Gu Qingshan always covered his aura with a dark and silent cloak.

After seeing the injuries on Su Xueer's body, Gu Qingshan was out of anger and didn't want to worry about anything.

Since the opening of the World Sacrifice, the power of the dragon has been completely subdued and is slowly transforming into his power.

——Gu Qingshan can already drive this kind of power!

I saw streams of black air entering the bodies of many monks, making them tremble endlessly.

The auras of various spells in their hands were instantly extinguished.

The power of the domineering dragon is eroding them and changing them.

This is the most overbearing power of the dragon!

This is the strongest Horcrux power of the ancient human race!

No matter Gu Qingshan himself, or even the most powerful person in ancient times, there is no good way to deal with the erosion of this kind of power. In the end, he can only rely on the dance of life sacrifice to slowly eliminate it.

How do these monks from other worlds know how to deal with it?

Their eyesight all recovered, but soon they couldn't bear the various screams from this force.

Maybe after a period of pain, they will have the power seed of the magic dragon, which will greatly speed up their practice, and various abilities will be developed rapidly, and their strength will rise with the tide——

But they have no future.

"die!"

Gu Qingshan spit out a word.

The dazzling brilliance turned, and countless sword shadows flew from the long sword, shooting away like a frightened bird.

More than a thousand monks who were still alive were all killed!

Countless lights and shadows turned into trickles, flew back in an instant, and submerged into Gu Qingshan's body.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm—"

Gu Qingshan closed his eyes and let out an uncontrollable sound of pain.

Those monks had just become blood descendants of the demon dragon, and they were completely killed by him, so their spiritual power, soul power, and blood power were all absorbed by Gu Qingshan.

On the God of War interface, lines of fireflies are refreshed rapidly:

"You killed 1,968 practitioners."

"Because you used the corrosive power of the blood of the dragon, according to the rules of the dragon's horcrux, all their power belongs to you."

"You have obtained 800,000 soul power."

"All other types of power are beginning to incorporate the power of the dragon, which will continue to improve your strength in the next few days."

After Gu Qing Shan glanced over, he looked down.

Those hell ghost soldiers are coming quickly.

But they are too slow for shrinking.

"No! Those are my strengths!"

An angry voice sounded from the vermilion gate.

As Gu Qingshan saw just now, it needs to absorb everything from the monks before it can be transformed into a ghost pawn.

Gu Qingshan only tried one sword, and immediately eroded all the monks with the power of the dragon, and then transformed it into his own power.

His strategy changed so quickly that Zhu Hongmen didn't even have time to react.

Now, Vermilion Gate can no longer get those powers.

"Souls, return to the underworld!"

There was a buzzing sound from the vermilion gate.

——The only thing left in the field are the souls of those monks.

Thousands of souls flew towards the vermilion gate in panic.

They didn't even know how they died just now, so naturally they have to run away from Gu Qingshan quickly.

Gu Qingshan watched this scene quietly, and said softly:

"Since those who dare to hurt me, don't go to hell."

He drew out the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff.

All souls immediately stagnated in the void, unable to move an inch.

Those who have died must respect the orders of the ghost king of Huangquan, otherwise their souls will be completely dissipated.

The vermilion gate let out a roar that shook the sky: "Ghost king, how dare you be so presumptuous, my god of ghost gate wants you to die today!"

The void vibrated violently.

The light and shadow belonging to the secret corridor is becoming erratic and illusory.

——The whole world is an illusion.

And another world is gradually revealed.

Divine skill, reincarnation of life and death!

Cloudy, ghostly, above the dim yellow river, there is a pass with jagged rocks.

The vermilion gate stood at this gate, emitting a dazzling red light.

"Come on, let's all enter the underworld, ghost king, you and your people will be trapped here by me from now on, and you will never be out of date!"

I saw countless gods and monsters coming from far and near.

Gu Qingshan looked down, Su Xueer and Lanxiu were also drawn into the shadow of this world.

The voice of Earth Sword suddenly sounded:

"Gu Qingshan, think of a way, this is the shadow of the alternation of the two worlds, once this technique is completed, the shadow of the world will become real, then we will stay in this world completely."

Gu Qingshan said expressionlessly: "I can see it, but I want to say—"

"It dares to let me return to the underworld..."

On the scepter, the eye sockets of the one-horned skull emitted a piercing red light.

Gu Qingshan shouted: "No matter who you are, wake up now, our war is about to begin."

——The source of the dead!

With this power, the ghost king of Huangquan can communicate with all the dead through the air, and even wake up the dead who have fallen asleep immediately.

Immediately, in the fragments of the underworld, all the dead who were sleeping in the eighteenth hell opened their eyes at the same time.

In an instant, they knew what was going on.

After countless years, the ruler of hell finally appeared!

Gu Qingshan swung the prison-suppressing ghost king's staff fiercely, and roared:

"Come on, no matter who you were ruled by or what kind of karma you have had, from this moment on, hell is under my control!"

——The prison world collapsed!

This is the divine power to open the eighteen layers of hell.

The dead began to appear densely in Huangquan.

Relying on the power of the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff, they were released from the collapsing hell!

"If someone dares to stop me..." Gu Qingshan said lightly.

The scepter radiated infinite red light, which made the whole world of Huangquan start to vibrate.

Beside the Datiewei mountain and the bank of the Wangchuan River, the ground was plunged into violent tremors.

——Six paths of battle!

Hell begins to separate from Huangquan!

Rumble rumble——

The entire eighteen layers of hell are breaking away from the depths of the underworld.

Hundreds of millions of dead screamed together.

"Long live the ghost king!"

"No one can stand against the King of Hell!"

at the same time.

The panicked voices of countless gods sounded at the same time:

"Quickly undo the cycle of life and death!"