Chapter 161: Gate of Hell
The sound of the sword instantly echoed in the cave. It was Zhou Zhilu who drew the sword first, and a flash of flame burst out from the sword.
He did not choose to attack Ji Cheng directly. After all, there was a gap in their realms. So, like Wu An, he swung his sword and looked at the formation on the ground.
But suddenly, a black shadow blocked Zhou Zhilu's knife. It turned out to be a controlled corpse.
The blade split the corpse's chest in half, but eventually got stuck in the lower body, making Zhou Zhilu so angry that he cursed and kicked it away.
Taking advantage of this gap, countless strange corpses rushed in and surrounded everyone.
"Form a formation! Kill!" Jing Zhan shouted loudly, but their military formation was more suitable for wide places, but the space in the cave was narrow, so they felt quite restricted.
Taoist Jiuyun, Yan Sanniang and the two venerable Buddhists also took action one after another and headed straight for Ji Cheng.
A large amount of wine spurted out of the gourd on Taoist Jiuyun's waist. After being contaminated by Yan Sanniang's flame, its power increased instantly, and it turned into a flaming tiger and pounced towards Ji Cheng's back!
The two Buddhist masters were not to be outdone. The Buddha's light shone behind them, and the golden palm print almost covered the entire cave!
But at this moment, Ji Cheng's body suddenly squirmed and turned into an inexplicable black sticky substance. His head suddenly twisted 180 degrees, and six slender black hands like spider legs stretched out from his back.
A powerful spiritual energy gushed out, and the black hand grabbed the head of the flaming tiger and crushed it to pieces. The golden palm print was directly shattered by the head-on collision of the other black hands.
"Eighth level perfection!" Taoist Jiuyun shouted urgently.
They did not neglect Ji Cheng, otherwise they would not have sent Taoist Jiuyun and Yan Sanniang who could cooperate with each other. The Buddhist sect also sent two people who could work together to fight against the eighth-level Venerable.
But unexpectedly, Ji Cheng has reached this level and is only one step away from the ninth level.
But only Ji Cheng himself knew how difficult it was to cross this last step. His talent was at most at the seventh level, and his current realm was achieved by devouring countless rare monsters.
However, the eighth level of perfection is still the eighth level of perfection. Taoist Jiuyun and the other three looked quite cautious and attacked Ji Cheng together again.
Zhou Zhilu and Jing Zhan were also in trouble. There were too many corpses transformed by Ji Cheng, and each of them was fearless of death. After all, they were dead. The corpses under their feet had become a small mountain, but countless corpses were still rushing towards them.
The purpose of these corpses is very simple, which is to trap them at the door so that they cannot destroy the formation.
Looking at Ji Cheng's side, the six long arms on his back firmly trapped Jiuyun Taoist and others, while there were still two hands in front of him pressing on the ground, releasing countless Sanskrit words.
In the center of the formation, a strange red light suddenly appeared, gradually forming a vortex that was slowly rotating. The aura emanating from it was creepy.
Zhou Zhilu's eyes flashed red when he saw this. It turned out that he had adopted the spiritual energy of the ancient evil. Endless evil thoughts and murderous intent burst out from the bottom of his heart, making Zhou Zhilu's fighting style instantly become desperate.
He brandished two swords in his hands, completely ignoring the swords and knives that were chopping at him. At worst, he would exchange injuries for injuries. The black spiritual energy cut a path in front of him.
Even though he had many wounds on his body, the madness in Zhou Zhilu's eyes remained unabated. He grabbed the head of a dead body and stabbed a knife into its brain. He pressed the man to the ground and stabbed the sword into the ground from the back of his head.
Then he swung his sword to chop down the corpses around him, stepped on the hilt of the sword stuck in the ground, jumped up, and instantly jumped to the top of the cave. Looking at the red crystals not far below, Zhou Zhilu roared, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out in an instant, dragging a black dragon shadow.
“Crack!”
With just a crisp sound, the red crystal on the ground was instantly pierced by the long knife and exploded into pieces.
"It's done!" Zhou Zhilu shouted excitedly, but then he found that Ji Cheng in the center of the formation did not fluctuate at all, and the red vortex was still spinning rapidly.
Seeing this, Huijian murmured anxiously, "It's too late... The connection is complete, the gate of hell is about to open..."
As Huike finished speaking, a heavy bell suddenly rang from the red vortex, and a heavy bronze door slowly rose from the red light.
A strong breath of death swept through the cave. Zhou Zhilu and others found that their spiritual energy was suppressed by this evil breath and they could hardly move.
Fortunately, the dead bodies seemed to be more afraid of this breath, and they lost control and fell to the ground.
Everyone looked at the huge bronze door rising from deep underground in shock, and a sense of fear rose in their hearts unconsciously.
"What the hell is this thing?!" Jing Zhan took a step back or two and asked through gritted teeth.
Huike clasped his hands together, silently chanted the Buddha's name, and then said, "It is said that in ancient times, a powerful man once crossed the infinite ocean and went deep into the earth, reaching an unknown space.
"There is no light at all, only ghosts and resentment abound, the air is filled with the aura of death, and countless corpses of various races are scattered throughout every corner of the land. It is simply not a place where ordinary people can survive.
"However, the sword of the powerful old friend unexpectedly flew out on its own. The boundless resentment and death energy in the space condensed into the sword god, and finally transformed into his friend who had died a hundred years ago. When this incident spread, people called that place hell."
"There is such a magical place?!" Jing Zhan exclaimed.
However, Huike shook his head and said, "Life and death in this world cannot be changed, so how can they be reversed? After the news of hell spread, countless people wanted to use it to resurrect their loved ones. Until someone developed the magic of the gate of hell, disaster also came.
"The historical records don't record what exactly happened. They simply summarize it in one sentence: the resurrected monsters took away everyone connected with them."
Everyone was puzzled when they heard this, but the huge bronze door suddenly opened with a bang, and the inside was pitch black. The crystal coffin in front of the door shattered, and a beautiful woman floated out of it.
With the blessing of the black ice, even though hundreds of years have passed, Concubine Wu's appearance has never changed.
Ji Cheng looked at Concubine Wu infatuatedly and slowly stretched out his hand, but before he could touch her, Concubine Wu's body floated into the bronze door.
Suddenly, a black vortex formed inside the door, and an extremely shrill cry came from inside the door.
Everyone felt a splitting headache the moment they heard the sound. Unable to mobilize their spiritual energy, they could only cover their ears and retreat.
Only Ji Cheng suddenly laughed out loud in front of the door. The black pus on his body kept bursting, but his laughter became more and more crazy.
Gradually, the black vortex of the huge bronze gate suddenly began to wriggle, as if something foreign was trying to emerge from it.
Ji Cheng stared intently at the black vortex inside the door and shouted loudly: "Qian Ning! Come back soon!!!"
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