Chapter 576: I'm home, but it's not you who's home, it's me
[Bull-Head Corpse (Level 3 Ascension)]: 8.7 billion/12 billion
【Cultivation】: Pseudo-Hedao Realm
[Current Status]: Chaos Instinct, Hades' Shadow, Will of Death, Obsession, Law of Death, Law of Soul, Law of Life.
[Analysis]: One of the ancient underworld generals, he was driven by his own obsession to stand up again after his death in battle, and continued to shoulder his own responsibilities and guard the gate of the underworld.
The huge bronze door rumbled and was already half open.
The bull-headed corpse, which was a hundred meters tall, was covered in tattered ancient armor, and its eyes were cloudy, flashing with a cold scarlet light.
Holding a giant battle axe taller than itself, it strode towards the door, shaking the void with every step.
Its left horn was broken in half by some unknown force, but its right horn was still as sharp as before, constantly emitting a terrifying and captivating aura.
On the left side of its chest, a penetrating wound that went from front to back almost hollowed out its left chest cavity.
The dried flesh and blood that had long been embedded in the fragments of armor were chaotically intertwined with the power of laws that had long been unrecognizable as something, gnawing in all directions.
Following behind the Bull Head was another figure that was also a hundred meters tall and extremely majestic.
Even though his flesh and skin have dried up and turned gray, one can still see the heroic appearance he had in life.
Unlike the bull head, whose body remained mostly intact, the upper half of the being following closely behind had been completely disfigured, and even half of its head had been cut off by something unknown.
The chest and abdomen were covered with crisscrossing scars, with dark and burnt yellow bones exposed, and many places had sharp breaks.
Looking closely at its outline, one can vaguely make out that this humanoid creature seems to have the head of a warhorse.
It's just a little too incomplete.
Rotten hair and flesh covered most of the exposed skull.
Turbid brain matter mixed with long-dried blood fell down, covering the sunken eye sockets.
Even so, the broken gun in its hand was still held tightly.
Even though the spear tip had already broken, it still continued to emit a cold spear intent.
[Horse-Faced Corpse (Level 3 Ascension)]: 5.8 billion/15 billion
【Cultivation】: Pseudo-Hedao Realm
[Current Status]: Chaos Instinct, Hades' Shadow, Will of Death, Obsession, Law of Death, Law of Soul, Law of Life.
[Analysis]: One of the ancient underworld generals, he was driven by his own obsession to stand up again after his death in battle, and continued to shoulder his own responsibilities and guard the gate of the underworld.
Looking at the two huge monsters that were constantly stepping out in front of them, and the white bone ghost soldiers they led, all the strong men present, except Lu Wenwu and Gris, showed horror on their faces.
At this moment, myths and legends have completely entered the world!
Yushen Wuzun couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked tremblingly, "Mr. Lulu, could this be the legendary Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Devil? Is behind this door the underworld? Does this place really exist?"
"Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced, the underworld? I guess so."
Lu Wenwu's Eye of True Vision continued to emit golden light, and a vast flow of information continued to converge from higher dimensions, eventually appearing before his eyes.
Although the structure was different from the underworld he was familiar with, the ghost soldiers and the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons here had real physical bodies, and the overall structure and functions seemed slightly different.
But there is no doubt that this place can indeed be called the underworld.
Lu Wenwu felt that familiar breath.
He guessed that this place might have been transformed using fragments of the former fairyland, becoming an independent space like the Dragon Palace.
However, the laws here are more perfect and the space is larger.
It can be called a real small world.
What concerned Lu Wenwu was that the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Demon used the word "die in battle" in their analysis of the Eye of True Vision.
Rather than sitting in meditation.
Judging from the injuries on the two people in front of him, it seemed like they had indeed experienced an extremely brutal battle, and even Horse-Faced's natal magic weapon had been shattered.
What is even more puzzling is.
According to the analysis given by the Eye of True Vision and the conclusion drawn by Lu Wenwu himself through empirical analysis, this ancient bronze door is not the portal to the underworld in mythology.
Instead, it is a seal!
A tomb door that was never intended to be opened when it was first designed, and which can completely seal the shadow world belonging to the dead!
Now this bronze door can open automatically, not because the set opening time has arrived.
Simply because it's damaged.
Any man-made device requires maintenance.
Even if the powerful immortal weapon created by countless powerful Hedao immortals has the function of self-repair, it still requires sufficient energy to maintain it and also requires a certain degree of regular maintenance.
This powerful seal, which has stood for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, has been decaying and damaged along with its body and restrictions as the concentration of spiritual energy in the universe has decreased.
By now, the restrictions and formations on the seal have long been worn out due to lack of energy replenishment.
The underworld, which had been sealed by the immortals in the Immortal Court for who knows how many years, has finally reappeared in the light of day!
"Intruder detected."
"Body Refining. Immortal Venerable!"
After the bronze door was completely opened, the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons led the army of ghost soldiers and stood at the other end of the broken ancient starry sky road.
The bull's mouth opened and closed slightly, uttering an ancient language that no one could understand.
This is a language from ancient times. It contains a lot of information in just a few syllables. It is extremely obscure and difficult to understand, and it is abstruse and difficult to pronounce.
Only Lu Wenwu, who has been blessed by the system to know the language of all things, can understand it.
"Immortal Court!"
"Trespassing into the underworld will lead to death without mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Niu Tou swung the axe in his hand fiercely, making a terrifying slash that almost tore the universe apart.
It seemed to have mobilized the power of a world to a certain extent, and the attacks it launched were not something that ordinary people at the star level were qualified to withstand.
Even if a Martial Saint who had condensed three star maps fought against it, he would be severely damaged in an instant by this attack that was tainted with the power of the Great Dao.
"Immortal Court."
Lu Wenwu jumped high and punched out with his military killing fist, smashing the slash into pieces.
He looked at the army of ghost soldiers charging in formation below with a playful look in his eyes.
It seems that the talkative Dragon Palace Spirit still has something to say.
The Immortal Court and the Underworld actually went to war!
The seal of the underworld was probably the work of these guys.
Is the war that tore the world apart and the departure of the immortals in the fairy court related to the current underworld?
Is it likely that the confrontation between the two sides will turn into a three-way melee?
Things are getting more and more interesting!
Come on, Minotaur, let me see your purity!
In a flash, Lu Wenwu had transformed into a giant a hundred meters tall and fought with Niu Tou.
As the leader of the alien race, Gris was no less capable. He transformed into a hundred-meter-long skeleton and approached Horse-Face with a sword in hand, with the sword and gun intentions crisscrossing each other.
The strong men of alien races and humans rushed into the almost endless battle formation of ghost soldiers, and advanced from two directions towards the bronze gate that sealed the underworld.
No one knows what is behind this door.
The aliens came under Gris's orders, ready to seize what was behind the bronze door.
The human race came here based on the information given by Lu Wenwu, ready to compete with the alien race and take the opportunity to severely damage its manpower.
However, both parties knew one thing clearly at this time.
Whatever the enemy wants to do, it will be impossible for him to accomplish it.
Whatever the enemy opposes you to do, you must do it!
So, who cares what's behind it?
Just do it!
Anyway, we must not let the other party get it!
The road formed by the dark power of death stretched out in the void, and the phosphorescent fire of bones illuminated the already gloomy road into a bleak blue.
The robes of more than ten human martial saints fluttered like flowing clouds, and various ancient treasures were waved together, forming a formation and pushing forward.
As Doutian Wusheng flipped his palm, the black gold staff swept across the battlefield, as if causing the stars to fall, and shattered the skeleton ghost soldiers riding on skeleton horses into pieces.
The Sky-lifting Martial Saint swung his sword horizontally, and the frosty blade almost brushed the back of the alien Martial Saint on the other side, tearing a dark crack in the void and cutting apart countless ghost soldiers who were rushing forward.
The silver light like a flying sword pierced through the chaotic battlefield, and thousands of ghost soldiers suddenly exploded into pieces on the ground.
As the Martial Saint Yushen controlled his spiritual thoughts and killed crazily on the battlefield, he suddenly turned to the right, and his left arm suddenly exploded into a bloody mist.
It was an ancient silver needle hidden in the dark wind by a martial saint of an alien race. After piercing through hundreds of ghost soldiers, it was stuck in his broken shoulder blade and trembling, trying to break free and return to the control of its master.
"snort!"
The old man, who was usually taciturn, snorted coldly and pulled out the silver needle without changing his expression.
The tremendous mental power surged, instantly erasing the soul mark on the silver needle and then imprinting his own soul on it.
The alien martial saint's face suddenly turned pale, and blood oozed from his mouth and nose.
A heavy roar resounded, and the chariot pulled by eighteen skeletal war horses dragged a series of blazing blood-flame gullies on the battlefield.
The sharp horns did not slow down at all, and instantly pierced the alien martial saint who failed in his sneak attack and was beaten back by a handful of rice, and lifted him up high.
It's like a tank rampaging across the battlefield.
Humans, aliens, and the evil soldiers pouring out of the bronze gate.
Before they even stepped in, the three parties were already fighting.
Both humans and aliens want to enter the underworld, but neither of them wants to let the other enter the underworld.
While ostensibly joining forces to fight against the army of ghost soldiers, both sides were also looking for opportunities to sneak attack each other and would not miss any opportunity to kill or injure the opponent.
The purple-armored female saint raised the staff in her hand, and then large patches of starlight were sprinkled out, and violent silver light fell. The gorgeous light contained the most sinister murderous intent.
The army of skeletons within a thousand feet was instantly evaporated, and the remaining souls turned to ashes along with their obsessions.
When she was about to release the second forbidden star spell, the glass hairpin behind her head suddenly broke after shining brightly.
The alien martial saint's bone whip, shaped like a wild bull, was wrapped around her calf, and the scraping sound of metal and iron caused by the ancient treasure and protective magic weapon was clanging and screaming.
In the distance, a Martial Saint of an alien race with wings on his back tore through space and stretched out his sharp claws. However, the corrupt curse condensed on the tips of his claws was diverted midway by the powerful mental force of the Martial Saint Yushen, and instead smashed the bone whip of the Martial Saint Barbarian Bull.
Countless broken weapons were suspended and trembling in the void, and broken bones and fragments of magic weapons mixed into a deadly sandstorm.
“Boom!”
The bronze gate was shaking continuously and had already opened to two-thirds of its position.
As the thick beam of light erupted from the gate and pierced through the battlefield, the roars and fighting of the three races almost shattered the Bridge of Death beneath their feet. The ancient evil spirit that surged out of the cracks made everyone's muscles tense.
"What a bunch of idiots! What's the point of fighting these dead puppets! Charge in!"
Gris raised his hand to block the spearmanship of the Horse-Faced Warrior, roared at the alien martial saints, and swung his sword at the Horse-Faced Warrior's neck.
Lu Wenwu knocked back the remains of the Bull Head with a single punch and sent a message to the Sky-lifting Martial Saint: "Don't linger in the fight, get inside as quickly as possible. I know the underworld well. If these ghost soldiers show up here right now, the Ghost Gate will open wide. Charge straight ahead along the Yellow Springs Road, where the red spider lilies are in full bloom. Remember not to look back, and don't let any distractions creep in."
As a former outstanding employee of the Ghost Gate Security Bureau, no one knows the underworld better than Lu Wenwu.
This is true even if this is not a workplace he is familiar with.
Under the influence of an external force known as "world convergence," the structures within this underworld may differ slightly in details.
But the general structure is absolutely the same.
If there is something important in the underworld, the most likely place for it to appear is Fengdu City.
You can’t go wrong if you dig into it.
The gray stone slabs of the ancient starry sky road were oozing an ink-like chaotic aura from the cracks, and the alien races and humans simultaneously launched a charge towards the front.
A battle formation consisting of one hundred and eight giant skeletons stepped out from the bronze gate, the ghostly green fire in their eye sockets burning the blood and energy filled with yang energy, making a sizzling sound.
"rush!"
“Kill it!”
The roars full of fighting spirit and the roars in the fight were mixed together.
Broken fragments of ancient treasures floated around the battlefield, reflecting the dark light of blood and ghost fire.
After killing several giant white-skeletal elephants, the sword formation jointly launched by the human martial saints suddenly turned around, and three thousand green swords, wrapped in the murderous sword intent, rushed towards the battle formation formed by the alien race.
Inside the bronze door, the shockwaves from the bone war drum tore through everyone's protective energy.
A rain of arrows formed from rotten finger bones was piercing the fat bodies of the two martial saints of the Fengji tribe.
The west side of the battlefield suddenly lit up with a blood-red light.
An endless sea of blood descended at this moment, turning into a magic sword and blasting towards the bull head.
The unparalleled and domineering true meaning of martial arts seemed to be real, and the huge body of the bull head suddenly froze on the spot.
"Gudong!"
The huge bull head slid from the shoulders and fell to the ground, stirring up a breath of death.
At this time, the bronze door had been completely opened, and more ghost soldier skeletons rushed out from it.
Their number is like the vast ocean, and at a glance there are millions of them!
The strong men of each race cursed and reorganized their formation to continue advancing, but the killing moves in their hands were still roaming around each other's vital points, harming each other in the killing.
In the web woven by thunder and poisonous fog, everyone kept their eyes and ears open, always alert to attacks from the front and sudden attacks from the side.
When the third wave of ghost soldiers broke through the void and arrived, the number and quality that made people despair at first sight forced the strong men on both sides to temporarily put aside their grudges.
The two sides no longer fought each other, but joined forces to move forward.
After cutting open the remains of the Horse-Faced Monster, Gris spewed out black mist from his mouth and casually refined the corpses of the dead alien warriors into white bone shields wrapped with dense blood vessels.
"You idiot, do you really think I'm the same as you? I'm home! I'm leaving first, so just follow me and eat my ass!"
Gris laughed loudly, and black light surged all over his body. He grabbed the alien warrior and rushed towards the bronze door.
Wherever he passed, those ghost soldiers simply ignored him!
"What a wicked fellow! He actually skipped a level."
"I didn't want to do this. This is a precious souvenir after all!"
Lu Wenwu, who had just got ready to fight with his fists, sighed slightly, and with a shock, he knocked all the attacking ghost soldiers to the ground.
Then, he slowly took out a token and put it in his mouth, chewing it.
At the same time, a series of intertwined mysterious Dao marks burst out from his body, which were vaguely in harmony with the Great Dao.
The ghost soldiers who had been attacking like mad dogs suddenly stopped and stood still like sculptures.
"You're home, and so am I."
(End of this chapter)
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