With the death of the delirious creature, the Wind Vein Earth Dragon let out a low groan, its wings could no longer flap, and it crashed to the ground.
Shang Yan, who was originally standing on the Wind Vein Earth Dragon, reacted extremely quickly and used the vines in his hands to instantly entangle Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat, safely sending them back to the ground.
"It seems we've really gotten ourselves into trouble this time." Shang Yan stared at the black beam of light shooting into the sky, a chilling aura enveloping the entire world.
Centered on a black pillar of light, a dark and eerie city gradually appeared in the sky, like a reflection of the city itself.
It's just that half of it is yin and the other half is yang.
A thick, chilling aura poured down from the lifeless city above, accompanied by gusts of eerie wind.
After Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat were placed on the ground, he asked the Ninth Seat, "What exactly was that?"
"The Altar of the God of the Underworld." The Ninth Seat's expression was solemn. "It's something used to summon the God of the Underworld, of course. Do you know Osiris?"
Osiris, one of the nine Egyptian Ennead, is the god of the underworld.
Upon hearing the name, Lin Qiye frowned. He knew the name; in fact, he had known it before.
Osiris was one of the four Outer Gods who stole the fragments of Fengdu.
Unexpectedly, the altar summoned him.
"Unexpectedly, by some twist of fate, he was actually summoned." The Ninth Seat stared at the sky with a gloomy expression.
Lintang City was plunged into darkness, and the inverted Netherworld was now fully revealed to everyone.
A dense aura of death churned in the air.
Shang Yan brandished the trident in his hand, looked at the churning death energy in the sky, and reached out his hand towards it.
The death aura posed no threat to him. In fact, the moment it came into contact with Shang Yan, the eerie and cold death aura swirled around him and refused to dissipate.
"Huh?"
A gaunt figure dressed in a white robe with a golden belt around his waist slowly emerged from the pillar of light.
His eyes were sunken, and his skin was dark and cracked, making him look like a long-dead mummy. He held a golden curved cane in his hand.
The curved staff, emitting a ghostly glow, pointed at Shang Yan, and countless blades of death energy condensed and slashed towards him.
Shang Yan slowly raised his head, his clear blue eyes reflecting the blade of death that was slashing towards him.
The trident in his hand quickly transformed into a bone sword.
Buzz—
bite--
A clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the space.
"Yan Yan!" Her voice preceded her arrival.
Even faster than his voice came the sword intent he unleashed.
Just as Shang Yan, wielding the bone sword, was about to block the attack, a sword aura slashing from afar severed the deathly blade.
As the deathly aura dissipated, Shang Yan turned his head and saw Zhou Ping standing beside him.
He stood tall and elegant beside Shang Yan, catching his breath for a moment.
"You've arrived?" Shang Yan asked softly.
"Yes, I'm here." Zhou Ping nodded slightly, then looked at Osiris flying high in the sky, his gaze sharpening. "Wasn't the altar cut in two?"
Hearing him say that, Shang Yan felt a little guilty.
"It was cut in half, but... I just slapped that third seated man into the altar. After he died, the altar absorbed his spiritual power, and that's how it happened..."
Knowing he had caused trouble, Shang Yan became somewhat hesitant and submissive.
Zhou Ping glanced at him in surprise.
He hesitated for a moment before stammering, "It's not your fault... it's just a coincidence."
"Just beat him away."
Osiris, standing inside the City of the Dead, looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
He glanced at the city with disdain, then smiled contemptuously, and his full divine aura descended.
"Fight me? With just the two of you?"
"I, the great ruler of the underworld, the god of the underworld who holds the power of death and immortality, have descended upon this place. Gods of Great Xia, where are you?"
His arrogant attitude clearly showed that he didn't take Shang Yan and Zhou Ping seriously.
"Controlling death and immortality?" Shang Yan suddenly laughed after hearing this. "Then we should be about the same."
He controls the laws of life and death, so isn't that putting him in direct conflict with Osiris, the god of the underworld?
bite--
The Dragon Elephant Sword rang out, its sound resounding throughout heaven and earth.
"You are not worthy of my Great Xia God's intervention," Zhou Ping said, sword in hand, as he faced off against Osiris.
Shang Yan echoed, "Maybe you can't even beat the two of us."
A green light surged in his eyes, and the power of revival was bestowed upon Zhou Ping.
The two exchanged a glance, needing no further words.
Zhou Ping stepped out from mid-air, sword in hand, and slashed with his sword!
The chilling, sharp sword energy was aimed directly at Osiris's face!
Shang Yan threw the bone sword into the sky above Lintang City. With his blessing, a transparent protective shield was formed around the bone sword. The originally pouring down cold death energy was absorbed when it touched the protective shield.
He clasped his hands together, and when he opened them again, a spear composed of life and death energy appeared in his hands.
Taking advantage of Zhou Ping's momentary lapse in close combat, he threw his spear into the air.
"Gun-transform!"
One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight... Tens of thousands of spears emitting a chilling aura appeared in the sky.
After Osiris used his curved staff to block Zhou Ping's sword strike, Shang Yan slightly raised his hand and said, "Go."
Zhou Ping reacted extremely quickly, flashing to Shang Yan's side before the rain of gunfire began.
Thousands of spears, imbued with deathly aura, rained down on Osiris. After deflecting thousands of spears with his curved staff, Osiris dodged into his own Netherworld.
Seeing how easily he dodged Shang Yan's wide-range attacks.
Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes and gripped the Dragon Elephant Sword even tighter. An unprecedented sword intent erupted from his body. He raised his hand and, in an instant, cleaved through space.
The next moment, Shang Yan and his figure disappeared from the spot.
Osiris stared at Shang Yan, who had suddenly appeared before him, his pupils shrinking sharply. "The Law of Life and Death... Who are you?"
Shang Yan gripped his spear, his momentum undiminished. "Let's see—whose laws are stronger?"
He flicked Osiris's cane away with a single shot.
At the same time, Zhou Ping appeared behind Osiris and slashed with his sword, a dazzling sword light blooming!
boom--
In the heart of the chilling ghost realm, a sword mark lies across the landscape.
Osiris reached out and summoned the crank staff that had been flung away.
The figures of the two humans and the god alternated at an extremely fast speed in this realm.
After Osiris was kicked backward by Shang Yan, his hand holding the cane trembled slightly.
"You are not the Great Xia God! Who are you?" A Greek god, or a Norse god?
The laws of life and death emanating from this person are actually this strong?
And the person next to him, radiating sword intent...
Seeing that Osiris's gaze was fixed on Shang Yan, Zhou Ping silently stepped in front of him.
"She is my wife."
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