Chapter 2100 Zhang Wudi's Power

After hanging up the phone, I took a deep breath, then lay down on the bed with a tired face, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Although I was in the underworld for a short time, the things I experienced in this short time were not few, nor were they not dangerous. If I was a second slower in entering the underworld and returning to the human world, I might even be beaten to pieces now.

"Is the strange gate of hell in the Styx connected to the underworld? If the underworld was captured, then, would that gate of hell... be the only intact gate of hell left in the underworld?"

I frowned and pondered, but then shook my head.

"No, that door has already appeared in the Styx, and the underworld was only recently attacked, so the time doesn't match!"

I denied this guess because the time difference is too big, unless the underworld knew it was going to be attacked, so it took away a ghost gate in advance.

But this is not in line with common sense.

Because what's the use of taking away a ghost gate?

"Is there any connection between the half ghost face that sticks out from behind the door and the current situation of the underworld?" There are

too many doubts, causing my head to start to ache.

I sighed, then turned over, and after a thought, an extremely simple clock emitting a faint light appeared in the room.

And this clock is the funeral clock I got in the City God Temple!

"How exactly is this bell used?"

I slowly walked to the funeral bell, squatted down, and carefully examined this legendary funeral bell.

I have to say that although this funeral bell looks a little weird at first glance, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this bell has an extremely unique beauty, especially the runes carved on the sandalwood, which are full of mystery.

"Try to put your hand on it and inject the nether energy in your body!" Dragon Soul said.

I hesitated for a while, and finally raised my hand and put it on the funeral bell.

This time, the funeral bell did not continue to devour the nether energy in my body. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then my mind moved, and the nether energy in my body was immediately injected into the funeral bell.

At the moment when the netherworld energy was injected into the mourning bell, I was suddenly shocked.

Because I sensed that an invisible energy was spreading in the mourning bell. This energy cannot be sensed. Perhaps, the sixth sense of those extremely powerful people will give them a warning, but they definitely cannot sense it.

Moreover, this invisible energy can be controlled by me at will.

I closed my eyes slightly and controlled this energy to slowly spread around. Then, I sensed that the energy covered Xiao Qi's body, but at the moment it covered Xiao Qi's body, it seemed that an invisible force actually bounced this energy away.

"Can't contact Xiao Qi?" I was a little suspicious, but because I was worried that the funeral bell would be triggered, I didn't continue to try, but continued to cover.

Slowly, the energy of the funeral bell covered the area within dozens of kilometers.

And all the people covered were transmitted back to my mind.

"I can control this energy to lock a certain person, and then the pointer will move, and the countdown of this person's life will start. I can control the countdown time, and once the countdown is over, that is the date of this person's death. And... it will trigger death, because this ability comes from the power of death and the laws of heaven. The Death Bell... is really an extremely powerful artifact. The rest of the artifacts, except for the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen, cannot be compared with it. Even the Soul-Severing Sword and the Non-Attack Sword are much worse!"

I couldn't help but sigh, but then I found that if that was the case, it didn't seem to be enough to prove the power of the Death Bell.

Because the range of this energy is limited. What if the person I want to curse with the Death Bell is thousands of miles away?

I can't control this energy to cross mountains and seas to find this person, right?

"Haha, try to imagine a person far away overseas in your mind!" Dragon Soul reminded.

Hearing this, I pondered for a while, and then suddenly visualized Zhang Wudi

, who was in the demon clan, in my mind. I know Zhang Wudi too well. At this moment, when I think of his figure, a picture immediately appears in my mind.

The picture shows an old forest full of vitality, and in the old forest, Zhang Wudi is rushing on the road with his hands behind his back. Beside him are several members of Bronze Mountain, one of whom is carrying a jar on his back. He looks very strange, like a biochemical man.

And Zhang Wudi, who has long since taken off his military uniform and is wearing a casual suit, but at this moment, he seems to have sensed something, and actually turned his head and looked up into the air.

"Did you find anything unusual?" I frowned slightly, but did not stop visualizing.

Zhang Wudi just glanced at me casually, then turned around and continued on his way.

Moreover, as I continued to visualize Zhang Wudi, I felt that the netherworld energy in my body was rapidly dissipating.

I also felt that once I wanted to curse Zhang Wudi to death, my life would also be devoured. As for how much vitality would be devoured, I don't know, but I think it would definitely be a lot.

It is even possible that several decades of my life would be devoured at once, because Zhang Wudi is very powerful, and this power is the feedback given to me by the death clock.

"The more powerful the person is, the higher the price you have to pay. Cursing an ordinary person requires almost no price. Cursing a cultivator at a low level also requires limited price. Cursing a person like me will cost much more, and the price of cursing a top-level warrior is basically unbearable. Unless it's a desperate situation, don't use this thing lightly!"

The Death Bell is equivalent to the Kongtong Sect's Seven Injury Fist, which injures the enemy by a thousand and yourself by eight hundred. Even if you succeed in killing the opponent, you may lose your fighting ability and become seriously ill.

If I curse Zhang Wudi now, then...

I might instantly become an old, frail old man!

"But... where is Zhang Wubi going? He is still in the demon world. Is he going to stay in the demon clan and be a shrunken turtle?"

I smiled coldly. Zhang Wubi is already a public enemy to the human race. If he dares to return to the human world, he will definitely be attacked by the human cultivators!

After all, betraying the human race is something that no one can accept.

However, as I continued to observe Zhang Wubi.

Suddenly, Zhang Wudi stopped in his tracks.

Then he squinted his eyes and slowly turned his head, smiling and saying, "Have you seen enough?"

As he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound, and the picture that the funeral clock fed back to me was instantly shattered.

And I, also woke up from that mysterious state, as if I was out of my mind, "thump thump thump" took several steps back, and sat down on the bed.

"Zhang Wudi actually... sensed it?"