I was chased at the beginning, and I got the first quick sword

Chapter 501 Half-god, half-ghost, half-demon cultivator!
A series of streaks of light flashed, and within each streak of light was a figure.

They wield sharp swords or short weapons, their moves are fierce and ruthless, swift and unparalleled, their teamwork is impeccable, and their movements are measured and controlled, clearly relying on an extremely sophisticated formation.

The Tomb King stood in the center of the formation, his eyes somewhat vacant.

With feet naturally apart and arms hanging naturally at his sides, all attacks missed their mark by a hair's breadth and never landed.

Suddenly, figures gathered in one place, and the flowing light surrounding them dissipated slightly, revealing that they were mechanical puppets.

Now they've all come together in one place and are striking at the same time!

A fierce wind surged and converged in an instant, unleashing a powerful force that hurtled straight towards the Tomb King.

Only then did the Tomb King slowly raise his palms. With a surge of internal energy, figures appeared behind him.

These figures included men and women, young and old. If Chu Qing were here, he would surely be able to recognize two or three familiar faces among them.

It was on that day in Tianji Valley of Luochen Manor that he personally killed several bodies in the tomb.

However, the figures appearing behind the Tomb King numbered twenty or thirty, but they only appeared for a moment before disappearing completely and merging into his palms.

With a push of both hands, the palm strike was as powerful as a dragon, breaking through all obstacles. In an instant, it not only dispersed the fierce attack launched by the puppet, but also instantly engulfed the puppet in front of it, scattering it in all directions and scattering its parts all over the ground.

At this point, the Tomb King slowly finished his work, took a step back, and stood behind the Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost Emperor Modo remained expressionless, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Just now I had a feeling that someone was spying on me in the dark... Could it be that kid?"

"At such a young age, he possesses such martial arts skills. He truly cannot be allowed to live... Otherwise, once he grows up, what role will the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors play?"
"Unfortunately, I was just one step too short and failed to kill her."

"Otherwise, my [Path of Ghosts and Gods] would surely have reached its perfect state."

"Killing him is just a matter of a single thought!"
"However, because of this kid's appearance, the divine path is no longer perfect, and the ghost path is also a step behind... Only by killing them all can we make up for the flaws in my divine path and fill the gaps in my ghost path."

Following the current path forward, the Tomb King followed closely behind him.

As you walk out of the alley and look up, you'll see a three-story palace in front of you.

There is a plaque in front of the gate with three large characters engraved on it: Wudi Pavilion!

"Emperor Wu... Hmph!"

"The first Martial Emperor a thousand years ago was indeed an existence that Li Juechen could not compare to."

"I wonder if the legendary secret that allowed the First Martial Emperor to dominate the world is really in the First Martial Emperor's tomb."

"In truth... it's all thanks to him."

"Otherwise, I would not have come here."

"If I were to truly find a great opportunity and advance my [Path of Ghosts and Gods] to a higher level, I would certainly skin him alive, dismember him, and tear out his marrow to repay his kindness."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed down with one palm.

The wailing of vengeful ghosts instantly filled the wilderness, followed by a deafening explosion that shattered the gate of the Martial Emperor Pavilion.

The Ghost Emperor frowned slightly:

“Zhenyuan Stone… such a thing should not exist in this world at all.”

"The Great Qian Dynasty never found it, and even the First Martial Emperor, who obtained it, did not destroy it... It's truly absurd."

He stepped into the main hall, and as far as the eye could see, the entire hall was empty.

A huge luminous pearl floated overhead, its light illuminating the entire hall.

The Ghost Emperor took a step forward and suddenly felt his mind become muddled.

But a moment later, the image of the Demon King of the Underworld appeared behind him, and in an instant, the confusion in his mind was shattered.

He looked around and realized that although the place seemed empty, there was nothing there except for some odds and ends.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that with each step he takes forward, the surrounding ornaments, windows, and paintings in the main hall change and are rearranged, forming a strange-looking script.

These words can influence the spirit and deeply move people.

"Ancient cryptic texts? Interesting..."

"This is no test, but a killing formation!"
"The First Martial Emperor truly lives up to his name; even after a thousand years, his killing intent remains undiminished."

"But do you think you can stop me with such meager methods?"

The Ghost Emperor sneered. Without any visible movement, his robes fluttered without wind, and the Dharma form of the Netherworld Ghost King appeared behind him. He let out a roar, and the sound of shattering echoed from all directions.

Even the Tomb King couldn't help but groan and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He remained expressionless, as if he knew nothing about his injuries.

The Ghost Emperor strode forward. The layout of this hall was extremely exquisite, but it was precisely because it was so exquisite that any slight disturbance would affect the whole thing. If it was even slightly damaged, it would be difficult to maintain its original appearance.

Therefore, it is extremely easy to destroy.

The Ghost Emperor walked all the way to the middle of the main hall before pausing.

Looking up, the main hall had vanished without a trace. As far as the eye could see, all around was a vast expanse of land, with a huge sun overhead scorching the yellow sand-covered earth.

"An illusion? Have they run out of ideas?"

The Ghost Emperor muttered to himself, and with a thought, a golden light instantly rushed towards the blazing sun overhead.

Then there was a loud bang.

The Ghost Emperor opened his eyes and found himself back inside the Martial Emperor's Pavilion. The object that had caused the loud noise and shattered was the luminous pearl above his head.

"Borrowing your light to write words, if it weren't for my unparalleled martial arts, I would have truly fallen for your wicked trick."

He kept moving forward without stopping.

The Wudi Pavilion, a mere three-story building, is filled with countless ingenious and imaginative mechanisms.

Unfortunately, none of them had any effect in front of the current Ghost Emperor.

Although the Ghost Emperor is not as skilled in mechanical arts as the Shepherd Boy... there is one thing he is very similar to Chu Qing.

They all like to use brute force to overcome all methods!

No matter how you change, I'll just give you one.

If once isn't enough, try twice.

As long as your internal energy continues uninterrupted and your inner strength remains inexhaustible, no matter how much you study and dedicate your life to creating secret mechanisms and techniques, they will be shattered to pieces.

He continued upwards until he reached the third floor.

But for some reason, the higher I went, the colder it felt.

It seemed like they weren't going up, but down... They walked all the way into the underworld, into the eighteen levels of hell.

But the Ghost Emperor, being a master of deception and trickery, was naturally not frightened by the scene.

Upon reaching the third floor, his brows furrowed slightly.

The scene here is somewhat strange.

The entire space was divided in two, one half was empty, while the other half was full.

The first thing is a pool.

The pool was filled with a crimson liquid, and one could almost smell a hint of blood.

But this shouldn't be...

The First Emperor's Tomb, built a thousand years ago, has remained untouched for countless years. What creature, then, has given rise to the stench of blood in this pool?

There are a total of eighteen dragon pillars surrounding this pool.

The dragon's head was bent, and it bowed slightly.

At first glance, it looked as if there were eighteen dragons bending down to examine the details in the pool of blood.

When the dragon opens its head, it spits out clear water.

Water was continuously poured into the pool, but the water level did not rise at all.

The scene was so bizarre that even the Ghost Emperor, with his vast knowledge and experience, could not fully comprehend it.

Behind the pool is a stone tablet that is only half intact.

The stone tablet was blank and did not display any brilliance.

Even though it just stands there quietly, its presence is always undeniable.

It subconsciously draws one's gaze to the wordless surface of the monument.

If someone could use their willpower to look away, they would see that behind the stone tablet was a desk, and behind the desk was a large chair.

Behind the chair is a mural.

The murals are engraved and will not disappear with the passage of time.

The Ghost Emperor's gaze fell upon the mural, where a great sun shone in the sky, with two opposing camps below.

The one above stands above the clouds, either holding a whisk or riding a donkey or a blue ox.

Judging from their attire, they all exuded an air of otherworldly elegance.

But his expression was sinister and ruthless, completely lacking the calm and collected demeanor of an immortal.

The group below consisted of men wielding weapons, most of them burly and imposing, with countless figures behind them, looking like villains plotting a rebellion.

However, the faces of these people were not shown when the mural was carved, so we don't know whether their expressions were joy or anger.
Right in the middle of the two camps, the auspicious cloud is supporting a pool.

Eighteen dragons are carved around the pool.

The eighteen dragons circled the pool, as if they were lifting it up.

Furthermore, there was a person sitting in the pool.

I can't see what this person looks like... because he's sitting with his back to me.

Behind his head, there was a halo of light, which looked magnificent and mysterious.

The Ghost Emperor took in everything before him, but his brows furrowed slightly:
“What does this mean?
"Could it be that the First Martial Emperor did something to this ancient tomb?"
"The mural says that there is something strange about this pool. Could it be that... the body of the First Martial Emperor is hidden in the pool?"

"Even after a thousand years, blood is still flowing out..."

As he muttered to himself, even as the current Ghost Emperor, his pupils suddenly contracted.

If we follow his reasoning, the conclusion we arrive at is truly astonishing.

"Could it be that the First Martial Emperor of that time... is still alive in this world?"

The Ghost Emperor suddenly looked up at the mural:
"He's using feng shui secrets to hide here. Is he trying to bide his time? Or does he want to... attain immortality?"

The ferocious faces of the immortals on the mural, the figure sitting in the blood pool with his back to everyone, and the divine light behind his head all gave the Ghost Emperor a chilling premonition.

But the next moment, the Ghost Emperor laughed:
"This is even more interesting..."

"The First Martial Emperor, whose martial arts were unparalleled, actually believed in ghosts and gods."

"I truly do not believe that any monster can live for over a thousand years without dying!"

He took a step forward, but then paused. In the blink of an eye, the Tomb King's figure swept past him and headed straight for the pool.

Upon arriving, he ignored the surrounding dragon pillars.

He bent down and reached out towards the pool of water.

Just as the Tomb King's hand was about to plunge into the pool, another hand suddenly reached out from the pool and grabbed the Tomb King's wrist.

The Tomb King was countered by the [Heavenly Demon Mind Control Technique]. He felt neither sorrow nor joy, neither fear nor anger, and he didn't care about the hand. He wanted to continue exploring the pool, but the next moment, he was pulled into the pool by the hand in the pool.

"There really is someone here!?"

The Ghost Emperor suddenly extended a palm, his five fingers grabbing out.

A ghostly hand formed from dark blue energy grabbed the Tomb King's back and began to struggle backward.

Both forces were extraordinary, and a series of cracking sounds rang out as the Tomb King's arm was torn apart, blood flowed continuously, and bones were stretched.

However, his face remained expressionless.

It was as if it wasn't himself who had suffered the severe injury.

"You demons and monsters, how dare you challenge me, the Emperor!"

The Ghost Emperor's expression changed, and his aura surged. The image of the Netherworld Ghost King behind him also began to change.

One half of its face resembled a hideous and grotesque demon king, while the other half radiated golden light, gradually transforming from a hideous and grotesque appearance into one of compassion and mercy.

He is a half-god, half-ghost, and half-demon!
This is the true form of the [Ghost and God Path] cultivated by the Ghost Emperor.

The ghostly hand remained gripping the Tomb King's body, while the Ghost Emperor's other palm struck down with a devastating force onto the pool of water.

With the powerful force penetrating through, an extremely shrill scream, both crying and laughing, suddenly rang out from within the pool.

The entire pool was shattered by this single blow.

All eighteen dragon pillars broke.

A white figure was suddenly blasted away, flying over the broken stone tablet and landing on a chair.

The Ghost Emperor sneered:
"Pretend to be a ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out, channeled his inner energy, and grabbed directly at the half of the stone tablet.

Just as the stone tablet was about to fall into his hands, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound coming from behind.

The Ghost Emperor turned around abruptly and heard a deafening crash as a massive alchemy furnace smashed through the wall and hurtled toward him.

The force it carries is so violent that if ignored, the consequences of it landing on you would be unpredictable.

Even the Ghost Emperor dared not be careless. He didn't bother to retrieve the stone tablet. With a flick of his palm, he sent out a palm strike, and a loud bang was heard.

The force of this attack instantly shattered all four walls of the Martial Emperor Pavilion, and the violent force left everything around it riddled with holes.

The Ghost Emperor's face turned ashen. There was no one else who could rival him in strength.

This kid... he's a real pain in the neck.

Then a voice spoke:
"You bastard, that's my alchemy furnace!"

"I carried this out, so what's wrong with using it?"

Chu Qing's voice followed, and the next moment, two figures appeared in front of the Ghost Emperor.

The pill furnace that had just been sent flying by the palm strike was lifted up by Chu Qing with one hand. Despite its immense weight, he lifted it with ease.

The shepherd boy circled the alchemy furnace, staring at the deep palm print on it, his heart aching so much that tears almost welled up in his eyes.
"My precious alchemy furnace, its value has been greatly reduced."

(End of this chapter)