The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Splitting the Weird Plateau with an Axe

Chapter 142 Well of Gods and Demons

Li Qingxu hung a green lotus on his head and let the Roaring Demon Tiger follow behind him, then he walked in through the gap in the thick stone door.

The white mist curled up, like a piece of fairy land. There was no murderous aura, and no scary creatures could be seen.

Behind the stone gate, this burial place of gods and ghosts is surrounded by white mist and looks very peaceful.

First, they saw a huge stone with a sword mark on it, which was left from ancient times. Endless years have passed, the sacred mountain has been wiped out, and the sea has been evaporated, but it still exists.

This is a terrible sword mark left by a supreme master. Time has washed away everything. Sword energy and immortal power no longer exist. What remains is only an undying will to fight.

It was a domineering and fierce invincible killing intent, like an attack from a fairy phoenix descending to the mortal world!
After a moment, he continued to move forward without delay. This was not his way and was not suitable for human practice.

The Roaring Demon Tiger stood here for a whole day, comprehending the immortal sword intent. His body and mind were trembling, as if he was listening to the demon emperor explaining the invincible scriptures.

Li Qingxu walked in the burial ground of gods and ghosts, dispelling the white fog and moving forward step by step. Soon, his mind and spirit were shocked and what he saw was horrifying.

There were corpses one after another on the ground, dripping with blood. It seemed that the battle had just ended. In just a few miles, he had already seen the remains of more than a dozen ancient saints.

Some belong to the demon race, some belong to the human race, and there are also incomplete stone holy spirits...

As he walked over, the bright red blood and the corpse emitting holy power all turned into ashes and turned into dust with the sound of his footsteps.

This is an abandoned land, belonging to ancient times!
So many years have passed, measured in millions of years, that no matter what it was, it would have been worn away, not even the so-called immortal holy bones.

Li Qingxu broke through the mist and walked forward for more than ten miles. Unexpectedly, he saw a huge black river rushing. It was very magnificent, but silent, rushing from the depths of the burial ground of gods and ghosts.

"It's the Styx again!"

A smile appeared on Li Qingxu's lips.

This is the water of the underworld. It is said to originate from the underworld and is rarely seen in the world. Yet here it has turned into a big river.

He came to the shore and felt the chill of the black river water. If it were an ordinary person, the netherworld vapor would definitely corrode his flesh and blood.

After a while, corpses were seen rushing down the Styx from time to time. Although they had already decayed, they still had human form and were far from being turned into ashes.

These corpses that drifted down are all saints. They still exist in the world after so many years since ancient times.

The surroundings were silent and shrouded in white mist, which seemed out of place in this dead place.

Li Qingxu went up along the black River Styx and occasionally saw one or two corpses floating down to the shore.

Of course, it is impossible that all of them are ancient saints. Even in the mythological era, there were not so many powerful monks.

The breath of death is overwhelming, making people feel like they have entered the underworld.

Li Qingxu traveled hundreds of miles and reached the destination.

This is an iceberg, the cold air is blowing, and it is constantly melting, converging into a Styx river, flowing downstream.

In the snow-white iceberg, there were frozen corpses one after another, wearing ancient costumes. They belonged to various ethnic groups, and their appearances of death were different, looking eerie and hideous.

This is a pile of corpses, frozen by someone, forming such a terrifying devilish land.

To be precise, this should be a battlefield from the mythological era. During the battle, it was suddenly frozen and turned into the endless ice peaks of today.

It was as if a master of the imperial way had performed a forbidden secret technique, freezing three thousand worlds in an instant, killing monks of many races, including saints, on the battlefield at the same time!

What a powerful figure he is, he can cover the sky with one hand, and his peerless existence in the mythological era makes people tremble.

But something is wrong. The Styx is black and filled with the breath of death, while this iceberg, although it has frozen the densely packed monks, is pure white and translucent.

The source of the Styx was surrounded by icebergs. In the center, it was pitch black and turned out to be a deep pool. It was bottomless and as black as ink. Waves of black steam rose up, and occasionally corpses came up.

There is a terrible power permeating the pool, like a source of destruction, filled with a powerful aura of death.

Li Qingxu held a green lotus above his head. He took a step forward, and the earth shook. Some icebergs around the deep pool collapsed instantly.

Boom!

There was a roar, violent fluctuations, and runes rose up. The deep pool was like a palace of the Underworld Emperor, filled with deathly energy.

The ink waves rolled back, and in the moment when a large amount of water splashed, the deep pool was evaporated. It was also at this moment that he saw a well, which was definitely dug by humans and was located at the bottom of the deep pool.

There is a magic well in the pond!
On the edge of the well, there are traces of ancient Taoism, and it seems as if there is an old Taoist chanting scriptures there.

But it flashed and disappeared again, and all that remained were ancient runes sealing something.

"Tao Zun!"

Li Qingxu's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the mythological era, the Taoist master, in his later years, killed an unimaginably terrifying holy spirit in order to refine its essence and blood for the benefit of future generations.

Unfortunately, due to the short life span of the Taoist Master, he had no time to refine it, and ultimately could only seal it in seven magic wells.

Just like brewing wine, if it is successful, the moment you open the seal, there will be a fragrant aroma.

But if it fails, it will naturally be filled with dark fog and turn into a disaster.

Unfortunately, the Dao Master's seal ultimately failed to transform the Holy Spirit into immortal liquid, and the Well of Gods and Demons became a burial ground, giving birth to a cellar of gods and ghosts!
If the immortal liquid could really be refined, just one drop would be enough to help a person improve his or her Taoism, and could lay the foundation for a young child's Taoism. The child's future achievements would be limitless.

Of course, it can also bring the dead back to life, and is a precious pill that can save and preserve lives.

Back then, the Dao Master wanted to refine this holy spirit, and he treated it as an immortal elixir and refined a furnace of divine pills.

What a pity, all the efforts failed!

All around, the vast icebergs were filled with corpses, and no one knew how many people had died in this battle, all just to get to this well.

What exactly is sealed inside? In the mythological era, so many people fought for it. Just thinking about it makes people tremble.

A long time has passed, and I wonder if the things inside have been erased. Nothing can stop the passage of time. I wonder if the existence of the magic well still has meaning.

Wisps of black gas overflowed from the ancient well. The sealing power was still there. Although it was infinitely weakened compared to the ancient times, it could not be opened.

Li Qingxu tried to break the ice and search, but the corpses inside turned to ashes instantly after coming into contact with the air. The only way they could remain rotting was by falling into the River Styx.

As for the weapons before the ancient times, they had long been broken into pieces, and none of them survived.

The entire iceberg, the magic well, and the Styx are filled with the power of death.

"It can barely support Gonggong Zuwu."

Li Qingxu walked over and stood beside the Well of Gods and Demons.

A terrifying figure thousands of feet tall, with a python head and a human body, covered in black scales and stepping on a black dragon, appeared in an instant.

In an instant, the air was filled with death, and the icebergs began to melt. Corpses were exposed, including those of powerful saints, and all of them rushed into the Styx.

Following a horrifying vibration, the water of the Styx was seen flowing backwards, heading towards the true body of Gonggong, the ancestor of witches!

(End of this chapter)