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Chapter 458 The Underworld! Luo Qian's Ultimate Ascension (23)

"That's it."

"Haha, we've always been lucky. I had my teammates calculate the fortune before we set off, and this trip was going to be worry-free, and we'll return victorious." Zheng Zha laughed awkwardly.

Li Qingzhi roared, "Kid, keep an eye on what's ahead!"

Several more fierce ghosts began to climb up, but Zheng Zha swiftly slashed them back with two strokes of his sword.

"Be careful, these are just the shallow-level vengeful ghosts. The truly terrifying great ghosts are slumbering deep within the sea of ​​blood," Zhang Dong said.

"We must cross the Blood Sea Hell as soon as possible, in case they revive."

Zheng Zha also said, "There's no need to get too entangled with these vengeful ghosts. If we waste too much energy, it will be detrimental to the final battle."

At this moment, a strange object above the sea of ​​blood slowly enlarged.

"Are we going out?!" Zheng Zha squinted, seeing the distant horizon.

Above the sea of ​​blood, there stands a massive gatehouse.

It was a huge, blood-red gatehouse with its doors tightly shut.

"We're almost through this level!" Zheng Zha shouted excitedly.

“But they won’t let us leave so easily,” Zhang Dong sighed.

A chill ran down Zheng Zha's spine, as if a dead man's finger had struck his vital point, and his spine snapped into a straight line with a "crack".

The Sea of ​​Blood has truly awakened!

He smelled the rusty wind, mixed with an indescribable sweet and pungent odor.

ka ka ka-

The metal window frames of the bus were groaning softly, like a warning of some giant beast approaching.

As far as the eye can see, the horizon in the far distance is cracking, and in the gaps torn in the sky, a sea of ​​crimson blood is churning.

At first, the wave was just a winding thin line, but in the blink of an eye, it swelled into a blood-red tsunami that blotted out the sky and was crushing over with overwhelming force.

This is a hundred times more terrifying than the blood wave from before.

When the first gust of air hit, the bus shook violently, and the dirt road beneath our feet began to sway and twist.

So fast!

It's faster than a normal tsunami!
Zheng Zha's eyes widened.

Where there was no blood, there were clearly thousands of corpses floating in the blood.

A dense array of faces appeared and disappeared on the crest of the wave, each one grinning and revealing a dark, gaping throat as it faced the direction of the bus.

The second layer, the third layer... wave after wave surged in, each wave filled with twisted limbs.

The number of vengeful ghosts was so great that they blotted out the sky. Their skin was covered with wounds, and the blood seeping from the wounds flowed into the sea of ​​blood, making the entire red area even thicker.

Zheng Zha could no longer laugh.

The stench of blood grew stronger and stronger, so strong that he could hardly breathe.

Meanwhile, waves of blood continued to surge from afar, layer upon layer, endlessly.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world had been poured into a pot of corpse oil.

And they are the ants about to be boiled in the pot.

He suddenly remembered a typhoon he had witnessed at the seaside when he was a child. The moment the seawater overflowed the seawall, the whole world turned into a chaotic water prison.

The scene now was a thousand times more terrifying than that; it was not an ordinary tsunami, but a death wave composed of vengeful ghosts.

It surged in from the far horizon with a destructive force, threatening to crush all life into dust.

There is nowhere to escape.

out on a limb.

boom!
The dirt road ahead, meant for graves, began to collapse.

Old Qin stepped on the brakes in time.

But the bus's front wheels still sank into the bloody water, and ghostly hands reached out from the bloody water, grabbing the wheel hubs, trying to drag the bus into the sea of ​​blood, while the engine emitted a piercing wail.

Zheng Zha quickly turned his head. In the direction of the gate tower, the wave at the front was only a dozen kilometers away. On the crest of the wave stood a woman dressed in red, her long hair hanging down to her ankles, covering most of her face.

With just one glance, Zheng Zha felt his heart almost stop beating, as if he were struck by a terrifying killing pattern.

A terrifying female ghost!

"Hey guys, is there any other way?!"

"It looks like we're doomed!"

Zheng Zha gripped the Dragon-Slaying Blade tightly.

If all else fails, we'll use our primordial energy to carve out a path to survival!
Zhang Dong closed his eyes, his voice flat and even: "It's time."

The soil covering Luo Qian's body was still falling off, and he was no longer recognizable as a human.

Looking at this, Zhang Youhong turned her head away sadly.

Li Qingzhi held his head, not knowing what to say.

"Old Li, why bother with your daughter's affectations?"

"Young Miss Hong, I'll go first."

Luo Qian walked shakily toward the front of the car, with each step causing large amounts of grave soil and human tissue to fall off.

As he walked past Zhang Baihua, he sneered, "You're lying to me?"

"How can this packet of medicine be prepared in an hour?"

Zhang Baihua didn't speak, but lowered his head sadly.

He walked further forward, stood beside Zhang Dong, raised his hand, and then lowered his entire arm: "Brother, I can't accompany you to the end."

"However, in this life, I, Luo, am able to die in front of my elder brother, to quell all the ghosts for him, and to pave a bright future for him."

"Then I can die without regrets."

Zhang Dong sighed, "Take care."

Luo Qian turned his head, half of it drooping: "Sister Meng, I'm leaving."

Meng Xiaodong nodded slightly: "I will definitely not let you travel alone."

Luo Qian continued walking forward, passing Luo Wensong without turning his head.

Luo Wensong snorted coldly: "Not a single word, and you left in such a hurry?"

Luo Qian laughed loudly: "If I don't hurry up, how can I die in front of you?"

"Don't keep me waiting too long?"

"Hmph, I won't keep you waiting long," Luo Wensong replied.

Luo Qian walked to the front of the car and patted Old Qin on the shoulder with his amputated arm: "Little Qin, well done."

Old Qin pursed his lips and managed to squeeze out a few words: "May you have a safe journey."

"Don't look so gloomy," Luo Qian interrupted him, dirt dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"OK."

"People need to walk on the roads."

Luo Qian stepped out of the bus through its completely shattered windshield.

Then he fell, crashing into the blood.

boom--

The moment he plunged into the sea of ​​blood, the entire crimson wave surged backward like a scalded living thing.

Countless vengeful ghosts howled in the blood as they scrambled to escape Luo Qian.

The blood that first touched his body suddenly congealed, turning into dark brown soil that spread outwards from the center of his fall, each grain of soil mixed with undried blood droplets.

Click, click, click——

The grave path grew at a visible speed, and Luo Qian's body gradually blurred in the soil, eventually becoming indistinguishable from the surrounding soil.

When the next wave of blood tsunami struck, the grave road had grown into a wide avenue, and the roadbed began to shake continuously, each tremor causing the sea of ​​blood to retreat three feet.

Old Qin remained expressionless and pressed the accelerator pedal into the chassis.

The bus engine roared in a death throes as it sped desperately toward the gatehouse.

The cemetery road stretches across the sea of ​​blood, turning a natural barrier into a thoroughfare.

It slammed heavily onto the massive blood-red door.

It opened with a bang!

Standing at the rear of the vehicle, Zhao Yingkong saw that the mud mixed with Luo Qian's body had transformed into thousands of mud hands, pushing the vehicle forward rapidly.

No matter how powerful the Blood Sea was, it could not stop an old master who had reached the pinnacle of enlightenment.

The instant the bus crashed into the doorway, Zhao Yingkong, standing behind the bus, saw a mangled figure wave at the bus before completely disintegrating.

Subsequently, the entire dirt road leading to the grave was submerged in a sea of ​​blood and disappeared.

Luo Qian is dead.

A moment of darkness passed, and before me lay a misty world.

The dim yellow light from the bus could only penetrate a small portion of what was in front of him; even Zheng Zha's eyesight couldn't see through the fog.

"Where is this?" Zheng Zha asked in a low voice.

Zhang Dongdao said, "This is different from when we came last time."

"Can this hell change?" Riyo asked curiously.

"The so-called eighteen levels of hell are all just later generations trying to find a sword by marking the boat," Zhang Dong said calmly.

"None of the hells you've seen before are exactly the same as those in the books."

"What should we do then?" Zheng Zha was completely bewildered. "We're all lost and confused. Where should we go?"

Zhang Dong said calmly, "It's nothing more than dealing with whatever comes our way." As the group discussed this, Zheng Zha felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked up and saw what appeared to be a huge shadow flashing by in the misty distance.

It is several tens of meters high.

"what?"

Suddenly, the fog began to churn violently, as if something terrifying was approaching.

Zheng Zha was on high alert.

"Watch out, there are some behind you too."

Zhao Yingkong also saw a huge object approaching from behind.

dong dong——

A huge noise was heard.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Until a gigantic hand made of countless bones descended from the sky.

Zheng Zha leaped up, brandishing the Dragon-Slaying Blade, and clashed head-on with the skeleton.

Unexpectedly, the white bones were shattered by his blade, turning into countless bone fragments that fell to the ground.

"careful!"

Doors appeared one after another, and the loud knocking dispersed the fog, finally making the area within a radius of several kilometers clear.

Zheng Zha landed on the bus, looked around, and gasped in shock.

This is hardly a road.

Countless bones lay on the ground—skulls, arms, hand bones, spines, ribs—piled up in no particular order, like a plain of bones.

No wonder the bus made a rustling vibration when it drove on it.

The terrifying behemoth was not a behemoth at all, but a giant hand made up of countless bones, constantly writhing.

The countless white bones were smashed into powder and fell to the ground.

Soon, they quietly gathered together again.

Moreover, the bones in the distance began to writhe, and giant hands and claws began to appear on this plain of bones.

"Hey, getting excited, huh?"

Zheng Zha soared into the air, and destruction followed!
boom!
Zheng Zha smashed through the bones with his own strength, but they quickly regenerated.

Zheng Zha was getting annoyed: "Old Zhang, what exactly are these?"

Zhang Dong's gaze was somewhat solemn. He looked at Luo Wensong, who nodded with difficulty: "This world... I'm afraid we can only rely on you."

"What?" Zheng Zha was taken aback.

Zhang Dong said in a deep voice, "This world made of bones has a strong restraint on the supernatural. Luo Wensong's death curse cannot even stop these bones from being shattered."

"This Bone Hell is a world specifically designed to suppress the supernatural."

Zhang Bohua said, "That's right. If an ordinary ghost tamer were to barge in, their supernatural abilities would be useless, and they would easily be torn to pieces by those skeletons."

"What should we do?" Zheng Zha was at a loss.

Just then, the bus shook violently, as if it were being lifted up.

In the mist, four towering mountain pillars slowly rose, surrounding the bus and lifting it toward a giant face made of bones.

The giant face was boundless, with a single finger reaching hundreds of meters in height. A huge eye suddenly opened, its emptiness sending chills down one's spine.

It turned out to be a giant made of bones, and the bus had been driving on his body the whole time.

"Damn it!!" Zheng Zha roared.

He transformed into a shooting star and crashed into the giant skeletal ghost.

boom!
This attack was like Mars colliding with Earth.

The skeletal giant collapsed like a mountain.

Countless fragments of white bones fell like raindrops, with a whooshing sound.

At this moment, Zheng Zha had already flown back, holding the bus up with one hand.

It slowly fell.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yingkong was sweeping away the bone fragments on the roof of the car.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Zheng Zha landed on the ground and carefully placed the bus on the ground.

Just then, the bus suddenly stalled, and the carriage even began to twist.

It seems that a vengeful ghost is about to resurrect.

Zheng Zha looked embarrassed: "It's not my fault!"

Old Qin stood up and shook his head at everyone.

"Get out of the car."

"What's wrong?" Zheng Zha asked anxiously.

Old Qin said helplessly, "The bus is completely broken down, and we'll have to walk the rest of the way ourselves."

“This…” Zheng Zha scratched his head.

This place is a vast expanse of nothingness as far as the eye can see, and no one knows where the entrance to the next level of hell is.

Without public transportation, are these seven elderly people supposed to walk on their own, given their frail and tired bodies?

"How about we use that?" Zhao Yingkong suggested.

Zheng Zha nodded with a strange expression and took out a magic carpet from his storage ring, placing it on the ground.

Soon, the magic carpet began to sway and float up.

"Thank goodness it still works." Zheng Zha breathed a sigh of relief and said to the strange-looking old men behind him.

"Seniors, how about using this as a substitute?"

The seven elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zheng Zha quickly said, "Don't worry about it now, this is the only way. Do you really want to walk?"

This magic flying carpet was a byproduct of Qi Tengyi's creation of flying brooms, but it is extremely slow and obstructs the view.

Aside from picnics, no one wanted to use it, and it just sat in Zheng Zha's storage ring gathering dust.

In this current environment.

The seven old men are old and frail, but they can still fight ghosts.

If they were to walk countless kilometers, it would truly be the death of them.

Meng Xiaodong liked it very much. He was the first to sit on it and said to the pink hair dryer-shaped magic carpet, "Big brother, these young people always have strange things."

"You even included an old-fashioned hairdryer design?"

Why does it look like a pig?

Zheng Zha said, quite embarrassed, "This is just a pig."

Zhang Dong's face twitched slightly. He suddenly remembered when he was thirteen years old and met that frivolous Uncle Zhuang.

He was indeed from the same place as these people; they were all very similar, and all so unserious.

Zhang Bohua said, "I'm not afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of this?"

He then sat down.

Zhang Dong had no choice but to step on it. Luo Wensong looked disgusted, Zhang Youhong didn't like it either, but Old Qin looked indifferent, and Li Qingzhi covered his face.

The flying magic carpet, carrying so many people, was lifted up with difficulty and then began to fly forward.

Zheng Zha and Zhao Yingkong were extremely focused.

Compared to a bus, the flying magic carpet offers absolutely no protection.

Aside from transportation, the group of people were essentially "running naked" in the underworld.

The eerie mist continued to harass them. Although Luo Wensong's giant doors blocked the mist, many wandering ghosts would still suddenly attack.

After flying for a full quarter of an hour.

They finally left that misty bone forest.

Although there was no danger along the way, it was because Zheng Zha and Zhao Yingkong were with them.

If it's just a group of ghost tamers, no matter how powerful their supernatural abilities are, it's useless against the skeletons; they'll still be skinned alive on the Plain of Bones.

Gusts of wind, some gray, some black, and some dark purple, swept past Zheng Zha.

However, when it encountered a few people, it automatically bounced away and sped off to the sides.

This is an anti-supernatural ability that Zhang Dong unintentionally emitted.

These colorful energy channels and winds swirled throughout the entire layer of hell.

Beyond the Plain of Bones lay a barren, boundless, silent land.

On this land, winding paths and secluded ravines extend and intertwine.

Horrifying shadows lay, sat, or stood in these ravines. The colorful mists that swept around them made the shadows even more vibrant and sinister.

The flying magic carpet carried the group around the deep ravines beneath their feet, which were indistinguishable even with the best of eyesight.

There's no need to even imagine what would happen if you fell into the abyss.

After flying endlessly like this, something new finally happened.

The group landed next to a church.

The huge cross was already crooked and twisted.

It seems it's about to fall.

(End of this chapter)