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Chapter 459 The Underworld! The Boundless Primordial World

Chapter 459 The Underworld! The Boundless Primordial World (33)

In the first level of hell, a church was discovered.

This combination looks weird no matter how you look at it.

Zheng Zha asked in confusion, "Why would there be a Western church in this Eastern underworld?"

Zhang Dong calmly said, "Fierce ghosts never distinguish between East and West."

"A ghost is a ghost."

"All these actions are merely different appearances that each generation of ghost tamers gives to the vengeful spirits."

Just then, the stained glass windows at the very top of the church suddenly lit up.

A figure stood by the window.

"Hey!" Zheng Zha raised his knife and stepped forward, but was stopped by Li Qingzhi.

The tall man used a machete to chop vertically.

But the next moment, a spray of blood appeared on Li Qingzhi's body.

A scapegoat doll fell down and broke in two.

One after another.

One by one, substitute dolls fell from Li Qingzhi's body.

"How is that possible?" Meng Xiaodong said in disbelief.

A scapegoat doll could take the fall for any supernatural attack, but the current situation shows that the supernatural attacks have not stopped at all.

Only an attack by the law of causality can exempt a scapegoat from the law of causality.

"Don't move." Zhang Dong placed his hand on Li Qingzhi, and the strange phenomenon stopped.

“Every attack on this church will be met with at least tenfold retaliation.”

"This is the key."

Zheng Zha frowned: "Could this church be the entrance to the next level of hell?"

"But if we attack, we'll be met with a tenfold counterattack. So how can we fight back?"

At that moment, the eerie figure began to chant.

"Blood-red dusk seeped from the cracks in the morning prayer bell."

“The nuns counted their own ribs as rosaries.”

"When the silver chalice is not filled with wine."

"It's the tongues of the choir boys that were cut off."

“Spelling at the bottom of the cup: Forgive us.”

"The blood moon splits the sky, and frost forms on the cross."

"Whispers in the dark night, guiding the departed souls."

"The blood tide surged, the blood tide rolled."

"Let us witness your progress."

"The Eternal Father—"

"The Eternal Holy Son—"

"The eternal Holy Spirit—"

"Amen!"

Amen!

gradually,
The eerie chanting penetrated deep into their minds.

Meng Xiaodong said solemnly, "Brother, something supernatural is invading us."

"Let me try."

One by one, scapegoats fell, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into Meng Xiaodongs.

Carrying their shopping baskets, they resolutely headed towards the church.

One after another, the clones crashed into the church door. The moment one touched the door frame, the next one had already raised its leg.

But every figure that crashed in seemed to be sucked into a bottomless pit, leaving not even a trace.

"Oh no!" Zhang Dong suddenly realized something and turned around.

"Big brother?" Meng Xiaodong asked, tilting his head.

"what happened?"

But an unnatural smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, like the mouth of a puppet being forcibly pulled open by strings.

A very light blood red color appeared in the center of her pupils, the inverted cross shape spreading like ink in water, slowly consuming her original black pupils.

Everyone else retreated in unison, except for Zhang Dong, who remained still.

He slowly reached out and placed his palm on her shoulder.

boom!
The sound of cracking came from the church dome.

Suddenly, the angels on the stained glass all turned their heads, black mucus flowing from their eye sockets.

The pointed cross burst into flames.

The red flames cast Meng Xiaodong's shadow on the ground, with an inverted cross shape appearing above the shadow's head.

Meng Xiaodong's pupils turned completely red.

An inverted cross rotated in her eye, and with each rotation, her expression became a little blanker.

The skin beneath Zhang Dong's fingertips was no longer warm; instead, it felt like touching leather soaked in corpse oil.

The church behind them was transformed into ruins that looked like they had been dilapidated for decades in a very short time.

Only the chanting grew louder and louder.

"Amen!"

With a howl that sounded like tens of thousands of people chanting.

The sky suddenly darkened.

“He has come.” Zhang Dong’s voice was hollow.

"Who's here!" Zheng Zha quickly looked around, but couldn't see anything.

“The gatekeeper of the eighteen levels of hell, one of those three terrifying gods,” Zhang Dong said.

"God."

Before he could finish speaking, a crisscrossing cross-shaped crack suddenly appeared in his pupils, and the cross-shaped crack widened abruptly—

The entire sky was instantly torn apart.

among the cracks.

A vast, magnificent celestial palace, seemingly real yet illusory, appears and disappears in the distance.

Above the Heavenly Palace, there are countless blood-red crosses, and those crosses seem to be entangled with souls struggling in pain.

The "angels," whose true forms were rarely seen, hovered above the cluster of crosses. As if sensing that someone was spying on this forbidden place, they all turned their heads 180 degrees and looked at Zheng Zha and his companions with their empty eyes that emitted a ghostly light.

Those were extremely terrifying ghosts!

In an instant, an extremely strong spiritual aura spread out like surging waves, as if to submerge the entire space.

"Eternal Father!"

"The Eternal Son!"

"Eternal Holy Spirit!"

A strange, deafening, and indescribable loud noise pounded against Zheng Zha's consciousness like a heavy hammer.

In a daze, Zheng Zha saw a huge cross on which seemed to be hanging upside down and bound a huge blood-red figure.

The figure exuded a terrifying aura that made people tremble with fear. Suddenly, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened, as if they could see through all the vanity in the world.

The Crusader Blood Angel, representing countless terrifying evil spirits, hovered between two blood-red eyes in the sky.

Everywhere, above and below, were projections of the "blood cross," as if the entire world was shrouded in this terrifying power.

And that palace was sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They were about to pass through the blood-red cross-shaped rift and enter this hellish place.

"Damn it!!" Zheng Zha's hair stood on end.

He uncontrollably entered the Hidden Dragon Transformation state, and his Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill was pushed to its limit.

The next moment, Zhang Dong suddenly waved his hand in that direction.

The terrifying rift that stretched across the heavens and earth suddenly contracted, and the hymns that resounded throughout the world came to an abrupt halt.

The heavens and earth trembled for a moment.

The terrifying crimson palace was held firmly in mid-air by an immense force, unable to move an inch.

"Hold on?" Zhao Yingkong also felt a bit thirsty.

But the next moment, a streak of blood-red light descended from the sky and landed in the far west.

Zhang Dong, expressionless, said to Zheng Zha, "Young man, there is something I need you to do."

Zheng Zha quickly said, "I'll do anything you ask, but what exactly happened?!"

Zhang Dongdao said, "That is the vengeful spirit god existing in the eighteenth level, the Ghost God."

"He has always existed in specific historical gaps, and has only officially descended into the world a few times."

"Now, it seems that the one behind the scenes has sensed the threat and is forcibly sending Him to this level of hell to kill us."

"If He really descends, we will have no choice but to fight Him here. Even if we all go together, the outcome is still uncertain."

Even Zhang Dong doesn't think they're necessarily a match for them?!
"That's terrifying, but you blocked it!" Zheng Zha's eyes widened.

Zhang Dongdao said, "This is only temporary. When the true Ghost God descends, no one can control him except for other gods."

"And in order to descend, He gave birth to a holy son in the West. Zheng Zha, you go and deal with that born holy spirit."

“Otherwise, we will surely die.” Zheng Zha looked at the remaining seven elders.

Zhang Dong shook his head and said, "They don't need to go with you. Facing the Ghost God, they will only be a burden."

Li Qingzhi handed over the wood-chopping knife: "Take this knife; it might still be somewhat useful for slaying ghosts."

Zheng Zha took it and was about to say something when he heard a strange baby cry that echoed throughout the world.

"Go quickly," Zhang Dong said.

"It's too late."

"Understood!"

Zheng Zha gritted his teeth, activated his Destruction state, transformed into a streak of light, and shot off rapidly to the west.

Just one minute later, Zheng Zha had traveled dozens of kilometers to the place where the Holy Son was born.

Ahead, rows of blood-red inverted crosses were stuck in the ground.

Amidst countless crosses, a strange infant sleeps in a blood-red womb.

Without hesitation, Zheng Zha sped up even further, wielding the strange woodcutter's knife and slashing down.

But the baby seemed to sense his arrival and let out a cry that pierced the world.

Suddenly.

However, a series of terrifying thoughts exploded in Zheng Zha's mind, and a sense of foreboding filled his thoughts!

next moment.

A bloody shadow tore through the underworld.

A blood-red figure appeared before the blood-red uterus.

It was a blood-red shadow standing on countless crosses, its form almost supporting the entire underworld, heaven and earth.

Thick, blood-red clouds descended from the sky.

It was like an invincible god.

"Roar!"

Instead of retreating, Zheng Zha advanced, his speed increasing by three times. With a roar, he shattered three layers of blood clouds.

The flames burning around him had materialized, and the Hidden Dragon Transformation expanded even further. He charged towards the Blood Shadow with an aura that seemed to burn away both Yin and Yang.

This strike concentrated all the power of its destructive potential, and the aftershocks stirred up a hundred-meter-high sandstorm on the gray-white ground beneath their feet.

boom--!
The deafening crash was like the collapse of Mount Buzhou, and the entire land of this layer of the Netherworld Hell trembled and cracked.

Zheng Zha's destruction, and the fact that the immunity threshold of the Dark Runes has been reached.

However, Blood Shadow only trembled slightly and took half a step back.

Zheng Zha felt as if he had crashed not into flesh and blood, but into a mountain of stacked steel graves.

The crosses on Blood Shadow's body spun like gears, shredding his impact layer by layer, and each wave of air from the collision carved deep furrows into the earth.

Zheng Zha let out a muffled groan, his body flying backward like a meteorite.

It was buried deep in the earth.

“Impossible…” Zheng Zha wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and found that his skin was covered with blood-red crosses.

Even more terrifying, the blood-red cross burrowed into his body through his wound, attempting to seal the power of the gene lock.

Boom!
The cane struck the ground, and the abnormality on Zheng Zha's body vanished instantly.

Old Qin descended from the sky on a magic carpet.

"Old Qin, you're here!" Zheng Zha exclaimed in surprise.

Old Qin said helplessly, "Luo Wensong opened the door before letting me over. He was worried that you wouldn't be able to handle it alone."

“However, even if I come here now, it will probably be of no use.” Old Qin turned to look at the enormous, towering blood-red shadow.

Tens of thousands of enormous eyes sprouted from the blood-red shadow, as if they contained terrifying worlds within them.

Six rotting arms grew out from both sides.

A pair of arms holding a rusty sword.

A pair of arms supported a rotting shield.

A pair of arms holding brass scales.

Behind it, thirty-six feathered wings, dripping with a dull yellow grease, sprouted.

The blood-red humanoid figure walked forward, as if carrying a huge cross on its back.

"Is this the Ghost God?" Zheng Zha swallowed hard.

This design is too exaggerated.

Even with his vast knowledge and experience, he had never seen a sacred yet terrifying behemoth.

“Michael,” Old Qin said with difficulty.

"The Right Hand of God".

"The projection of God".

"The viceroy of the Kingdom of Heaven".

"We're in trouble."

Zheng Zha stood up and said, "No matter how many or how impressive the titles are, he's still just a vengeful ghost."

Are you kidding me? The Zhongzhou team has dealt with Michael before in the Legend of the Gods and Demons. Are you afraid of this ghost Michael?

The blood-red Michael, with six arms and dragging a decaying longsword, suddenly charged towards Zheng Zha.

It slashed horizontally!
A chill ran down Zheng Zha's spine!

He grabbed Old Qin and instantly activated the Destruction spell, heading vertically.

Accompanied by this, the Holy Son let out a pitiful cry like that of an infant!

A crimson halo spread outwards, and all the underworld objects covered by this halo split open on both sides.

It almost cut this layer of hell in two.

Old Qin was still reeling from the violent gust of wind and had not fully recovered.

He looked up and saw the huge golden dragonman kneeling on the ground, with a bloody gash on Zheng Zha's waist and abdomen.

The blood kept flowing.

Zheng Zha gritted his teeth and said, "That's powerful! A sure-hit attack!"

"Old Qin, how many more times can you use the reboot in a short period of time?" Zheng Zha asked, turning around.

“Three times,” Old Qin said calmly.

“Alright then.” Zheng Zha stood up.

"Let's see how thick this ghost's health bar is!"

The collision of true essence and demonic power unleashed a burst of primordial energy, carving a thousand-meter-deep trench into the gray earth beneath their feet.

At the same time, Zheng Zha's body inevitably began to deteriorate continuously.

Primordial Era - Creation of Heaven and Earth!
Like the first roar of Pangu when he created the world.

The merged energy torrent transformed into a chaotic, giant python; wherever its tongue passed, the gray-white earth melted like butter.

The vengeful spirits that roamed within it were instantly torn into fragments of runes upon contact with the torrent.

The blood cloud surrounding the vengeful ghost Michael shattered instantly, and the thirty-six pairs of blood wings on his back burst into flames.

At the same time, six rotting hands were raised high in unison.

A pair of shields, a pair of scales.

And those rusty longswords.

Slash forward!
The shriek of the blade was even more piercing than a nuclear explosion or sonic boom. The hundred-meter-long crimson blade, carrying the power to tear apart the ghost realm, struck the seven-inch mark of the chaotic giant python.

The point of impact erupted with a sun-like brilliance, followed by a terrifying shockwave that swept outwards.

Outside the church.

Zhang Dong suppressed the strange behavior of Meng Xiaodong with one hand, while holding up the blood cross that tore through the sky with the other.

But then he suddenly looked west.

A sun, like a nuclear explosion, shot into the sky.

The other seven elders were suddenly shocked.

In their perception, a huge gap had been torn open in the hellish realm over there.

Then came a series of suns, one after another, until the earth almost cracked open.

"That young man might actually be able to put an end to the vengeful ghosts," Zhang Bohua remarked.

Zhang Dong replied, "That's not enough."

"Not nearly enough."

Smoke and dust spread.