Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 273 The Blood of the Gods Appears?! Li Zhexian Rushes into the Desolate City

"Dust Heart!"

Watching Chen Xin rush into that abandoned city.

Both Feng Bailong and Yu Yuanzhen's expressions changed drastically.

With such unwavering resolve to seek the sword, how could he be easily swayed by external things?!

Only Ning Fengzhi seemed to remember something, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

"There's something seriously wrong with this city..."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

Above the city, rays of light shone in countless directions, and auspicious clouds drifted in thousands of strands.

A seven-story glazed pagoda emerged, its glazed tiles reflecting a mesmerizing glow in the dim light.

The wind chimes hanging under the eaves emitted a series of crisp sounds.

"Nine...Nine Treasures...Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda..."

Ning Fengzhi waved his sleeve and charged toward the city.

Followed by.

Gu Rong, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen all had a look of confusion on their faces.

A strange and evil force allowed them to see their own hope, and amplified this greed to an infinite degree.

"Sect Master Ning! Senior Feng Bailong!"

Li Zhexian's face darkened.

Even at the very beginning of entering the secret realm.

When he saw this abandoned city, he felt a strong sense of dread.

If he guessed correctly...

This secret realm must be the place where the Rakshasa God passed down his legacy!

Li Zhexian slowly tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"I thought that after the previous Rakshasa God disappeared, there would be no trace of him in the world."

"did not expect……"

"There's actually a hidden Rakshasa realm here."

He had doubts from the beginning.

Even though Bibi Dong was exceptionally talented.

However, there is no complete lineage of deities.

How could she inherit the position of Rakshasa God?
"If……"

"The Asura God wields power over slaughter and judgment, but is only slightly tainted with evil."

"That Rakshasa god is a pure evil god."

"Twisted, morbid, insane, evil..."

"The Asura Secret Realm was only slightly influenced by the Rakshasa God, yet it became a killing ground and a breeding ground for evil."

"What kind of terrifying and perilous place is this true Rakshasa Secret Realm?"

Although it is known that the abandoned city is likely a den of dragons and tigers.

But several of the predecessors have already devoted themselves to it.

He, Li Zhexian, could only give it a shot.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Li Zhexian's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Above the lonely city, among the countless treasures floating in the sky, three drops of dark purple blood emanated supreme divine power.

"That is……"

"Blood of the Gods!!!"

Li Bai, the banished immortal, always believed in the harmony of his inner world.

To see through falsehoods.

Unmoved by foreign objects.

But at this moment.

Witnessing those three drops of heart's blood.

His mind shattered instantly.

"What if!"

"What if it's true!"

"Zhu Qing is saved!"

Li Zhexian gripped the Azure Lotus Sword tightly, his body transforming into streaks of chilling sword energy as he resolutely charged towards the desolate city.

He wasn't thinking of himself!
They also do not covet external things!
I only crave that tiny glimmer of hope...

I hope to save the girl who remembers his preference for purple and who poured her heart and soul into him!
Knowing full well that it might be a mirage or an abyss...

But it still comes down to that...

What if? !

Boom boom——

Boom boom——

Within the secret realm.

Powerful soul forces surged into the sky, and powerful figures of all kinds rushed towards the desolate and ominous city like moths to a flame.

The powerful figures from the sects in this secret realm ignited their immense soul power and rushed towards the lonely city.

Outside the secret realm.

The onlookers were shocked.

They did not see the treasures above the city.

All that could be seen were those renowned and powerful figures, who now seemed to be possessed, rushing towards that strange city.

"Bibi Dong!"

Dugu Bo's green robe billowed, soaring into the sky and standing tall in the void.

A bluish-red mist shrouded the sky above Martial Soul City in a gloomy, dark aura. Hiss—

hiss--

Suddenly, a piercing snake's cry echoed through the sky.

In everyone's horrified eyes.

A ten-headed, crimson serpent king, stretching across the sky, materialized and appeared in the poisonous mist.

Dugu Bo sat cross-legged atop the central snake head, his face grim.

"What did you do?"

Why did Li Zhexian, Chen Xin, and the others head straight for the Ghost City?

His furious roar echoed like thunder throughout Wuhun City.

"Although this is Wuhun City!"

"Even with several titled individuals surrounding him!"

"But I must ask you a question today!"

"If you push me too far, I'll make sure your Spirit City is littered with corpses!"

"Do you believe me or not?!"

The thousands of soul masters in Wuhun City panicked.

And he cursed under his breath.

—Old Poisoner, just ask away, what's the logic behind your constant threats to drag the whole city down with you?!
Tang Cang and Tang Yuan also stood up abruptly, their expressions a mixture of shock and anger.

They also wanted to scold and berate Dugu Bo like that.

But the words stuck in his throat, and he ultimately dared not utter a single syllable.

The ghost looked at Yue Guan and said in a gloomy tone:

"Can you still cure this old poisoner's poison?"

Yue Guan stared intently at the ten-headed serpent king, gritting his teeth as he said:

"The old poison master's speed of improvement is astonishing!"

"Five years ago, you were the weakest title holder, but now your aura is even stronger than mine!"

"His snake venom..."

"I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to solve!"

His martial spirit is a celestial flower—the rare and precious Chrysanthemum.

Although not skilled in detoxification.

But when Dugu Bo was weaker than him.

He can also explain it.

But now...

We are at our wits' end.

A chilling murderous intent flashed across Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face as her gaze swept over the commotion and chattering crowd, her calm voice resounding throughout.

"Even I, the Pope, have not been able to see the full extent of this secret realm."

"It seems these powerful individuals have made some discovery, which is why they have all gone to explore."

“Those who enter the secret realm are all pillars of the continent, and I, the Pope, am more worried than you all.”

"This isolated city is mysterious, and its mysteries may not be immediately reflected on the light screen."

"But you need not worry too much, there is a secret key to protect your lives, and you can escape the city if there is any danger."

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's words...

The murmurs gradually subsided.

Dugu Bo remained seated cross-legged atop the snake's head, his expression still grim.

Obviously.

He did not believe Bibi Dong's explanation.

The top of the sacred mountain.

The worshippers looked solemn.

"Only by entering that isolated city can one truly enter the secret realm."

"Such an extremely evil aura, from which deity's legacy does it originate?"

Qian Renxue's slender hands clenched tightly in her sleeves, and the angel wings behind her flapped as she soared toward the Temple of Angels.

"That woman is sure to harm the banished immortal."

"...You are not the only one who possesses divine inheritance."

The vermilion city gate was rotten and decayed.

The rivets were covered in rust.

The area in front of the gate was empty, with no guards present.

Only two stone statues, each over ten meters tall and with faces obscured, holding sickles, stand on either side of the city gate.

The outer robe covering the stone statue is so lifelike that even the flowing folds are sculpted.

But it only adds to the eeriness of the place.

The way the outer robe fluttered was even sculpted.

Although Li Zhexian's heart was connected to the blood of the gods.

But he remained clear-headed and knew where he was stepping into.

The instant you cross the city gate.

He frowned and stared at the stone statue holding a sickle on his right.

Ding--

A soft sound.

A rusty rivet fell off the city gate and hit the ground with a thud.

Li Zhexian saw it clearly.

The stone statue holding a sickle gently lowered its body...

(End of this chapter)