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

Chapter 275 The Mysterious Rakshasa Realm: Four Titled Statues Battle the Scythe-Wielding Stone Statue
The powerful figures from each sect scattered and departed.

The abandoned city fell into a deathly silence once again.

A somber, dark purple sky hung in the air, a crescent moon half-hidden behind thick clouds, its faint light barely illuminating the long-dead city.

The long street was dilapidated, the houses were crumbling, and everything was shrouded in a gloomy shadow.

In the streets and alleys.

It is not empty.

The stalls lined the street, stretching into the bottomless darkness.

Restaurants and teahouses stood on both sides, and cloth shops and cosmetic shops could be vaguely discerned.

Li Zhexian's gaze swept across the area, and he even spotted a steamed bun shop with steamed buns half-wrapped in oil paper on the table.

That situation...

It's like a deal that's only halfway done.

The shopkeeper, the customers, the whole city... all vanished into thin air in an instant.

A cold wind swept up from the ground.

The dark brown paper pasted on someone's window was torn off by the wind.

A few rustling sounds drifted past his eyes.

Even as titled Douluo, the group dared not be careless, focusing their minds and conversing in hushed tones:

Were the treasures we saw earlier real or fake?

Li Zhexian frowned and pondered.

he thinks……

Those treasures are not illusions.

At least it shouldn't all be fake.

Just like a killing city, it is bloody and deadly at every turn.

Get to the root of it.

However, it is a secret realm set up by the Asura God to select a successor.

Amidst the danger lies a great opportunity.

Even though the Rakshasa god is evil.

This secret realm was created for the purpose of preserving traditions.

It must be a crisis with hidden opportunities, a matter of life and death.

"Although Bibi Dong gained some of the Rakshasa's authority by passing several trials of the divine test..."

"Just like Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter, who can mobilize a trace of the power of the Asura Demon Sword."

"But she has not yet become a Rakshasa God."

Li Zhexian's eyes sparkled.

"I am still safe and sound."

"This clearly shows that Bibi Dong had not fully controlled this Rakshasa Secret Realm."

He expressed his thoughts.

He used his soul power to transmit a message to Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others.

The group exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

Chen Xin paused in his steps, staring intently at the alleyway.

A straw target is tilted at an angle, and strings of candied hawthorns are crystal clear, just like cinnabar that has not melted in the wind and snow of last year.

Where exactly is the treasure hidden?

The ancient banyan tree spoke up and asked a question.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

half an hour.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the thousands of closed doors on both sides of the street and slowly said:

"The most likely location is within these houses."

I recalled the scene of all the gates shaking in unison.

The expressions on their faces immediately turned serious.

Unless absolutely necessary.

Nobody wants to touch these doors easily.

And this time.

Li Zhexian's expression suddenly changed slightly:
"Seniors, have you seen those two black-robed men from the Holy Dragon Sect?"

Chen Xin and Feng Bailong both frowned and shook their heads:

"No, what's wrong?"

Li Zhexian kept a close eye on those tightly closed doors.

"Before killing Tang Lie."

“I also killed Tuoba Xi, the sect leader of the Holy Dragon Sect.”

"But the banner of the Holy Dragon Sect is not on his person."

"Those two men in black robes are definitely not ordinary people, and they have not shown themselves yet."

He recalled a power associated with the Rakshasa god.

More accurately...

It was after passing a certain test by the Rakshasa God.

A strange and unpredictable power that can be controlled.

Just as he was about to speak.

call--!
A chilling wind rises again.

The crescent moon on the dark purple sky completely disappeared into the thick clouds.

The faint moonlight suddenly disappeared.

The entire desolate city was plunged into complete darkness.

"careful!"

Li Zhexian, Chen Xin, and the others tightened their formation, protecting Ning Fengzhi in the center while cautiously looking around.

squeak - creak -

A sickening scraping sound came from the direction of the city gate.

It looked like a heavy object dragging on the ground. Or like a rusty mechanism slowly turning.

Like a harbinger of death before it strikes, the sound echoed throughout the city.

Li Zhexian's expression changed drastically.

He recalled the two stone statues holding sickles that stood at the city gate.

"I'm afraid something terrible is about to happen."

The voice just fell.

"Ahhhh——!"

In a deep alleyway to the southeast.

Suddenly, a shrill, bloodcurdling scream erupted.

The sound, filled with terror and pain, echoed through the dark, dead city, sending chills down one's spine.

"what happened?"

Yu Yuanzhen's voice suddenly turned cold:
"If they had the key and could have escaped at any time, why did someone die?"

There's only one possibility...

Li Zhexian gripped the Azure Lotus Sword tightly in his hand.

"That thing is too powerful, so powerful that it can't even crush the key in time."

After a few breaths.

They are separated by several long streets.

A dark shadow more than ten meters tall suddenly came into everyone's view.

The dark figure was clad in a wide black robe, and dragged a giant scythe along the ground, making a metallic scraping sound.

Can't see face clearly.

Only two dark purple lights could be seen under the brim of the hat.

Like a searchlight scanning the entire city.

Just as Li Zhexian and his companions saw her.

The two beams of light had already enveloped them.

"Humph!"

Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly, and lightning surged around him as he soared into the air.

Clank, clank, clank——!
Three clear, resounding sword cries pierced the sky.

Dust Heart's Seven Killings Sword Intent soared to the sky, Feng Bailong's figure transformed into a gentle breeze, and Li Zhexian's body was surrounded by seven green lotus swords that swirled and danced.

The ancient banyan tree summoned the bone dragon.

They stood protectively in front of Ning Fengzhi.

A seven-story glazed pagoda appeared behind Ning Fengzhi.

Seven colors of light flowed around.

The various amplifying soul skills fell upon Li Zhexian and his four companions.

All of a sudden.

Thunder roared like a dragon's cry!
Sword light flashed like falling stars!
The group's already formidable aura surged once more, and they fearlessly charged straight at the giant scythe-wielding figure!
He has gathered three titled Douluo and one with combat power comparable to a titled Douluo, and also has the help of the world's number one support!

Unless they are beings who have reached the threshold of godhood, they are all worth fighting and there is no need to retreat!
boom--! ! !
Under the pitch-black sky.

The four figures collided violently with the giant shadow wielding the scythe.

Soul skills erupted like a tidal wave, sword light tore through the long night, and thunder illuminated the city.

Each clash shook the entire desolate city, with streams of soul power surging and flowing in all directions, causing the houses to tremble violently.

In the midst of fierce fighting.

The lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The light cast a chilling, pale glow over the entire city.

A deafening roar echoed throughout the city, and the powerful figures from various sects looked up in shock at the battleground.

"It's Chen Xin, Li Zhe Xian!"

"They actually dared to confront that giant scythe-wielding figure head-on... truly skilled and daring!"

"With three titles and an immortal like Li Zhexian who is comparable to a title, we naturally have nothing to fear!"

"But that giant shadow wielding a scythe is probably one with this desolate city, and it is by no means something to be trifled with!"

……

Zheng——!
While the giant scythe-wielding figure was engaged in fierce battle with Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen.

Li Zhexian swung his sword through the air, precisely slicing through the giant shadow's neck.

A dark purple wound split open, and thick purple blood gushed out like a spring.

The giant shadow was covered in wounds of all sizes, yet it still swung its scythe wildly, its ferocity undiminished.

"His strength is around level ninety-seven..."

"Is the Rakshasa Secret Realm really only this level?"

In the blink of an eye.

Li Zhexian sheathed his sword with a backhand motion, and the platinum-gold soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill - Ya Zi Judgment!"

Select a wound on your opponent that you caused and detonate it tenfold.

Behind him, a ferocious beast carrying a sword roared to the sky.

A crimson sword light shot out from the blood-red mouth.

It ruthlessly slashed into the giant shadow's neck wound.

next moment.

The sword mark suddenly exploded.

Dark purple blood light shot into the sky.

The giant shadow's head, covered in a black robe, rolled off with a crash.

Outside the secret realm.

See this scene.

Bibi Dong ran her fingertips over the healed old wound on the side of her neck, a chilling smile curving her thin lips.

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