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

Chapter 277 True Hope, Qian Daoliu Makes His Move, Qian Renxue Enters the Rakshasa Secret Realm
Two pale hands reached out from the air.

They went straight for Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen.

The weird thing is...

The demonic figure ignored Li Zhexian and Chenxin completely.

With a flicker of sword energy between his fingers, Chen Xin unleashed the Seven Killings Sword Intent, which soared into the sky.

But he was suddenly stopped by Li Zhexian:
"Senior Chenxin, wait!"

His gaze swept quickly across the area.

Behind Gu Rong, a bone dragon roared, the wind-blown dragon sword howled like a tide, and the jade essence thunder surged.

The three of them are about to engage in another bloody battle with the scythe-wielding demon!
Li Zhexian's thoughts raced, his gaze sharp as a sword:
"Why are you not attacking me and Senior Chenxin?"

"This proves that entering the house was indeed a way out!"

"But why are Sect Leader Ning and the others still being attacked?!"

"We're in the same hospital, so what's the difference?!"

The pale, gigantic hand pressed down like the sky collapsing, sending sand and gravel flying in the courtyard, and causing the two dilapidated houses to tremble incessantly.

Between the electric light and flint.

Li Zhexian was suddenly startled, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he shouted:

"This house can only accommodate two people!"

"Sect Leader Ning, Senior Gu Rong, Senior Feng Bailong, Senior Yu Yuanzhen, leave this courtyard immediately and find another place!"

"A courtyard with a few rooms represents the livelihoods of several people!"

Finished speaking.

He exchanged a glance with Chen Xin.

The two leaped up simultaneously, their swords flashing like rainbows, fiercely meeting the descending pale palm.

boom--! ! !
Sword and palm clashed, soul power exploded.

Taking advantage of this moment of stalemate, Ning Fengzhi and his companions did not hesitate. They transformed into streaks of light and shot away from the courtyard, crashing into the opposite and adjacent courtyards in pairs.

Amidst a shower of dark purple blood.

Chen Xin retreated more than ten steps, causing the ground to crack.

Li Zhexian was even blasted into the ground by a single palm strike.

Amidst the billowing dust and smoke.

He rushed out covered in blood, coughing up blood incessantly.

If he doesn't use desperate measures, with his current cultivation level, it would still be too much of a stretch for him to fight a level 97 Title Douluo head-on.

"Excommunicate the Immortal!"

Chen Xin's expression changed, and she flashed to his side.

"Don't worry, Senior Chenxin, I'm fine."

Li Zhexian wiped the blood from his lips.

Beneath the skin and flesh, four-colored spiritual light flowed, and the injury healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sect Master Ning, Senior Feng Bailong..."

Suddenly, the door to the opposite house opened, revealing the figures of Feng Bailong and Yu Yuanzhen.

Even from just across the wall, Ning Fengzhi's calm voice could be heard:

We are all well.

On the streets and alleys.

Two scythe-wielding demonic figures paced anxiously outside the three courtyards.

Finally, it let out a roar of resentment.

They fled to other parts of the city.

"gone……"

They are separated by the street.

Several people were having a conversation across distance.

"If it weren't for your quick wit, young friend, we would probably have had to fight for a long time."

"The outcome is still unknown."

Feng Bailong sighed.

Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi, and the others nodded in agreement.

Discovering the secrets of a house may not be too difficult.

But to be able to glean a glimmer of hope amidst the desperate chase is truly remarkable.

Li Zhexian's handsome face showed no sign of pride. Instead, he swept his gaze across the overgrown courtyard and said in a solemn tone:

"My current concern is..."

Ning Fengzhi from next door chimed in:

"Immortal, are you worried that there is something sinister inside the house?"

Just as Li Zhexian was about to respond, his pupils suddenly contracted.

All I could see was across the street.

In the courtyard where Feng Bailong and Yu Yuanzhen were.

Two figures entwined with death energy slowly materialized in the darkness.

"Senior Feng Bailong! Senior Yu Yuanzhen!"

"Wind Sword! Old Dragon!"

Li Zhexian and Chenxin both exclaimed in surprise.

bang——

bang——

bang——

The three courtyard gates suddenly slammed shut without warning.

Block out all sight and sound.

And just as the door closed.

Li Zhexian and Chen Xinyan didn't even look at each other, and immediately turned around and slashed backward with their swords.

scoff-

scoff-

The sword's edge tore through the air, but missed its target.

The two retreated several feet and stared intently at the entrance of the two shabby houses.

Darkness surged, and evil energy filled the air, as if the gates of hell had been opened.

Two figures emerged from the black mist, their bodies reeking of decay. Their faces were ashen, adorned with strange purple markings, and their movements were stiff as puppets.

Chen Xin narrowed his eyes and slowly said:

"It was you who killed Marquis Xian, Lü Buyang."

The two of them turned their necks slightly stiffly, their cloudy eyes fixed on Chen Xin.

A hoarse laugh, like the grinding of sand, rang out.

"The Way of the Sword, the Heart of Dust..."

"It's been more than a decade since we last met. I hope you've been well."

Li Zhexian felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed the terrifying death aura swirling around the two of them.

Chen Xin's next words confirmed his thoughts:
"Kill Marquis Xian and Lü Buyang..."

"The previous Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall perished in the 673rd year of the Spirit Calendar."

"Heh heh... It's rare that you still remember..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The Seven Kill Sword suddenly slashed out.

The crimson sword light illuminated the dark city, and the two men were severed in two, their bodies collapsing like withered stones and gradually dissipating.

"In life, I could cut you down like weeds; in death, I can return with a single sword stroke."

Chen Xin sheathed his sword and stood there, his voice as cold as iron.

bang——

bang——

The gates of the opposite and neighboring courtyards opened simultaneously.

The shocked voices of Gu Rong and Yu Yuanzhen could be heard:

"The people living in this house are actually the deceased members of the Spirit Hall!"

"The dead return..."

"Just what kind of eerie and dangerous place is this desolate city?!"

Although the dead were easily annihilated.

But everyone felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on their hearts.

There are countless houses in this abandoned city.

If each room is inhabited by a former Spirit Hall powerhouse who vanished long ago...

If the army of the undead were to appear in the world, who could stop them?
If Bibi Dong enslaves the army of the undead, who on the continent can stand against her?

Li Zhexian slowly tightened his grip on the Azure Lotus Sword.

He knew what his seniors were thinking.

Because in the original storyline...

What I feared has finally come true.

In the Battle of Jialing Pass, where Bibi Dong fought a decisive battle against Tian Dou, she indeed summoned an army of the dead, almost turning the tide of the battle and staining the mountains and rivers with blood.

"Those two black-robed men from the Holy Dragon Sect..."

A cold glint flashed in Li Zhexian's eyes.

"I know who they are."

Outside the secret realm.

After Li Zhexian and his companions broke into the house, they disappeared without a trace.

The screen displayed scenes of powerful figures from various sects being chased by demonic shadows.

It disappears at the most exciting part.

The onlookers became restless.

Dugu Bo rose from the snake's head, his green and red robe billowing, and poisonous mist swirling into clouds.

"What is Li Bai's current situation?!"

His somber voice echoed across the Spirit City.

"Bibi Dong, do you really think I wouldn't dare to spread poison throughout Wuhun City?!"

"Even if the Hall of Worship reappears, I will make half the lives of your city pay the price!"

Yue Guan, Gui Mei Ling Kong, and Dugu Bo faced off, creating a tense atmosphere.

Bibi Dong parted her thin lips slightly, about to speak.

His expression suddenly changed.

It's not just her.

Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Dugu Bo, and even the entire city's Soul Masters all showed expressions of horror!

The top of the sacred mountain.

A grey-robed, blond-haired figure flashed past.

A thousand-foot-long, dazzling sword slowly descended.

Above Wuhun City, the poisonous fog dissipated instantly, the sky seemed to have been torn apart, and the sword marks stretched endlessly.

The angelic sword slashed at the light curtain that stretched across the sky.

"Thank you, grandpa..."

Qian Renxue flapped her angel wings, following closely behind the angelic sword.

Boom boom boom——

Click click——

A series of earth-shattering roars.

The entire Wuhun City was shaking violently.

The light barrier was cleaved open by the angel's sword.

A torrent of dark purple soul power surged forth.

The towering snow transformed into a golden streak of light.

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