Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The escaped red worm crashed into the statue and instantly vanished.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

A towering pagoda stands between the two realms, feeding on red worms and restoring peace to the world.

The twelve guardian deities solemnly chanted around the giant tower, cleansing away impurities and eradicating the sins of heaven and earth.

Finally, the last insect crashed into the Buddha wall, and both realms returned to tranquility.

Luo Hou descended from the top of the Demon World Pagoda, his blood and qi surging. The Twelve Divine Guardians was a divine move, and using it consumed a lot of his foundation. Even though his Three Extremes True Essence could replenish his mana, his mana bar was already half empty.

One Page Book's situation was even worse; after transforming back into human form, he sat on the ground and meditated with his eyes closed.

The transformation between human and demon world forms requires a lot of energy. In addition, the Demon Tower has been digesting the red tide for a long time, and his power has been pushed to its limit.

Luo Hou stood quietly to the side, protecting the Dharma.

Its daybreak.

The red sun leaps over the horizon, painting the forests and mountains in vibrant hues.

Yi Ye Shu stood up, his expression much calmer.

"Brahma, how are you?"

"I never expected that these insects weren't real insects, but rather an extremely foul and filthy gas. Fortunately, the Demon World Pagoda was also formed from the evil energy of the Annihilation Realm, so they didn't conflict with each other. If it had been my original Buddha body, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Luo Hou felt a chill in his heart. He had once thought of cutting down the Red Tide himself. With his Brahma Body Demon Body, the Twelve Divine Guardians, and the Cang Er Blade, he could definitely destroy this Red Tide.

If you take action, you will have to bear the brunt of that extremely foul and polluted air yourself.

Perhaps, without a sound, I have escaped death once again.

"Brahma, do not be careless."

“I am going to Dingchan Heaven to rest quietly with the Bodhisattva for a while and I will be fine. If you need anything, you can come to Dingchan Heaven to find me then.”

"Well, take care."

"Farewell for now."

Just as the crimson tide of the intermediate realm was completely annihilated, the depths of the earth began to twist, and streams of black energy escaped from the cracks in the earth's crust, dispersing in different directions.

Many places tainted by the black mist began to respond to the earth's twisting motion, as if dancing to the same rhythm.

Looking down from the heavens at this moment of suffering, the earth trembled as if a fetus were being moved.

"He's started again, he's never settled down."

Deep underground, in an unfathomable place, someone responded to the voice from the heavens above: "For thousands of years, He has intercepted my energy, causing great damage to the Dark Realm and the disappearance of many other realms. I have truly suffered a great loss."

"Ha, you still use that person's negative karma to create a powerful realm of desire. Now it's your stage, and we can only watch your performance from the sidelines."

"Can you guarantee that neither you nor that person will interfere in the next round?"

"I can vouch for myself, but as for that Buddhist friend, hehehehehe~"

The sound faded, and the gates of light and shadow appeared, a vast expanse of light, a scene of desolation and mystery. The sound was faint, like the fading of a sword, a faint echo of light, a scene of ethereal beauty.

The monk picked up a piece of spiritual rain and listened to the sounds within the flower.

"..."

"If it concerns a great undertaking, I will certainly make it happen."

"..."

"Accept the order."

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Chapter 185 The Unresolved Feud Between the Three Evil Ghosts and the Seven Martial Arts Cultivators

For some unknown reason, the dark, desolate battlefield was suddenly filled with a heavy, oppressive aura of death.

A man with no story once buried his lover, Bright Moon Night Feather, here, but now the grave is empty, and Night Feather's body has vanished.

Just as he was deep in thought, a cold wind blew in, and the aura of death intensified.

Suddenly, the hymn resounded:

"The underworld is in turmoil, hell is undergoing tremendous changes. When slaughter is no longer terrifying, only humans are the real devils."

As soon as the poem was finished, an extremely strange figure descended before them.

It has curved horns on its head, a face covered with blue totems, a body draped in colorful eagle feathers, gray-white hair, and a cold, sharp gaze.

"Who are you? What brings you here?"

The monster refused and instead struck the person with no story.

The man with no past hastily drew his sword, and as he parried, he sensed a familiar presence. Though he couldn't believe it, he tried to call out, "Bu Ye, are you Bu Ye?"

"The chapter of the Ghost Wilderness Barbarian Clan originally had no page of Never Night. If you are lucky enough to escape tonight, please remember my name is Ghost Wilderness Hell Transformation."

Another palm strike came, its unmatched, chilling aura forcing the swordsman to retreat step by step.

"Hellish Transformation, drink!"

With a single palm raised to the sky, the demonic energy swirled and the demonic aura surged.

Then, sand and dust filled the sky, creating an image of purgatory, accompanied by the wails of ten thousand ghosts, and struck the innocent without a story.

"Uh~"

Injured with a single blow, the man with no story retreated in sorrow.

"Hahahaha~~ This is the only chance I'll give you to spare your life."

Ghost Desolation Hell Transformation departed with a maniacal laugh, leaving behind the swordsman's mournful cry: "Nightless Night!"

Meanwhile, the delinquent girl, Ebony, was rushing through the grove.

What was chasing her was not a person, but a severed arm, a blood-red severed arm that exuded an extremely evil aura. The veins could be seen in the blurred flesh, and there were protruding white bone spurs on it, which was quite terrifying.

The Blood Puppet Master said that this severed arm was a ghost hand, which came from the first Ghost King and was retrieved by Evil Bones himself climbing up the Abyss of Calling.

She risked falling to her death to climb the Heavenly Ladder, simply because the Blood Puppet Master told her that as long as she climbed to the top, she could ascend to heaven in one step and change her tragic fate.

The evil bone indeed climbed to the top of the Howling Abyss and brought down the ghostly hand from among countless severed limbs.

However, the changes that the Blood Puppet Master had promised did not occur, and she realized she had been deceived.

"Hoo hoo hoo~~ Mai's chasing me again, I don't want to be your master~~"

Just as the evil bone was running out of breath, it suddenly tripped over a stone, and the ghostly hand behind it instantly climbed up.

The evil bone said helplessly, "If you insist on coming with me, I won't allow you to go back on your word. Understand?"

Ghost Hand tugged at her arm, as if nodding.

Evil Bones scoffed: "That's a good response now. If things really get complicated, you'll run like the wind. Anyway, if you go back on your word, I'll do everything I can to destroy you."

She picked up the ghost hand, and in an instant, the two arms merged together.

"what!"

A scream rang out, and not only did his arm change, but Evil Bone also felt an uncontrollable emotion welling up inside him.

She couldn't tell what it was, but involuntarily took out the Chi You head given to her by the Blood Puppet Master and put it on her face.

The mask covers the face, and evil power enters the body.

The road ahead is long and uncertain, and I feel completely lost.

Evil Bones didn't know where he was going; he just kept walking forward. By the time he got out of the forest, it would be dawn.

Suddenly, a chilling aura, darker than the night itself, surged from the woods, instantly enveloping the entire wilderness. At the same time, her newly fused ghostly hand began to tremble inexplicably.

"Ghost Hand, what's all the excitement about?"

Before Evil Bones could think any further, a monster descended with a fleeting voice: "The Three Evil Spirits, it's time to return them to their rightful owner."

"what are you?"

"The demonic hand has been implanted in your body, sealing your fate to death. Drink!"

The monster pressed forward aggressively, and with life hanging in the balance, Evil Bone discovered that the ghostly hand, which originally possessed terrifying strength, was now completely unmoved.

"Ghost Hand, fight back! Why won't you listen? Hurry up!"

"Hahaha~~ The Ghostly Desolate Hell Transformation is the true master of the Ghost Hand, you shall go to hell!"

The monster struck again with a palm, knocking Evil Bone to the ground with a loud thud. Chi You's head rolled off, revealing Evil Bone's originally handsome face.

"Ok?"

Taking advantage of the female demon's distraction, Evil Bone picked up Chi You's head and fled quickly.

"A meal's worth a life's debt, but next time we meet, you won't be so lucky."

Ghost Desolation Hell Transformation pressed down on the ghost hand and rushed towards the border of the intermediate realm, where the aura of the Ghost Eye could be found.

Black Nineteen stood amidst the ruins of the Wall of Repentance: "Mother, the Red Tide was utterly wiped out by the people of the Bitter Realm. It's a pity you didn't live to see that day."

Just as Black Nineteen was immersed in grief, the world trembled, and an inexplicable death aura surged in from all directions.

"The underworld is in turmoil, hell is undergoing tremendous changes. When slaughter is no longer terrifying, only humans are the real devils."

Ghost Desolate Hell Transformation stared at the red cloth on the black nineteen eyes, the familiar aura being the twin pupils of a demon.

"I've come to reclaim what's rightfully mine, drink!"

Before the person in front of him could react, Ghost Desolate Hell Transformation let out a deep shout, his mighty palm piercing through the air to strike, and the enormous ghostly energy shook the heavens and the earth.

Black Nineteen frantically brandished his sword and fought desperately, but he was no match for Hell Transformation's elusive figure and unparalleled demonic power.

After a few moves, there was a loud bang, stones flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky.

Immediately, the black-clad nineteen-mouthed man coughed up crimson blood, and his sword fell to the ground.

Hell Transformation grabbed Nineteen and left.

Less than a few breaths after Hell Transformation abducted Nineteen, Zhi Xin arrived and saw several fresh bloodstains on the ruins.

"Signs of a fight, and a repulsive smell. Chase after them!"