I picked up the scattered attributes

There's really no reason for it!

"Hmm, he still has that strange pig-slaughtering knife in his hand, which can indirectly control the ancestor's body. This possibility... is not entirely out of the question!"

Before this, he had provoked Feng Xia many times. According to this guy's style, he should have used a deadly technique to kill him and silence him right away. But he has let him live until now and even took him with him when he ran away!

The ancestor was currently deep in thought, and gradually began to speculate about the origins of Feng Xia.

—Perhaps this guy and the ancestor came from the same battlefield, or even might be related!

"I wonder what kind of divine artifact this guy's true form is... and what its connection is to the ancestor's true form?"

In the midst of his frantic run, Feng Xia suddenly sneezed.

"Strange, which idiot would be talking about me at a time like this?" Feng Xia touched the tip of his nose, his expression slightly odd. "Could it be that the Holy Son has been resurrected so quickly?"

This time, he even used the great supernatural power he had comprehended in the cycle of dreams—the Wrath of All Beings.

Although he no longer possessed the terrifying, all-powerful cultivation he had in his dream, the power of the Wrath of All Beings was specifically used to restrain the Holy Son Ying Daoyi.

Therefore, in Feng Xia's prediction, even if the Holy Son could still be resurrected, this death would be enough to give him a good hard time.

"This is a bit too fast. It seems we need to think of some other solutions... But before that, we need to deal with the immediate problem first!"

Feng Xia's gaze swept in all directions.

At this moment, he reduced the range of the divine light of the Heavenly Ladder to within one foot around himself, so as not to disturb more monsters in the darkness.

Even so, he could still see countless severed limbs and remains, as if the entire wasteland on the second level was writhing and fearlessly attacking him and Ancestor Mu Chen!

"What exactly happened? Even if the second level of the Demon Emperor's Tomb has undergone an anomaly, where did these remains come from? Even if all the dead who entered the Demon Emperor's Tomb throughout the ages were accumulated, the number probably wouldn't be that many!"

Just then, Feng Xia's heart skipped a beat.

A faint gurgling sound came from the darkness, as if a river was flowing gently, its waves crashing against the shore and churning up thousands of silver flowers.

Unbeknownst to them, a layer of hazy mist rose up, wet and slippery, filling every inch of space, severely obstructing Feng Xia's vision even with his cultivation level.

As the gray fog rose, the severed limbs and remains around seemed to receive a mysterious blessing. They stopped rushing in and quietly disappeared into the gray fog, hiding there silently, as if they had transformed from crazed berserkers into stealthy assassins!

It remains as bloodthirsty and murderous as ever, but it is even more bizarre and unpredictable!

"Could this gray fog be...?"

Feng Xia's pupils suddenly contracted as he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen a similar scene in the Dream Kingdom.

—That was during the decisive battle with the Holy Son Yingdao. The entire Lingyun Imperial Palace exploded, and a strange black hole appeared in the ancestral temple. A long river was connected to the black hole, with water mist and waves rolling up and spreading a gray fog that covered the sky. Skeletons and corpses rose and fell in the waves, and there were also beings that seemed to be the dead coming ashore, moving in the gray fog, reaping all life in the outside world.

And only a short time later, he saw the scene from his dream actually unfold in reality!

"Could it be that the River Styx is about to descend upon the world again and reap the lives of this era?"

Feng Xia's heart immediately tightened, and she felt an inexplicable pressure.

Just then, he suddenly saw two figures appear ahead, one tall and one short, waiting by a winding river. Feng Xia immediately shouted, "You Niang! Qing Lin! There's a big problem here, we have to get out of here right away!"

The two figures swayed, then lost their balance and fell to the ground one after the other.

Feng Xia felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. He gripped Mu Chen's body tightly and shot away at an even greater speed, suddenly appearing beside the two figures:

"Hiss...ha..."

However, one of the figures suddenly raised its head, revealing a rotting face. A tattered tongue shot out from its mouth, piercing directly through Feng Xia's chest and tearing his heart to shreds!

Blood spurted out, gradually staining Feng Xia's body red.

"W-What!?"

Ancestor Muchen was stunned once again: "Xia Donghai's body is so fragile, isn't he a divine artifact? No! Now is not the time to worry about these things, this guy actually carelessly died at the hands of a monster!"

Feng Xia's body convulsed, and her eyelids slowly closed unwillingly.

Meanwhile, the two monsters in the gray fog immediately set their sights on Ancestor Mu Chen!

"Damn it! Our ancestor has been targeted by them!"

"Damn it! Xia Donghai, how could you just die like that?!"

Ancestor Muchen was cursing and swearing when he suddenly heard another voice:

"Who said I'm dead?"

Ancestor Muchen stared in disbelief at the lifeless figure. With one hand, he grabbed the monster's tongue, and with the other, he reached into its chest cavity and pulled out a tattered heart.

"Holy crap! This guy's turned into a monster too!"

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Chapter 0341

Ancestor Muchen felt from the bottom of his heart...

If he were not an anomaly who had attained enlightenment, but a true demon beast, perhaps at this moment, his fur would have swelled up and exploded, deeply shocked by the scene before him!

To be fair, the severed limbs and remains moving in the darkness, as well as the two monsters that attacked Feng Xia, were indeed extremely eerie. If a timid person had come here, it wouldn't be impossible for them to have fainted on the spot.

However, Feng Xia's strangeness at this moment was even greater than theirs!

"Oh my God--"

Ancestor Muchen couldn't help but scream, then belatedly realized, "Wait, it seems that the ancestor attained enlightenment through an anomaly and didn't have a mother..."

At this moment, Feng Xia was pale as paper due to excessive blood loss, and there was a large hole in his chest. He pulled one hand out of his chest cavity, clutching a broken heart, with drops of blood dripping down, emitting a strong smell of death.

No matter how you look at it, he is more bizarre and creepy than those monsters!

"Could this guy have been part of the weirdness from the very beginning?"

For no apparent reason, such a thought popped into the mind of the Old Ancestor Muchen.

If that's really the case, then it explains why Feng Xia was able to pass through its defenses silently—because from the very beginning, the opponent was positioned inside its defenses!

"Hmm? It's leaking a little air by accident."

Just then, Feng Xia suddenly raised his eyebrows. With one hand still tightly gripping the monster's tongue, he patted his body all over with the other hand. Soon, the corpse aura on his body gradually faded away and transformed into a vibrant life force!

Ancestor Muchen was dumbfounded.

Does this work too?

This is actually allowed?!

What on earth did this guy do to turn his corpse aura into life in an instant? No... is this guy dead or alive?

Air leak...

Damn it! Is this guy emanating the aura of a corpse?!

It has been countless years since Ancestor Muchen has been so confused and incoherent. Back then, even when the Demon King personally pursued him, he still couldn't achieve this.

But today, Feng Xia actually did it.

"Ancestor Muchen, aren't you coming over here right now? Or do you not need me to take you with me?"

Feng Xia squeezed the tattered heart in his hand, quickly kneaded it into a normal shape, raised his hand and gently patted it, then stuffed it back into his chest cavity.

Then the flesh and blood began to move, and his wound quickly healed, leaving no trace.

Ancestor Muchen: "..."

Thank you so much, Ancestor! Do you think Ancestor is touched right now?

"Yes, it really is that river, but it seems to be just a tributary, so the noise it makes is much smaller than what we saw before."

Feng Xia stroked his chin, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

If the river he was facing now were comparable in power to the River Styx in his dream, then he would obviously be out of the picture.

Oh right, maybe he can strike a nice pose before he's completely dead.

Because that way, you can die in a more aesthetically pleasing way.

If you did a split on the spot, you might die in a more rhythmic way.

Fortunately, the mysterious river at his feet had gradually faded away, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"In terms of size, they really do resemble Youniang and Qinglin... Has this river already 'seen' the two of them, or are some thoughts in my heart manifesting through this river and these gray mists?"

Feng Xia frowned slightly. He had already come this far but had not yet encountered Zhu Youniang and Qing Lin, which made him realize that the two of them had most likely run into trouble as well.

Thinking of this, Feng Xia couldn't help but feel a headache coming on: "And it seems that the crack connecting the first and second floors has disappeared. Sure enough, there's a big problem here!"

Sure enough, the more he wanted to cultivate and level up peacefully, the more trouble he encountered.

At that very moment, the two monsters whose tongues had been seized by Feng Xia suddenly began to struggle violently, as if the disappearance of the long river had triggered some kind of mutation in them.

The next moment, their mouths suddenly split open, almost as tall as their bodies, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. They then rolled onto the ground and transformed into two large worms!

"What the hell is this?!"

Ancestor Muchen couldn't help but scream, "My goodness! I've lived for so many years and have never seen such a bizarre monster before!"

Feng Xia glanced at him, and Old Ancestor Mu Chen immediately fell silent. After a moment of contemplation, he said with a forced smile, "Please, sir, please..."

Feng Xia was speechless: "Does he look that old?"

Ancestor Muchen quickly corrected himself, saying, "No, no, no, senior, your cultivation is unparalleled in the world, so it's only natural that you retain your youthful appearance forever..."

Pooh!