Rebirth of Journey to the West: My Father's Yellow Robe Monster

Chapter 41

The golden road spreads across the nether world.

When Li Tianquan and Wang Qingtong woke up, they had already appeared in a dark cave.

Behind them is a stone wall, on which there is a faintly glowing Taiji diagram rotating, which is obviously a sealed crack in the nether world. It is pitch black in front of them, and there is an icy cold Yin Qi everywhere.

"We've arrived. It seems that this is where the Nether rushed to destroy the formation."

With a clang, Wang Qingtong held the ancient evil sword in his hand, stepped forward, and said: "Follow me, don't get too far away."

Li Tianquan's heart warmed, and he silently followed behind her. Looking around, the cave was extremely gloomy, and there was only one passage in front, and he didn't know where it led.

As it deepened step by step, the sinister wind roared, ghostly aura filled the air, and a hint of terror filled the air.

On the dark stone walls on both sides, there was a glowing light, and the biting cold wind was blowing on their bodies, which made them use their body protection skills to dispel the cold air.

After a long distance, I finally saw the exit of this cave, where the wind howled, the ghostly aura swirled wildly, and the piercing sound of panic made people feel horrified.

Wang Qingtong also closed her breath at this time, and the sword light on the Ancient Xie Zhu Sword flowed, becoming more and more cautious.

Suddenly, it seemed that they sensed the yang energy of the stranger, and the wind blew up, and countless black shadows swarmed towards him with a gloomy aura.

In an instant, the cave was filled with a gloomy and dead air, and countless ghosts and ghosts cried and roared, filling every corner.

The ghostly aura like a tide rushed towards them, the ferocious aura was really appalling.

"Chong!"

The brilliance of the Ancient Evil Punishing Sword in Wang Qingtong's palm flourished, and the bright cyan light of the sword rippled like blue waves. When all the ghosts approached, they screamed and dissipated in wisps of blue smoke.

However, the entire exit is crowded with ghosts, ranging from the most low-level ghosts and remnants to dangerous ghosts and ghosts.

Fortunately, no ghosts appeared, otherwise they would not be able to cope with so many ghosts.

In the dark cave, the blue light and sword light slashed horizontally and horizontally like a dragon, and countless ghosts turned into bursts of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

After a frantic shock, the influx of ghosts gradually slowed down.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Wang Qingtong's forehead, and her breath was also a little disordered. Just now, she had consumed a lot of mana to suppress the Nether Rift.

At this time, after entering the Netherworld and fighting fiercely for a while, no matter whether it is mana, physical strength or spirit, they are almost exhausted, and their complexion is extremely pale.

But her hand holding the sword was still firm, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Scholar, rush out with me, don't stop."

However, at this moment, Li Tianquan grabbed Wang Qingtong's arm, and slowly walked in front of her, with the knife in his palm whistling, and the gloomy light criss-crossing, killing all the ghosts.

"You consume a lot of mana, and you don't know what will happen later. You should try it first to see if you can recover your mana here."

"Leave the rest to me!"

After finishing speaking, she was not allowed to refuse, Li Tianquan charged forward suddenly, the light of the knife roared like a net, tearing all the ghosts that collided into pieces.

Wisps of ghosts were devoured by the secret magic knife, and the mana was not only consumed, but also slowly improved and transformed.

Li Tianquan's aura is domineering, and the short knife is flowing with a mysterious light, criss-crossing, trying to cut a bloody path in front of him.

After breaking out of the cave, they realized that the surroundings were dark, and the scenery within ten feet could be faintly seen, as if they were on a remote and shady mountain.
There is no sun in the sky, only a blood moon hangs high, the surrounding wind howls, and piercing ghost howls come from time to time.

They were on the cliff halfway up the mountain, in front of them was a bottomless abyss, the cold wind was piercing, and the cold air was everywhere, and some ghosts were floating around.

Li Tianquan's body was buzzing with the secret demon sword, and he noticed that a large number of ghosts were coming towards him from under the abyss, and the speed was astonishing.

"The situation is not good, let's go back first? There are already a large number of ghosts coming to us, or we will be completely surrounded, and we will be in trouble."

Wang Qingtong said, "Even if we go back to hide in the cave, we still have to deal with those ghosts that keep pouring in. Sooner or later, we will exhaust our mana and die miserably here."

"Since the Nether Crack appears here, the place where the formation is set up must be nearby. We must find out where the formation is located as soon as possible."

She is obviously a woman, but she is more decisive and determined than countless men in the world. Even if the situation is bad, she does not have the slightest fear or shrink back.

Li Tianquan calmed down, the light of the knife split the approaching ghosts, and carefully inspected the surroundings, but as far as he could see, it was all dark, hazy, making it hard to see clearly, only under the abyss, there seemed to be blood-colored boiling.

"Have you discovered it too? Under the abyss, there should be something weird." Wang Qingtong also looked towards the abyss.

"But we don't know what's down here. If we break into the ghost's nest, wouldn't we be sent to death?" Li Tianquan frowned slightly, also feeling hesitant.

"Now we don't have so much time for us to think about it. Although the two adults said it will be three days, I think the court will not be so conniving."

"We have to get rid of the Nether Blast Formation here as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a dead end sooner or later."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and under the abyss, a huge ghost cry of "wuwu" suddenly sounded, which was deafening and frightening.

Just as Li Tianquan was about to speak to remind him, his body shook, and from the endless darkness in all directions, shadows of blood rushed out of the sky, rushing towards the two of them.

Seeing this, Wang Qingtong took out an ancient brass clock the size of a palm from his bosom, threw it up suddenly, and hovered above the heads of the two, with a pale golden halo hanging down, blocking the sudden attack.

This ancient clock is obviously a rare treasure for protection, but at this time it was shocked by the blood light, and it swayed for a while. Wang Qingtong's body shook violently, and he couldn't speak anymore.

The cries of the ghosts under the abyss became louder and louder, until one could feel dizzy. Li Tianquan hurriedly stood by Wang Qingtong's side, only to see countless bloody lights being bounced back by the ancient brass clock, turning a corner in the air , actually turned back fiercely and charged again.

Wang Qingtong's complexion was pale, both hands clenched the formula, his body was trembling, and suddenly he felt that the stone platform under his feet moved.

With a thought in his mind, before he could react, there was a loud noise, the mountain shook and the ground trembled in an instant, a force suddenly gushed out from under the abyss, and the stone platform outside the cave was blown to pieces.

Suddenly, the brass ancient clock scattered light and fell back into Wang Qingtong's palm.

Countless blood shadows roared past in the darkness, as if laughing wildly triumphantly, they rushed towards the two people who fell from the sky.

Li Tianquan was only in Chaoyuan Realm at this time, and he didn't have the ability to control the wind at all. At this moment, he fell into the abyss involuntarily.

But after all he has a body protected by a strange treasure, he is shocked but not confused, feeling the sapphire gourd on his chest, and the icy coldness that swims all over his body.

A moment later, dozens of blood-red rays of light rushed in front of him. Li Tianquan immediately smelled a bloody smell, and almost wanted to vomit, so he hurriedly held his breath.

He didn't see clearly until he got close, the blood shadows were clearly babies, their skin was blue and purple, their eyes were bleeding, and they laughed strangely from time to time, just looking at them made one's scalp go numb.

"Longevity Devil Infant Dafa?!"

Wang Qingtong's startled and angry voice suddenly came from the darkness, and at the same time, a green sword light tore through the darkness, slashing towards the figure hidden in the darkness.

Those blood babies are not ghosts born naturally from the underworld at all, but Xie Chong, who practiced demons and sacrificed human babies alive.

There are hundreds of devil babies in front of him, one can imagine how cruel and vicious the devil cultivator in the dark is.

Li Tianquan's body was still in the air, even with the sapphire gourd protecting his body to block the blood demon baby, he was still hit by a huge force and fell into the abyss at an accelerated rate.

The qi and blood in his body were rushing, and his internal organs were aching, but knowing that this was a matter of life and death, he gritted his teeth desperately to hold back the pain, and wanted to get closer to the cliff.

Suddenly, a blue shadow flashed, and Wang Qingtong suddenly appeared in front of him, with a clear whistle, but saw the sword light soaring, the ancient sword of killing evil hummed, and the immortal energy flowed straight towards the blood moon.

Wang Qingtong's face was frosty, and her long hair fluttered and danced in the gust of wind, like a fairy of nine days, she grabbed the falling Li Tianquan's arm.

The ancient sword of killing evil trembled slightly, as if sensing the anger and murderous intent in the master's heart, like an angry dragon leaping into the sky, soaring into the sky, thousands of blue lights instantly illuminated the darkness, and once again slashed towards the dark demon cultivator.

"Zheng!"

As the wind howled, a young man with a golden crown on his head, who appeared to be seven or eight years old, appeared from the darkness. He was dressed in a blood robe, and his face was like a jade crown, but his face was full of rebellion and ferocity.

"Hahaha, you two untouchables, why don't you quickly kneel down and beg for mercy when you see the king of this county?"

While he was talking, a scroll of Longevity Picture of Hundred Sons and Thousands of Sons emerged behind him, and endless magic light hung down, pressing down like the sky.

Wang Qingtong originally used the ancient sword to force the essence and blood in his body to transport evil spirits. At this time, he suffered a heavy blow, and the blood on his face suddenly disappeared.

She suddenly felt her lips becoming hot, but a stream of blood flowed out. The bright red blood flowed over her fat-like skin, the combination of red and white was shockingly gorgeous.

The fierce-faced young man glanced at the Longevity Picture, and immediately frowned, only to see that there was an extra crack on the picture scroll, and even the magic light dimmed a bit.

"Is it the ancient evil sword?"

"This ancient fierce soldier fell into the hands of a bitch?"

The young man who claimed to be the king of the county yelled angrily: "You bitch, how dare you destroy my magic treasure, even if you die ten times, it will not pay for your life!"

"Quickly hand over the killing sword in your hand, or I will make your life worse than death, my lord."

As he said that, he had already soared into the sky, and the Longevity Totem burst into immeasurable magic light, rushing towards Wang Qingtong.

Surrounded by countless blood babies, they either laughed strangely, wailed loudly, or danced, making one's hair stand on end.

The ancient sword of killing evil flashed with blue light, and flew back to Wang Qingtong to protect its master, but Wang Qingtong's complexion was as pale as paper, and he was hit by the falling magic light and fell madly.

The magic light is like rain, and the blood baby is hideous.

Up to this moment, Wang Qingtong's right hand was firmly grasping Li Tianquan's arm, and the ancient sword of killing evil emitted a faint blue light, guarding their side.

"Are you so disregarding life and death for strangers you just met?"

Li Tianquan looked at Wang Qingtong in front of him, said a sentence in his heart, and suddenly realized that the softest part of his heart was deeply touched.

Then they go down.

(End of this chapter)