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Chapter 1893

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A quarter of an hour before Shaosi made her move, in the Netherworld …

The Netherworld was dark, and everything was black and white. In the gray air, countless shadows were swimming swiftly like fishes, leaving sparkling traces in the air.

In the core area of the Netherworld, on a towering mountain, countless skulls piled up along the millions of miles tall mountain. The white and lustrous skulls' looked 'at the sky with' peaceful 'faces, with a clear and peaceful light shining out of their deep eye sockets.

They were no longer fierce, but holy.

From the white skulls, small gray flowers grew out one after another. The thumb-sized flowers fluttered without being blown by any wind. The iron-like petals bumped against each other and caused a tinkling noise.

In the endless and peaceful death, a trace of strong and tough vitality burst out. This highest peak, which suppressed the Eighteen Hells of the Nether World, was filled with a wonderful Dao rhythm. The entire Nether World was covered with a layer of sacred aura because of this mountain.

A white silhouette suddenly broke the space and came straight to the mountaintop. When the white silhouette descended from the sky, around him, an ocean of blood, a mountain of blades, a forest of swords, a boiling pot of oil, a blood-dripping millstone, and all other kinds of illusions emerged one after another.

If the white silhouette were an ordinary human being, he or she would have been dragged into an endless abyss by these illusions long ago, perishing forever. However, the white silhouette looked like he was taking a stroll in his own backyard. He descended straight down from the sky that was millions of miles high. Casually, he took eighteen steps and dodged the eighteen overlapping phantoms, easily reaching the top of the mountain.

The white silhouette was wearing a snow-white robe, with a bland face. This was another clone of Yu Yu.

Unlike the red-robed Yu Yu, who was bright and passionate, and the coldness and cruelty of Evil Yu Yu, the white-robed Yu Yu gave people a feeling that he was a 'gentleman'. His entire body was especially smooth and warm, as if a spring breeze was blowing in the air.

He was neither hot nor hot, nor impatient. When he landed on the mountaintop, he felt like he was sitting in a small house, listening to the spring rain at night.

"My friend, long time no see. How are you?" The white-robed Yu Yu smilingly bowed to a black and white rock on top of the mountain and said, "You don't seem to be well. Otherwise, why would you shut yourself in here?"

A thin crack appeared on the rock, and a while later, the rock slowly cracked. Tiny pieces of rock slid down the mountain. A priest in a blood-red long robe quietly sat on the mountaintop, looking at Yu Yu coldly and fiercely. He was releasing a strong sense of killing.

After a long time, the red-robed daoist sighed and said, "Of course not. The door is right in front of us, but we can't get in. It's been so many years, and we've thought of all sorts of methods, but we've always failed at the last step. How can this be good? "

The white-robed Yu Yu gave a bright grin and said, "Since we can't get through this door, why don't we try another one? There are so many paths and doors in this world! "

"If we change to another door, the quality will be lower, and we won't be willing either!" The priest looked at the white-robed Yu Yu and said, "Just like those ordinary people, they watch you eat delicious wine and grilled meat all day long. Why do I have to eat tree barks and grass? However, there are similarities between us and mortals. "

The white-robed Yu Yu pondered for a while, then took out a fist-sized, round-shaped jade plate from his sleeve and handed it to the priest with a serious look.

The priest trembled intensely, as if he were stung by a scorpion. He reached out his hands and attempted to grab the jade plate, but pondered for a while, then slowly took his hands back and asked, "What is this?"

The white-robed Yu Yu gave a bright grin and said, "My friend, why do you ask when you already know the answer? It was Teacher who directly delivered the door that you wanted to open into your hands. You can enter the door anytime you want... Congratulations on achieving your great Dao! "

The priest frowned and seriously stared at the small jade plate for a long while. Finally, with trembling hands, he slowly picked up the jade plate and asked, "Shifu, what do you want me to do?"

The white-robed Yu Yu looked at the priest without saying a word.

The priest remained silent for a while, then abruptly nodded and laughed, "Alright, there are losses and gains, but the gains are greater than the losses. Great!"

Putting his palms together, the jade plate transformed into eighteen bright beams of light and slowly merged with the priest's body. The priest quivered slightly, then laughed and said, "I see... I've found the way to open the door, but I took it as a side road... Just as I thought, it took me so many years to learn a true disciple of mine, didn't it?"

In Pan Gu Motherland, Ji Hao roared towards the sky and lunged the Pan Gu sword towards Pan Yu's heart, leaving a dark beam of sword light in the air.

Pan Yu knew how powerful Ji Hao's sword was. He flicked his fingers and shattered the space before Ji Hao, layer by layer. The shattered space rearranged itself in a weird way and became a dark, sparkling crystal wall, shielding Ji Hao behind it.

Clang! The Pan Gu sword landed on the ten-thousand-miles-thick crystal wall. The sword light and the crystal wall shattered simultaneously, and the broken sword light swept across Pan Yu's chest. But, they only broke his skin, without causing any actual harm to his body.

"My secret magic is waking up!" Pan Yu grinned at Ji Hao and said, "Not only my secret magic, but also the magic of all those Chaos monsters I devoured back then... I'm slowly remembering them."

Ji Hao's sword attack failed, so he immediately drew back. From the sky, the twenty-four pre-world metal power spears descended and accurately bumped into the Pan Gu bell. The bell rings were loud and clear. Ji Hao was sent tens of millions of miles away by twenty-four strong strikes in a row.

At this moment, the gate of the Netherworld opened. The priest rushed out of the gate and penetrated Pan Yu's body with his pair of pre-world divine weapons of slaughter.

Pan Yu screamed shrilly. Clearly, the two sword attacks didn't feel good. In extreme rage, he turned around and yelled at the priest, "B * stard!"

The red-robed Daoist smiled faintly and said, "I'm You Ming, please grant my wish!"

A cloud rose from Netherworld Hierarch's head. Netherworld Hierarch, the eighteen hell clones, and a clone surrounded by dark mist sat on the cloud with their legs crossed. They opened their eyes simultaneously and flicked their hands, sending black and white thunderbolts at Pan Yu.

Pan Yu laughed in anger. Without casting any magic, he directly pressed his palm down on Netherworld Hierarch.

Followed by a thunderous boom, Netherworld Priest let Pan Yu crush his body without putting up any resistance.

On the cloud, Netherworld Hierarch's three clones exploded into pieces like broken glass bottles. Pan Yu laughed proudly, but Netherworld Hierarch's laughter came from the other side of the bronze gate, "Thank you, my friend. After you die, my friend, you will enjoy the eighteen hells of Pan Gu world forever."

The space quaked. The eighteen hells of the Netherworld, which existed in Pan Gu world since the creation of Pan Gu world, suddenly quaked intensely, then rearranged themselves in the Netherworld according to a mysterious order.

Netherworld Hierarch's true body collapsed, and his soul merged with the eighteen hells. The eighteen hells corresponded to the great Dao. Netherworld Hierarch laughed out loud and announced the birth of the eighteen hells, the rebirth of the Netherworld!

The pair of pre-world supreme treasures stuck in Pan Yu's waist suddenly split into eighteen beams of sword light, leaving eighteen deep wounds on Pan Yu's body.

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