The ice spear pierced through the air, leaving a white trace behind. Soon, it collided with the giant hand. However, it didn't shatter like the flaming short spear. Instead, it broke through the layer of protection of the giant hand and stabbed into the palm.
Then, there was a loud cracking sound in the air. A layer of white cold air spread out with the ice spear as the center, enveloping the giant black hand.
However, the giant black hand swept away all the cold air with a green ghost flame. It didn't stop at all and continued to press down slowly.
Seeing this, Shen Luo's face turned ashen. He knew that he couldn't avoid dying again. Moreover, with the terrifying strength of the Witch of the Black Mountain, even if she was resurrected, the hope of escaping was extremely slim.
"Forget it, forget it! Let me send you on your way. You and I didn't know each other in vain. " Right at this moment, the horse-faced ghostly being suddenly heaved a long sigh. It then opened its mouth, and red light flashed from its tongue. Two small crimson flowers flew out, and it tossed one of them to Shen Luo.
"This is … What are you doing?" Shen Luo caught the red light subconsciously and was stunned.
Even Horse-Faced Ghost was weaker than him. Could it be that he had a way to escape?
The horse-faced ghost threw the red flower in its hand into its mouth and swallowed it directly.
Then, it raised its head and roared. Suddenly, a large amount of eye-catching red light burst out from its body. Its aura surged wildly as if there was no end to it. Shen Luo, who was watching from the side, was immediately sent flying more than a hundred feet away. He felt his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end. It was as if he was facing a giant monster instead of a nameless ghost.
"Hey, you are …"
Suddenly, there was a surprised sound in the air. The giant hand that was pressing down paused in the air.
The horse-faced ghost didn't pay attention to it at all. Instead, it suddenly took out a black brush that was about a foot long. It pointed at the void above its head.
The black brush seemed to be made of fine iron. There were circles of runes engraved on the body of the brush. The moment the horse-faced ghost pointed at the brush, the tip of the brush lit up with a glaring red light. Red runes flew out from the brush.
Shen Luo saw that above his head, all the runes gathered together as if they were condensing into an article. However, he couldn't recognize all the words in it. He could only vaguely make out the words "Exorcist" and "Exorcist".
As soon as the rune chapter was completed, it immediately turned into a huge red light that rushed straight into the sky. Amidst a series of thunderous rumbles, the giant black hand was pushed back step by step until it retracted into the dark clouds.
Shen Luo was dumbfounded.
"Soul Reaping Brush, Ghost Impeachment Poem, Soul Reaping Envoy … It's you, Soul Reaping Horse-Face?" In the distant sky, the shocked and angry voice of the Witch of the Black Mountain reverberated endlessly.
"Soul Hooking Horse-Face?" Shen Luo was surprised when he heard this.
The horse-faced ghost didn't pay attention to the Witch of the Black Mountain's angry roar. He withdrew the black brush in his hand and slashed at the void.
The tip of the brush suddenly emitted a red light. The originally empty void was directly torn open by the red light. A three-foot-wide and ten-foot-long narrow crack was directly torn open by the red light. Waves of grayish-white fog flowed out from the crack.
Before Shen Luo could figure out what was going on, he saw the horse-faced ghost suddenly grinning at him. Then, it raised its leg and kicked him directly.
He was kicked so hard that he staggered and fell into the gap.
The horse-faced ghost and the black brush in his hand lit up with a bloody red light at the same time. Both of them dissipated at the same time like powder.
Shen Luo heard the horse-faced ghost's last words, "Flowers wilt and people die. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea …"
In the next moment, the crack in the void disappeared. Only the furious roar of the Witch of the Black Mountain was still echoing in the void. However, the voice drifted further and further until it disappeared.
Shen Luo felt the world spinning. He only saw a blur in front of his eyes. Holding the bright red flower tightly, he appeared in another place.
At this moment, he was tightly wrapped in the red light emitted by the red flower. He was standing in a strange place with a faint grayish-white fog lingering around. Not far in front of him, there was a huge memorial archway more than ten feet tall. It was completely black and emitted an evil aura.
There should have been three rooms, four pillars, and seven floors. However, for some reason, half of the left side had collapsed. Only three pillars and two rooms were left intact. Under the cornice at the top, there was a bronze bell the size of a human head.
But the strange thing was that the bronze bell was clearly swaying in the wind, but there was no sound coming from it.
Shen Luo frowned and looked carefully at the center of the memorial archway.
He couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air as he saw three ancient characters engraved on the horizontal board:
"The Gates of Hell."
"The Gates of Hell … Isn't this the Underworld Land? How did I get here? "
Shen Luo was extremely shocked. Many rumors about this place emerged in his mind.
This was a place where people would come after death!
More importantly, why did the Soul Hooking Horse-Face recognize him and even sacrifice himself to send him away?
He looked at the horizontal board again and was sure that the words "The Gates of Hell" were indeed written on it. Below the three big words, there were three huge "hate" characters written in black and red blood.
"Hate, hate, hate"
The three "hate" characters were connected in a row. Each of them was written in a wild handwriting. The further back, the wilder and crazier the strokes were. It seemed that the hatred of the person who wrote it was getting stronger and stronger. There were winding blood lines below the characters, which looked more and more ferocious and horrible.
First it was the Soul Hooking Horse-Face, and now it's the Gates of Hell. Could it be that the Yellow Springs Road is here as well? Shen Luo was puzzled in his heart as he stared at the back of the memorial archway.
He saw that there was actually a path paved with yellow sand behind the memorial archway. It stretched out into the distance and was hidden in the grey and white mist. Moreover, there were bright red flowers scattered on both sides of the path.
The petals of these flowers were shaped like an umbrella. The petals curled up like dragon claws, and their color was like fresh blood. Shockingly, they were exactly the same as the flower in his hand. They were all Paramita Flowers.
According to legend, there was a type of Nether Flower on the Yellow Springs Road that led to the Underworld, and it was called Paramita Flower. It was the only scenery on the Yellow Springs Road.
"It's really the Yellow Springs Road …" Shen Luo's gaze changed as he muttered.
At this moment, in the void above his head, a dull roar suddenly sounded, and gusts of wind came from the sky.
Shen Luo immediately raised his head and looked up. He saw a cold wind blowing violently high up in the sky. Dark clouds covered the sky. In the middle of the sky, there was a round hole that was slightly brighter than the sky. It was surrounded by thick clouds, and the inside of the hole was suffused with white light. It looked as if a hole had been poked in the sky.
He faintly felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to leave this place. However, he couldn't enter the Gates of Hell in front of him.
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