However, Xiao Chen's Spiritual Sense was limited. Furthermore, Qing Cheng's movements were very secretive, so he did not discover her.
Qing Cheng put away the Wandering Flower in her hand and said with a serious expression, "You are so long-winded. Since when is it your turn to make decisions? Call Elder Han back and have him help me find a stalk of Soul Returning Grass in one month."
Jiang Chengzi could not help feeling stunned after being reprimanded. However, he still obeyed the order and left.
Qing Cheng hesitated for a while before saying, "Martial Uncle Feng, just continue following them. Inform me when you reach the Gates of Hell. I should make a trip to the Yellow Springs Road and the Bridge of Helplessness. "
After the old man left, Qing Cheng summoned out the Cycle Astral Banner. The entire banner pole flickered with black Death Qi. She muttered, "With the help of this boundless Death Qi, I should be able to break through my bottleneck in one month. Xie Zixuan, at that time, let me see if the Spirit Technique is weak or not. "
After one night, Xiao Chen and the others recovered to their peak states. Then, they started to follow the directions on the map and rushed to the eighth layer of the Skin Flaying Hell.
Along the way, they had to pass through several layers of hell. Each layer had changed during the Martial Epoch, but the danger had not decreased at all.
Without Qing Cheng's directions, Xiao Chen and the others moved much slower. Sometimes, they even took some detours, even running into some forbidden areas.
However, there were benefits as well. There were no more "coincidences," and they did not have to fight with other Ghost Race experts.
After spending close to one month, the four finally arrived at the eighth layer of the Skin Flaying Hell. This was a vast forest made up of Black Iron Trees.
Intact human skins hung from the treetops, looking sinister and horrifying. The group carefully walked through the forest, heading for the legendary place of certain death, the place where one breathed the last breath of life.
Practically no other cultivators could be seen in the eighth layer of hell. No other sounds could be heard in the forest, either, inspiring extreme pressure.
In addition, there were countless intact human skins. When the wind blew, they would sway. It was as if they were alive, and it would make one's hair stand on end.
However, as Xiao Chen walked in fear, nothing happened. He arrived at the shore of Last Breath Lake.
Xiao Chen vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he became even more cautious. The Last Breath Lake definitely did not have an undeserved reputation. Otherwise, the phrase 'Last Breath Lake' would not have spread so widely in the world.
The four arrived at the shore of Last Breath Lake without any mishaps. Then, they stood by the lake, not moving forward.
Along the way, every level of hell had different dangers, and the Hell of Skinning was no exception.
The water of the Last Breath Lake was clear and translucent, flat like a mirror, and its surface emanated strands of cold air. Standing on the shore, Zhang Xuan had to circulate his zhenqi to resist the cold. Otherwise, if the cold energy entered his body and turned into cold poison, it would be quite troublesome.
"What a heavy chill! Brother Xiao Chen, where is the Gates of Hell? How do we get there?" Bai looked at the boundless lake and asked Xiao Chen.
Qing Cheng said that the Gates of Hell were in the middle of the lake. However, all she could see was the smooth surface of the lake. She did not see any sign of the Gates of Hell.
There was an island in the middle of the lake, but it was too far to see clearly.
Xiao Chen muttered to himself for a while. Then, he grasped the air with his right hand, and he caught some air currents. Then, he quickly formed hand seals with his left hand, executing the Life Bestowal Spell.
Soon, a figure similar to Xiao Chen landed on the ground.
Right now, Xiao Chen's Magic Energy had increased greatly. He could execute the Life Bestowal Spell with a casual grab. However, the vessel was not a spiritual item, so it would not have much combat prowess.
Under Xiao Chen's command, the puppet leaped into the air and flew towards the surface of the Last Breath Lake. However, before it landed on the water, it was frozen into an ice sculpture.
The puppet landed in the water with a 'splash', and Xiao Chen's Spiritual Sense broke. His expression could not help but turn grave.
Kong Yuan frowned and said, "This cold Qi is extraordinarily horrifying. I estimate that we can only bring out sixty to seventy percent of our strength at best. If only that Qing Cheng were here. She would know what to do. "
Standing in such a biting cold Qi, one would have to constantly exhaust Law Energy to protect themselves. Naturally, they would not be able to bring out their full combat prowess.
Xiao Chen entered deep thought. A fierce purple flame started gathering in his right eye. With a thought, the Purple Thunder True Fire surged out of his right eye and headed for the Last Breath Lake.
A sizzling sound immediately resounded on the surface of the lake. Mist slowly rose up.
The clear lake water quickly evaporated. Soon, a huge pit appeared where the Purple Thunder True Fire covered.
However, the expected whirlpool did not appear. Silently, the lake water slowly filled up. It was extremely strange.
"Never mind. We will not be able to find out anything like this. I'll go over and take a look first. You all can come back after there is no danger."
Since he did not find anything, Xiao Chen put away the purple flame and prepared to go over personally.
Yuan Yan said sullenly, "Let's go down together. At least we can take care of each other. I believe that the Gates of Hell are on that island."
Xiao Chen thought about it and agreed. Given their strength, if they worked together, they would be able to deal with a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage. The Gates of Hell might very well be at the center of the lake.
Just at this moment, Xiao Chen casually glanced around and discovered some extremely shallow footprints on the ground. If one did not look carefully, one would not notice them at all.
The others noticed Xiao Chen's gaze and quickly looked over. They discovered the existence of footprints as well.
Someone had been here before, and it was more than one person.
Xiao Chen compared the footprints of this group of people to the footprints of his four companions. The footprints of two of these people were even shallower than those of Xiao Chen's group of four.
Sometimes, the things that one accidentally left behind were the most authentic.
If one did not do it on purpose, the depth of the footprints could reveal a person's strength and control of their body. From this, one could tell the strength of the owner of the footprints.
Bai said somewhat worriedly, "The strength of these people is not simple. Two of them are suspected to be great grandmaster-level Martial Sages."
"I don't know. What are they here for? Could they be here for the Gates of Hell as well?"
Yuan Xu shook his head and said, "That should not be the case. The Nine Layers of Purgatory abounds in Yin-attributed flames. This group of people should be here to hunt for Yin-attributed flames."
There were no treasures on the Yellow Springs Road. Most people would not rush there for no reason.
Xiao Chen immediately thought of the group of people from the Medicine God Valley. This was going to be somewhat problematic. He could only hope that the Yin-attributed flames that the other party sought were not on the island in the center of the lake.
"Let's go!"
Xiao Chen took the lead and leaped forward. There was a formless pressure in the air, preventing Xiao Chen from flying. He could only walk on the water.
Cold Qi spread out and immediately froze Xiao Chen's feet.
"This is really troublesome."
Xiao Chen circulated his energy and shattered the ice. Then, he continued forward. Bai and the others followed behind.
As Xiao Chen walked on the lake, his Law Energy was constantly being drained. Otherwise, he would turn into an ice sculpture in a moment.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt something catch his foot. At first, he thought that it was the cold Qi increasing.
However, a strong force pulled him down. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. It was actually a skeleton hand.
However, Xiao Chen possessed great Vital Qi. Every move he made contained three Dragon Force. How could he get pulled down? Xiao Chen kicked upward with his right foot.
Water splashed everywhere, and Xiao Chen flung out a Skeleton Ghost that only had a skeleton remaining.
"Gagagaga! My skin! My skin …"
The skeleton opened its mouth and screamed indistinctly. Then, it spun in the air and shot towards Xiao Chen. "Ka ca!
Ka ca! "
Before Xiao Chen could make a move, Bai, who was at the side, drew the Snow Feather Sword in his hand. A few strands of sword Qi chopped the Skeleton Ghost into pieces.
"Elder Brother Xiao Chen, are you alright?!" Bai asked out of concern.
Xiao Chen waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. Hey, be careful!"
The moment the skulls shattered into pieces fell into the water, they reformed and charged at Xiao Bai's back.
Xiao Chen quickly rushed forward and sent out a beam of light from his fingertip, shattering the Skeleton Ghost into pieces again.
"Quick, let's go! These monsters cannot be killed!"
Right after Xiao Chen spoke, Skeleton Ghosts continuously appeared from the water, blocking the group's path. They screamed "My skin! My skin! My skin!" Their voices made one's hair stand on end.
"Bang!
Bang! Bang! "Xiao Chen led the way. As he faced the pressing cold Qi at the bottom of the lake, he had to deal with the Skeleton Ghosts flying at him from the front.
The Skeleton Ghosts could not be killed. They came endlessly, increasing in number as they killed. After four hours, the group had traveled less than five kilometers. They were still a long way from the island in the center of the lake.
If they ran out of stamina, they would really die before they could reach the small island.
The Skeleton Ghosts were not strong. At best, they were equivalent to peak Martial Monarchs. However, they could not be killed. There were many of them. If an Inferior Grade Martial Sage came, they would die in one exchange.
Kong Yuan's voice trembled somewhat as he said, "Could it be that the skinning skeletons from the Hell of Skin Flaying were all tossed into this lake?"
Xiao Chen thought about the densely packed human skins in the cyan forest. There were at least one million of them.
The formless pressure in the sky persisted. Xiao Chen felt like Last Breath Lake was a prison with the sky as the top and the water as the bottom.
Before these unkillable Ghosts, it felt like any strong Martial Technique was just a decoration.
Yuan Xu and the others had executed a Heaven Ranked Martial Technique that covered a large area earlier. However, these Ghosts came back to life in the blink of an eye. On the other hand, they had exhausted a significant portion of their Law Energy.
Yuan Xu frowned heavily and no longer dared to waste his Law Energy.
Just as the group considered retreating, Xiao Chen suddenly remembered that he still had a Reincarnation Lamp in his Universe Ring, which specialized in killing Ghosts.
"Protect me. I'll chase these Ghosts away!"
The eyes of Bai and the other two lit up. They each guarded a side, quickly surrounding Xiao Chen, not letting the other Skeleton Ghosts disturb him.
The Reincarnation Lamp appeared in Xiao Chen's palm. Then, he gently tossed it into the air and flicked some essence blood onto the lamp's wick.
The flickering lamp flame lit up, and rings of light appeared behind the ancient lamp. As Xiao Chen drove his Magic Energy, the illusory figure in the light slowly became clearer.
"The Immortal Dao honors life, boundlessly delivering people. Once I recite the scriptures, all the Great Sages praise me for being benevolent. Twice I recite the scriptures, and withered bones are reborn. Thrice I recite the scriptures, and then I cross the cycle of reincarnation …"
Immortal Qi surrounded the illusory figure as it opened its mouth and recited the mysterious scriptures. The scriptures contained the power of the Cycle Ghost Saber, the power to deliver all living things from suffering.
The thousands of Skeleton Ghosts on the lake suddenly stopped moving. Then, they shattered with cracking sounds. Clumps of gentle spiritual light soared into the sky.
The spiritual lights were all humanoid. Some dressed like scholars, some merchants, some chivalrous. All sorts of appearances showed the world of mortals.
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