At midnight, the Gates of Hell opened.
The inside of the Gates of Hell was filled with black mist, and one could even faintly hear the cries of ghosts and gods, making one's hair stand on end. Fortunately, it wasn't the first time Lin Muyu and Qin Yin had come here, so they weren't that afraid.
"Swish, swish …"
Two figures dragged the golden flowing light of the Mahayana Heavenly Dao into the Gates of Hell. In the distance, a long line of people went straight to the Bridge of Helplessness in the distance. The six realms were in chaos, and there were many wars. The business of the Ghost Realm was getting better and better. Countless ghost soldiers drove ghosts to walk on this road to the Yellow Springs, and one could hear the sounds of beatings and wailing at every turn.
Lin Muyu flew at a low altitude with Qin Yin, and looked at everything in the Ghost Realm with a frown. There were so many dead souls here, which could only mean that the number of dead in the mortal world was innumerable.
"Who is it?"
A huge black shadow shouted in the air. It was a ghost dragon leader.
Under the light, Lin Muyu saw his appearance clearly. It was extremely ugly, so she said, "We are from the Eastern Divine Realm, and we want to go to the Nether Spring to investigate something."
The ghost dragon leader also discovered the identity of the two, and immediately said respectfully, "So it's the two immortals. It's just that the rules of the six realms are like iron. Even immortals shouldn't enter the Ghost Realm. I hope the two immortals can understand. This lowly one can't let you enter the lower Ghost Realm."
Qin Yin smiled faintly, and gently raised her palm. The power of law was dense in her palm, and she said, "The order of the six realms is in my control. I think I can be exempted from this, right?"
"You … You are the graceful goddess Qin Yin?"
The ghost dragon leader was shocked, and hurriedly bowed respectfully on the dragon's back, and said, "If it's the graceful goddess, then please come in. Please forgive this lowly one for being blind."
"En."
Lin Muyu smiled at Lin Muyu, grabbed his hand, and flew through the air, heading straight for the lower purgatory.
But just as they were about to enter the entrance to Inferno, another group of people blocked their way. This time, it was a group of people dressed in golden armor. They were the Abyssal Prefects of the Ghost Realm. These were existences that were second only to the three Ghost Emperors. However, in the eyes of Lin Muyu and Qin Yin, these Abyssal Prefects were far too weak. They were the kind of people who could easily take on ten Abyssal Prefects at once.
"Exalted Immortals, please wait!"
An Official Lord carried a huge shovel and said, "I'm the Hengyang Official Lord. May I know why the two of you are heading to the 18 levels of Purgatory?"
Lin Muyu said, "We discovered an anomaly in the Netherworld Spring, so we want to investigate it. This is also for the good of your Ghost Realm, I hope you won't stop us."
"Exalted Immortal, the affairs of the Ghost Realm will naturally be handled by the Ghost Immortals of the Ghost Realm. There's no need for the gods of the Mahayana Heavenly Path to intervene. I hope you can focus on how to fight against the Devil Realm. The Ghost Realm … doesn't need you to intervene."
Lin Muyu raised his hand and pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword. For a moment, the patterns on the sword flowed endlessly and were incomparably dazzling. The power of the Saint Martial Arts was extremely mighty.
"Exalted Immortal, what do you want to do!?" The Hengyang Official Lord was shocked.
"If the soft approach doesn't work, then the hard approach. What do you think I want to do?" Lin Muyu said lightly. He didn't want to waste time here. Anyway, he had already caused havoc in the Ghost Realm once, so he didn't mind doing it again now.
Qin Yin also pulled out the Dong Hua Sword with a smile and stood side by side with Lin Muyu in the wind, ready to cause havoc in the Netherworld.
The Hengyang Official Lord's face was extremely ugly. He said, "Although we are not as strong as the Exalted Immortal, the dignity of the Ghost Realm Official Lord cannot be blasphemed. Since the two Exalted Immortals want to fight, then let's fight!"
The five Official Lords all took out their weapons, and around them, the densely packed ghost dragon leaders, ghost soldiers, and ghosts also approached one by one, ready to attack Lin Muyu and Qin Yin at any time.
"You really dare to fight?"
Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh. He suddenly opened his left hand and shouted in a low voice, "Heaven and Earth, listen to my command!"
The light of the blood-red thunder surged, and the power of the Saint Martial Arts erupted. Suddenly, the bodies of the five Official Lords couldn't move. Lin Muyu's arm sank slightly, and their bodies crashed into the ground, creating a large pit. Each of them looked very embarrassed. Although their lives were not in danger, it was embarrassing enough. In front of a group of his subordinates, they didn't even have the power to fight back.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
With three consecutive sounds, Lin Muyu used the bodies of the five Official Lords to create a large pit in the ground that led straight to the 18th level of Hell. Then, he raised his hand and threw the five Official Lords into the air. He smiled and said, "Xiao Yin, let's go down!"
"Yes!"
Facing the blood-red ghost flames, the two Righteous Gods flew down.
…
In the depths of the Well of Reincarnation, one of the three Ghost Emperors, the Ghost Emperor of Five Directions, slowly opened his eyes. There was a trace of helplessness in his blood-red eyes. He said, "That brat Yu … why doesn't he go through the front door? It seems that the idiot Weeping Blood is going to clash with Yu again."
Before he finished speaking, the voice of an Official Lord came from outside the stone door, "Your Majesty, there is news from above that two Righteous Gods have broken into the 18th level of Hell. Should we … go and have a look?"
"What are you looking at? What's there to look at?" The Ghost Emperor of the Five Directions stretched lazily. "The Eighteen Hells are Weeping Blood's territory. It has nothing to do with us. If there's any crime, let that old bastard Weeping Blood suffer. Have you forgotten that he tried to take over my territory last month? Weeping Blood's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds recently. It's a good time to let him know that there's always a higher mountain out there. "
"But … the Three Ghost Emperors are on the same side … Isn't that a little inappropriate?"
"Cut the crap. Wake me up when the War God and Grace Goddess arrive at the Well of Reincarnation."
"Your Majesty, how do you know that they're the War God and Grace Goddess? Even the War God is here. Shouldn't we inform His Majesty Weeping Blood about this?"
"Inform my ass. I'd be happy to see him get a good beating."
"Yes, Your Majesty … I'll get to it right away!"
"What are you going to do? There's nothing for you to do. Go back to sleep! "
"Yes …"
… …
BOOM!
The earth trembled, and a giant hole appeared in the Purgatory.
When Lin Muyu broke through the Eleventh Purgatory, the main character could no longer sit still.
Amidst the fiery wind and clouds, figures appeared one after another on the land of the Eleventh Purgatory. Among them, there were countless Prefects, Ghost Dragon leaders, and even a Ghost Emperor. It was the legendary Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor, the Ghost God that Lin Muyu had met once before.
"Stop!"
Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor roared. His voice actually formed a blood-colored barrier in the air. His strength was unfathomable. No wonder he was so arrogant recently and even challenged the Ghost Emperors of Five Directions.
Looking at the two righteous gods in the sky, Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor was stunned, "Why do you … look so familiar?"
"What's wrong? Don't you recognize me, Your Majesty?" Lin Muyu smiled.
"So, it's you, Lin Muyu!"
Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor was shocked. He originally didn't know the identity of the two righteous gods, but he recognized Lin Muyu. In this world, who didn't know that Lin Muyu was conferred the title of Martial God by the Mahayana Heavenly Dao? Even the remote Ghost Realm knew that there was only one Martial God in this world.
"You … you …" Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor trembled with anger, "As a Martial God, why did you come to smash my Eighteen Purgatory?"
"I'm not smashing, I'm just passing by."
Lin Muyu emphasized with a solemn expression, "The gate to the Eighteen Purgatory is too hard to find, so I had to forcefully break through the spatial wall. This way, it would be more convenient. Xiao Yin and I have an important matter to attend to at Nether Spring. I hope Your Majesty won't obstruct us."
"To Nether Spring?"
Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor said, "Nether Spring is Dong Lin's territory, why are you going there?"
"Xiao Yin clearly sensed the disorder in Nether Spring, so as the righteous gods of the six worlds, we have the responsibility to investigate. After all, the matter in Nether Spring might be beyond the three great ghost emperors' ability to handle, so please don't obstruct us."
"Beyond the three great ghost emperors' ability?"
Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor couldn't help but laugh, "Lin Muyu, even if you're a Martial God, aren't you being too arrogant? Is there anything in this vast Ghost Realm that the three great ghost emperors can't handle? Since you're so arrogant, I won't be polite with you. Come, let me see how powerful a Martial God is. Men, carry my blood blade! "
A few ghost soldiers came with a battle blade. The blade was as red as blood, no wonder it was called blood blade.
"Buzz!"
Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor suddenly grabbed the blade with a sinister smile and said, "If you can defeat me, you can come and go as you please in the eighteen layers of hell. No one will stop you. But if you can't beat me, then sorry, there will be no more Martial Gods in the six worlds from now on."
"You want to kill me?" Lin Muyu asked with a smile.
"Why not?"
"Then come."
Lin Muyu didn't even draw her sword. She dived down and went straight for Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor.
"Come, have a taste of your father's blood blade!"
The blood blade streaked across the sky, and streams of ice-cold air swept over. It was bone-chilling. No wonder the Blood Sobbing Ghost Emperor was so arrogant. His cultivation had at least doubled in the past few years, and he was already above the Ghost Emperors of the five directions!
However, Lin Muyu's cultivation speed was even faster. She closed her fingers and slashed down with sword intent — thirty percent of her strength!
"Peng!"
As the sword will collided with the blade, Lin Muyu raised her finger and slashed out three times in a row. Unexpectedly, the Blood Sobbing Ghost Emperor was forced to retreat as his battle boots stomped on the flaming ground of purgatory.
"Ah?!"
A trace of surprise appeared on his face. He didn't expect Lin Muyu to be this powerful.
However, there was something even more unexpected —
"Buzz!"
Lin Muyu clasped her palms together and unleashed a huge sword intent. Sixty percent of her strength!
The hard ground exploded, and Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor's battle blade was directly blown away. Blood scars appeared on his chest. His body could no longer withstand the attacks of Ao Sword Arts.
Even the Nine Underworlds Demon King couldn't withstand the sixty percent attack of Lin Muyu, let alone a mere Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor?!
…
In the sky, three dazzling sword lights hung there, ready to take Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor's life at any time.
Lin Muyu looked down at the ground and said indifferently: "Admit defeat, and I won't kill you."
Weeping Blood Ghost Emperor lay on the ground with a pale face and trembling body. He said: "I … I admit defeat. Martial God, please spare my life."
"That's right."
Lin Muyu flipped her palm, and the power of Ao Sword Arts dissipated. She said: "Xiao Yin, let's go down!"
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