The Nine Serenities had existed since the beginning of the world. They were the source of evil spirits, evil gods, and evil ghosts. There was no lack of powerful natural gods, such as the Demonic Emperor, the Sky-killing Taoist, and this Acheron.
Although he was not as famous as the Nine Serenities, he was still a powerful person. He had always been the symbol of life and death, and the current Dharmakaya could not compare to him!
Could it be that Bomi really wanted to dig through the Nine Serenities and let Acheron come to the world?
Or did Zhenwu Great Emperor seal Acheron in the Carefree Valley?
Mengqi felt suffocated as his thoughts ran wild. He took a light breath and told himself that even if Acheron was sealed in the Carefree Valley after millions of years, he would have died of old age. This was only the third step of the chain mission. It was impossible to face such a powerful person!
"Emperor of the Netherworld …" Slayer Yaksh frowned slightly.
Mengqi understood that he was wondering why the leader of his organization had chosen the nickname Emperor of the Netherworld. He pretended not to hear and looked around.
There was only the tunnel and the painted murals in the hall. It seemed that this was the end of the tunnel and there was no way to go further.
Jia Zhen, the Primordial Chaos Devil who had been quiet all this while, suddenly walked to the front of the Emperor of the Netherworld. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed solemnly.
Silently, an entrance appeared between him and the Emperor of the Netherworld's mural. Damp air flowed out and slanted downwards.
"Old Jia …" Slayer Yaksh gasped. Did he know how to open the entrance?
Jia Zhen was dressed like a scholar and said calmly, "I have encountered similar cases of evil gods worshiping before. I know that if I can't find any clues, I can go to the statue or the mural and kowtow to the god."
"I see." Slayer Yaksh thought that his words made sense and his doubts disappeared.
To him, whether Jia Zhen was telling the truth or not, or what his intentions were, he could just watch from the sidelines with the Emperor of the Netherworld following them. Who knows, he might even be able to open the secret place and gain more.
The five of them did not say much and walked along the entrance.
The passageway meandered downwards, deep into the ground. The cold and damp feeling became heavier and heavier, and one could faintly hear the sound of flowing water.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the area in front of him widened. Pieces of gray stone bricks paved a square, and in the distance, there was a dark and deep cave. A circle of flowers grew on the side, with seven petals like orchids and bright red stamens.
"Saraca Flower!" Slayer Yaksh could not conceal his joy.
The fact that he could see Saraca Flowers near the entrance meant that this was the Life Gate!
If it was someone who was inexperienced in the Jianghu, he would have already flown over and taken the lead. However, Slayer Yaksh was knowledgeable and shrewd. He continued to move forward step by step, keeping his guard up against the possible presence of Nether Spirits and his companions with ulterior motives.
Mengqi was in the middle of the team and followed Slayer Yaksh onto the Gray Square.
"One step, two steps …"
If the ancient records were correct, even if the area outside the Life Gate had been transformed into a square, as long as the God-trapping Formation of the Five Elements was not broken and one did not possess the symbol of Carefree Valley, an illusory formation would appear every three steps. With the help of the experts guarding the place, it could effectively resist the enemy and delay the arrival of reinforcements from the valley.
But now that the situation was reversed, there might be some changes to the illusory formation!
"Three steps!" Just as Mengqi finished counting, a dense fog rose around him. His vision was reduced to less than three meters, and his senses were blocked. It was as if he had been rejected and abandoned by heaven and earth.
Mengqi restrained his breath and observed his surroundings. Recalling his previous position, he suddenly took a diagonal step.
With this step, the scene in front of him changed. The fog thinned, and a figure loomed in front of him. He held a Geng Jin long sword in his hand. His hair was white, and he was timid and vigilant of his surroundings. It was "Devil-slaying Sword" Yang Zhenchan.
Finally, the opportunity to attack came. Mengqi held his breath and concentrated. He switched the sword to his left hand and held the hilt of Heaven Inflicted Pain in his right hand.
At this moment, Mengqi still treated Yang Zhenchan as if he was at his peak. Even a lion would use its full strength to catch a rabbit!
His Aperture acupoints were opened, but his Dharma Form was not visible. Everything was operating inside. The Golden Crow, the Grand Sun, the stars, and the Chaotic Hole shrank rapidly and gathered in the Heavens. The Heavens moved forward and gradually became chaotic.
Mengqi gave off a gloomy feeling, and his breath was unclear. Soon after, a layer of ordinary breath floated on his surface. It was no different from usual and concealed the abnormality.
Looking at Yang Zhenchan who was still vigilant, Mengqi did not find an opportunity to attack, so he deliberately took a step forward.
Yang Zhenchan held his long sword and looked around. His spiritual sense enveloped the surroundings, not giving the Nether Spirits and possible moles outside any chance.
Suddenly, he heard the crisp sound of footsteps. Looking back, his vigilance climbed to the highest.
Then he saw Mengqi, who walked out with his hands behind his back, showing no hostility.
"The Cultivator of the Grand Sun, Shen Bao …" Seeing that it was someone he knew and that he was swaggering over instead of trying to sneak up on him, Yang Zhenchan subconsciously relaxed a little, but immediately prepared to stay alert in case there was a mole.
Just when he was slightly relaxed, Mengqi, who had closely sensed the change in his breath and the looseness of his grip on his sword, stepped forward. The saber light shone!
His vision was dim. The saber light tore through heaven and earth as if there was nothing it could not cut!
Just as Yang Zhenchan sensed it, the saber light was already in front of him!
His eyes suddenly burst with ferocity and determination, and the feeling of fear disappeared without a trace. The Sword Qi around him condensed into one, and the long sword in his hand was raised in a posture that defied common sense and was difficult to penetrate.
Clang!
The long sword was cut by the saber light!
Yang Zhenchan's reaction was even faster than Ze Luoju's. His move was even more ingenious, blocking the saber light just in front of it.
Clang!
The long sword was cut by the saber light of the Genesis Splitter and swung to the right. Yang Zhenchan's chest and abdomen were cut open, and a deep cut appeared from between his eyebrows to his navel. His internal organs and grayish white could almost be seen.
But it was still blocked, and Yang Zhenchan was only injured!
"He's pretending to be weak …" The thought flashed through Mengqi's mind. Without any hesitation, he thrust the long sword in his left hand. With every stab, there was an explosion of flames, like a series of explosions in the depths of the Grand Sun.
With the help of the explosion, the sword light and Mengqi's unprecedented speed went straight to between Yang Zhenchan's eyebrows!
Yang Zhenchan was in a desperate situation, but his eyes were fierce. He actually found his only chance of survival. Instead of blocking, he stabbed with his long sword. The Gengjin burst out, and the sword light was incomparably fast. Like a meteor chasing the moon, it pierced through the scorching heat and landed between Mengqi's eyebrows.
Attack against attack, speed against speed!
Although Yang Zhenchan attacked later, he was faster by a bit. It seemed that he could perish together with Mengqi, which forced him to change his move.
His outstanding swordsmanship and unparalleled sharpness were not empty words!
The surrounding fog tumbled as if drawn in by the two sword lights. But under the absorption of the Five Elements God-down Formation, neither the slate nor the fog suffered any substantial damage or change.
Just as the two were about to perish together, the muscles on Mengqi's back bulged. Two arms grew out and a head grew out of his neck.
Forming a seal with both hands, golden lotuses bloomed around him. They were thick and dignified, connected to the earth, vast and boundless.
"Clang!"
Yang Zhenchan's sword light was blocked by the Immovable Golden Lotuses, but his sword momentum was unmatched. His strength and realm were above Mengqi's, so he managed to break through the golden lotuses. The remaining momentum was about to stab Mengqi's two heads.
Suddenly, Mengqi's body grew and his clothes burst. The sword light was aimed at his chest instead of his head.
"Clang!" Gold and iron collided. The Immovable Golden Lotuses had absorbed most of the power of the long sword, but it only left a white mark.
On the other side, Mengqi's grip on his sword did not waver. He was prepared to exchange his life for Yang Zhenchan's. When Yang Zhenchan's sword stabbed his chest, he pointed at the middle of his eyebrows!
Yang Zhenchan's eyes were wide open, filled with ferocity, surprise, and unwillingness. He heard a soft puff and his vision went completely dark.
Meng Qi heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Yang Zhenchan fall limply to the ground and his blood flowing into the Flowing Fire. He rejoiced. Even though he had yet to master the Law Phenomenon, he could still enlarge his body slightly. Otherwise, he would have been stabbed in the Achilles' heel by Yang Zhenchan's sword light, which was at the end of its tether. He would have been badly injured and would not have been able to recover in a short time.
"As expected of a Dharmakaya's direct disciple. His swordsmanship is really outstanding …" Mengqi's extra head and arms retracted and disappeared.
Flowing Fire seemed to be happy after absorbing the blood. It boiled, expanded, and shrank. Gradually, it condensed into a scarlet jade-like sword. It was scorching hot and no longer swallowed and spat fire like before.
Mengqi waved Flowing Fire. He felt that it was as light as his own arm and the power it contained was enough to melt metal and stone.
"It's finally upgraded to the Superior Grade …" Mengqi was both happy and emotional.
Suddenly, he saw Yang Zhenchan's body begin to rot at an indescribable speed. Even the Geng Jin sword in his hand was full of rust.
In just two or three breaths, Yang Zhenchan was only left with white bones, surrounded by a pile of mud-like flesh and blood, and a precious sword that would shatter at a touch.
Seeing this change, Mengqi frowned. Was it because he had encountered something in the past or because of the formation? Judging from the decay of his precious weapon, it was probably the latter …
In order to refine elixirs, Yang Zhenchan seemed to have changed everything. He only had a variety of spiritual herbs on him, but they had also lost their vitality and decayed into mud.
Meng Qi muttered to himself for a moment before changing into the same set of clothes and burning the torn one to ashes. Then, he stepped back and was once again immersed in the mist.
After ten minutes, the formation operated naturally and the mist disappeared.
Slayer Yaksh saw that the distance between him and the others had obviously widened. He was about to speak when he suddenly smelled a rotten stench. He looked as far as he could and saw Yang Zhenchan's corpse. He recognized him from the rotten wood-like precious sword.
"You killed him!" Slayer Yaksh pointed at Mengqi, his momentum rising as if he was ready to attack at any time. Merciless Tyrant and Jia Zhen, the Primordial Chaos Devil, were also full of vigilance and ready to strike.
Mengqi curled his lips and sneered. "Why do you say it was me? I think it was you! "
He looked angry as if he had been wronged.
Slayer Yaksh narrowed his eyes and his voice seemed to have vortexes. "You deliberately mentioned Yang Zhenchan's name. If it wasn't you, then who did it?"
"I just happened to hear that he was meeting you." Mengqi pointed at his singlet that had been deliberately restored to its original state. "Then who attacked me?"
The wound on Mengqi's back was on his singlet. Even if he could change his bones and reverse his hands, the places where he exerted force were different and the palm prints were different, it could be clearly distinguished.
"Did he tear off my hand, embed it into the wall, and hit it with my singlet?"
Slayer Yaksh, who remembered this, slowly lost his hostility and looked at Merciless Tyrant and Jia Zhen with cold eyes.
Jia Zhen tried to smooth things over. "It's not necessarily an internal strife. There might be some invisible monster hiding in the passageway that destroyed Bomi."
Slayer Yaksh nodded and became even more vigilant.
Seeing that their doubts had faded and they did not attack him, Mengqi thought with a sense of accomplishment, "It feels good to be the villain …"
They took another three steps to the Door of Life and were once again immersed in the mist.
With the precedent of him attacking Yang Zhenchan, Mengqi became even more vigilant and deliberately changed his position.
The mist rolled and disappeared after a cup of tea. Mengqi saw Slayer Yaksh.
He was about to speak when his gaze suddenly froze. There was a corpse lying on the ground. The corpse had been torn into two pieces and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys had fallen to the ground.
"It's him!" Mengqi was shocked.
He was not surprised by the tragic state of the corpse, but by the fact that the person who died was the one he thought would be safe.
Merciless Tyrant!
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