Chapter 815

The black gas dissipated, revealing the quaint and mysterious mausoleum. From the outside, it looked more and more like a seal. However, the terrain had changed slightly and it had lost its natural feeling.

He was about to face the Evil Spirit of one of the Five Ancient Emperors. No matter how confident he was in his strength, he did not dare to be careless due to his current realm. He held Heaven Inflicted Pain in his right hand and a small black flag appeared in his left. He released a little breath to protect himself.

All of a sudden, Buddhist Monk Silence, He Canshang, and the others felt a tremendous aura rising. It made their primordial spirits tremble. It was a powerful aura that they had never felt before or even imagined!

In a short moment, the red mist filled the air and the surrounding hundreds of miles became extremely moist as if there was a layer of water on their skin. The perception of the Exterior experts could not penetrate the mist and they could barely see the entrance of the mausoleum.

Just the aura alone was enough to render them unable to muster any will to resist, and their thoughts became sluggish. How terrifying was this! Star-picking Immortal and the others felt like they were facing a real immortal. They held their breath and did not dare to breathe.

The breath was like a storm, surging out wave after wave. Master Xiyue's eyes were real and he felt suffocated. There was only one thought in his mind.

Terrifying! Too terrifying!

His Vital Spirit was trembling with fear when he saw the blade just now. He felt that even ten of him could not resist it. But now the breath was even more terrifying. In front of it, he was like an ant facing the Grand Sun, insignificant. It could destroy him eternally with one breath and one look!

Whether it was the realm or the treasure, it was enough to show how powerful Qingyuan was!

Master Xiyue felt hopeless when he thought of facing the revenge of such a person in the future. He could almost see his miserable end and the destruction of the Moon Village.

Hallucinations and Inner Demons appeared. He suddenly felt as if his heart was burning and his waist was wet. The conflict between the two was tearing his internal organs.

"Qi-deviancy Derangement?" Master Xiyue's vision darkened. He could not hold on any longer and slowly sank.

If Star-picking Immortal had not found him and caught him in time, he would have fallen to the ground and broken into pieces.

"What's wrong with you?" Star-picking Immortal asked with a frown.

Master Xiyue looked up blankly and saw himself in his eyes. His hair was loose, his face was sometimes red like blood and sometimes cold like the moon. His eyes were dim and his breath was chaotic and weak.

…

With the breath of the Devil-rinsing Flag protecting him, Meng Qi escaped into the mausoleum. There had already been earth-shattering changes inside. The symbolic arrangements such as the Life and Death Boundary had disappeared without a trace. Broken walls and decaying objects could be seen everywhere. Only the Dragon-subduing Stand was suspended in mid-air, majestic and desolate.

The whole mausoleum seemed to be suppressing the inside. Mengqi felt his body was so heavy that he could not fly. He had to land and walk.

Ahead of them was shrouded in black fog. At this moment, a man stepped out slowly. He was wearing a loose robe with long sleeves and holding a long spear. His body was surrounded by lightning. He looked young, but in fact, he had many wrinkles. It was Huangpu Tao, the former master of God-gathering Heights and the former Emperor of Tianyuan!

He had become a Zombie in the prime of his life, but his body had not decayed yet. Apart from the Evil Spirit of Zhenwu, his strength was second to none in the mausoleum, almost comparable to those who had crossed the first step of the Celestial Ladder. Mengqi had received his guidance and the karma of the Black Tortoise Pendant. Mengqi wanted to save him, so he could not attack aggressively like before.

However, Mengqi's expression did not change at all. He suddenly sped up and rushed toward Huangfu Tao like a chariot dragging a mountain.

Huangfu Tao looked indifferent. He lifted his spear as if he was carrying the world and the mountains on his back. Then, he slowly and heavily slashed.

Boom!

The void distorted as if it was about to collapse. Streaks of green thunderbolts surged toward Meng Qi with ferocious momentum. The scattered electric arcs shattered the ground and the stone walls of the mausoleum, showing the fearsomeness of the attack itself.

Thump, thump, thump. Mengqi lowered his long saber and rushed forward. The thunderbolts were bounced off and extinguished, leaving no trace.

Thump, thump, thump. The tip of the saber absorbed the thunderbolts and condensed them into the size of a needle.

Thump, thump, thump. Mengqi turned sideways and pushed his shoulder forward. His chest collided with the spear.

The spear swung up, but Mengqi was unscathed. He slashed upward with his long saber.

Huangfu Tao swung his spear and blocked the saber in time. The thunderbolts collided and exploded into a sea of thunderbolts, engulfing half of the mausoleum.

At this moment, two arms grew out of Mengqi's back. One of them was clenched into a fist. It was as white as jade, surrounded by gold and purple, and accompanied by black and white lights. It was sacred and honorable!

"Eh …" A sound came from the depths of the black fog.

The fist fell, passing through Huangfu Tao's protective thunderbolts and hitting his head.

At this moment, the fist opened up and turned into a dragon claw. The Qi of Merit, Fortune, and Morality penetrated into Huangfu Tao's Niwan Palace, cleansing his body and eliminating the evil.

At the same time, a golden light bloomed between Mengqi's eyebrows, and the lotus in his Vital Spirit bloomed. His eyes became deep and indifferent as if he was looking down at the Buddha.

Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth!

The sea of spirit appeared, shrouded by the black fog. The golden light was hidden and bound inside. With the help of the Primordial Golden Lotus, Mengqi tried to recall Huangfu Tao's memory fragments.

The sea became turbulent, and the black fog condensed into the image of Zhenwu Great Emperor in a black robe. An indescribable majesty rushed over, making Mengqi's thoughts slow. However, the Primordial Golden Lotus released thousands of rays of light, which temporarily blocked it.

It was like a fishing boat bobbing up and down in the waves, about to capsize at any time.

Seizing this opportunity, Mengqi channeled the aura of the Devil-rinsing Flag into it.

Rumble!

The sea of spirit stirred up strong winds and huge waves, breaking through the restraint of the black fog.

With their help, Zhenwu Great Emperor's thin and majestic face slowly dissipated, and Huangfu Tao regained consciousness.

Mengqi grabbed Huangfu Tao's head and threw him out of the mausoleum to He Canshang's side.

"Master!" He Canshang couldn't sense what was happening inside the mausoleum. Seeing his master flying out, he was both alert and excited.

Huangfu Tao's eyes gradually became clear. He nodded, looked down, and murmured to himself.

"He has grown to such an extent …"

…

Inside the mausoleum, the black fog rolled and condensed into a figure in the distance. He was wearing a black robe and a crown. His face was thin and his eyes were majestic.

Seeing the Evil Spirit of Zhenwu, Mengqi's concentration rose to the highest. Even if the Evil Spirit didn't have the realm and strength of Zhenwu Great Emperor, he still had the vision, knowledge, and experience. Even if he had a Divine Weapon, he couldn't take it lightly.

The Evil Spirit's aura was so deep that Mengqi couldn't tell how much strength he had left.

After paying a great price and almost breaking free from the suppression of the mausoleum, how much strength did he have left?

The Evil Spirit of Zhenwu didn't attack. Instead, he looked at the Devil-rinsing Flag with complicated eyes and said slowly, "He won't let me go after all."

The "he" referred to Zhenwu Great Emperor, Devil-rinsing Primogenitor!

When Mengqi was about to ask about the whereabouts of Zhenwu Great Emperor, the Evil Spirit said, "The bladesmanship you used outside the mausoleum was derived from the 'Divine Nine-Annihilation'. With your current realm, I'm afraid you can't create it. Is it the last descendant of Thunder God?"

"Yes." Mengqi answered concisely. He didn't know what the Evil Spirit wanted to say.

The Evil Spirit of Zhenwu smiled. "Thunder God came here after the fall of the Celestial Court."

The ancient Thunder God came here after the fall of the Celestial Court? He didn't come here after Zhenwu disappeared? Mengqi was shocked and looked directly at the Evil Spirit of Zhenwu.

He knew that the Evil Spirit wanted to use these things to shake his mind and find a good opportunity to attack. But he also knew that the Evil Spirit of Zhenwu knew that he would listen.

Knowing more about these things was more useful than getting any of the Seven Strokes of Heaven Interception!