Long Ao and Long Potian entered the black channel. It was pitch-black, and they couldn't even see their own fingers.
"Brother Long, the ancient tomb is extremely dangerous. You have to be careful."
Long Ao nodded. Ever since they had entered the black channel, he had been extremely careful.
The entire black channel was sloping downwards. In other words, the two of them were going down until they reached the bottom of the valley.
"There's light!"
Seeing a glimmer of light not far away, the two of them were overjoyed and immediately quickened their pace. In a short while, they had already reached the end of the black tunnel.
Looking at the space in front of them, both Long Ao and Long Potian were dumbfounded.
"So this is the so-called ancient tomb. He was shocked."
Following their gazes, they saw a boundless space in front of them. Black mist curled around it, and the aura of vengeful spirits filled the air.
Ghostly wails and sinister winds blew.
Not only that, but there were also tombs in this space. There were no tombstones, and it was impossible to tell who they were.
Long Ao and Long Potian exchanged a glance. They could see the shock in each other's eyes. The two of them knew that the corpses in these tombs belonged to famous martial artists of the Martial Heaven Continent from a thousand years ago. It was just that they had died in a great battle.
"Long Ao, have you noticed the problem?"
"Yes. Since countless people died in that great battle a thousand years ago, who was it that built this underground tomb? It's hard to imagine what the consequences would be if such powerful vengeful spirits were released."
Without even needing to get close, Long Ao could clearly sense just how powerful these vengeful spirits were.
Vengeful spirits were very simple. After a martial artist died, their souls would gather together and not scatter. Their resentment would remain in their souls, and over time, they would become vengeful spirits.
The resentment of vengeful spirits was extremely powerful. Furthermore, there were tens of thousands of them.
"Brother Long, are we still going in?"
Sensing the powerful vengeful spirit army, Long Potian, who had been brimming with confidence, suddenly felt the urge to retreat. He helplessly looked at Long Ao.
Shrugging, Long Ao indifferently said, "It's best if we leave for now. This kind of good thing is best left to others."
"Alright, let's go."
The two of them didn't want to stay for another minute, so they turned around and prepared to leave.
However, at this moment, the terrifying army of wraiths began to form a powerful tornado. Before the two of them could escape, they were sucked in by the tornado of wraiths and dragged in.
Feeling such a terrifying suction force, Long Ao and Long Potian were both shocked. Of course, the two of them knew what had happened. In their fear, they didn't dare to hesitate in the slightest. They used all of their strength to try and break free from the suction force.
However, the suction force of the army of vengeful spirits was too terrifying. It did not give Long Ao and Long Potian the slightest chance to escape.
Thump, thump.
They fell heavily to the ground and made intimate contact with the ground. At this moment, the two of them did not care about any pain at all. They turned around and directly shot toward the black tunnel.
However, it was easy to enter, but difficult to leave.
Before Long Ao and Long Potian could leave, the army of vengeful spirits had already charged toward them. They all looked ferocious, and their mouths were wide open. They looked extremely terrifying.
Long Potian was in complete despair. Although he was very powerful, he was at the peak of the Dao Ancestor Realm. Unless a Void cultivator came, he was not afraid of anyone.
However, Long Potian was helpless against this so-called army of vengeful spirits. Even if he could barely resist, he would only be able to resist for a while, but not forever.
"Brother Potian, what are you doing?"
Seeing that Long Potian seemed to have chosen to give up, Long Ao was shocked. He didn't know what was going on with Long Potian at this moment. Was he going to give up just like that?
"Brother Long, we're dead."
Hearing this, Long Ao almost fell down. He didn't even try and chose to give up. He scolded fiercely, "Are you still a cultivator? Pull yourself together. As long as we don't die, we have a chance to leave."
Long Potian, who had already chosen to give up, looked at Long Ao and saw that Long Ao was determined to not give up. He gritted his teeth and said with a laugh, "Brother Long, you're right. We can't give up until the last moment."
As he spoke, Long Potian had already rushed out, but he was pulled back by Long Ao.
"Brother Long, what are you doing?" He was very confused. He had clearly chosen to persist, so why did he pull him back?
"Brother Potian, you're behind me."
Long Ao didn't care whether Long Potian could understand or not. He had already started to attack.
He suddenly punched out with both fists, and all the power in his body gathered in his fists.
The reason why Long Ao was so confident was that when he went through the Thunder Tribulation, not only did he integrate the power of the Thunder Tribulation, but he could also use the power of the Thunder Tribulation to fight against enemies.
However, the power of the Thunder Tribulation was the nemesis of souls.
Long Ao didn't use the Divine Dragon Arm and the Hell Tiger Arm. He only integrated the power of the Blood Drinking Eight Styles and the power of the Thunder Tribulation.
As expected.
The fist shadows danced wildly. Perhaps it was because the fist energy was too dense, but the fist shadows directly formed a shield and integrated with the power of the Thunder Tribulation.
The great army of vengeful spirits surrounded the two of them. However, they were afraid of the Fist Shadow Qi Cover and did not dare to attack. Long Ao continuously smashed out fist shadows, but his heart was extremely depressed. Although he had temporarily blocked the great army of vengeful spirits, this was not a long-term plan.
Long Ao knew that there would be a time when he couldn't hold on anymore. At that time, only death would await him.
How could Long Potian not know about Long Ao's situation?
"Brother Long, what should we do now?"
"Follow me."
Long Ao and Long Potian did not dare to stay any longer. The moment they relaxed, they would be drowned by the army of vengeful spirits and die without a burial ground. It was precisely because of this that the two of them slowly walked towards the black tunnel under the cover of the fist shadows. As long as they left the space of the tomb and entered the black tunnel, everything would be fine.
The army of wraiths didn't know their intention. It was impossible for them to let them go. Although they were afraid of the fist shadows, they still chose to throw themselves at it like moths to a flame.
"Brother Long, let me help you."
Long Potian's palms directly pressed on Long Ao's back, and he continuously transferred the power in his body to him. Anyway, Long Potian was a warrior at the peak of the Tao Ancestor Realm. He was very powerful, even more powerful than Dugu Bai.
Long Ao, who gradually felt that he couldn't hold on, suddenly became energetic with the infusion of Long Potian's power. He roared, and the fist shadows became more powerful. However, the army of wraiths was not afraid at all. They still chose to throw themselves at the two of them from afar like moths to a flame.
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