In the third painting, there were countless ghosts running amok. The ghosts and gods let out monstrous howls, turning a large area of the world into a ghastly and terrifying ghost domain. Every single one of the ghosts and gods had extremely shocking combat strength. Every single one of them was filled with ghastly aura that shot straight up into the sky. Numerous pitch-black iron chains danced in the void, constantly whipping at each other.
The ferocious ghosts were fighting with all kinds of living beings. They were also fighting with each other. When the chains hit the bodies of ordinary living beings, the souls of those living beings were directly beaten out of their bodies. The ghosts and gods let out howls, shattering the souls on the spot. Between the ferocious ghosts, they were devouring each other, making themselves stronger.
It was like a hundred ghosts were wandering at night. On the peak of a mountain that was piled up with countless bones, a ghost god with a single horn on its forehead, countless black chains wrapped around its body, and a scythe burning with black flames in its hand swept across the living beings coldly. It was like the king of the countless ghosts and gods. With just one look, it was a terrifying feeling that one's soul was being shaken.
The fourth painting was a scene of countless gods walking in various regions, transmitting countless beliefs and absorbing the power of faith. There were all kinds of gods, evil, justice, nature, intimidation, and so on. All kinds of gods walked in the world, spreading the teachings and receiving the power of faith, condensing into various kinds of divine power. And on the corpses of countless gods, there was a handsome young man with thirty-six pairs of wings behind his back. He held a scepter in his hand, looking proud of the Nine Levels of Heaven.
The fifth painting was a painting of thousands of beasts. In it, countless ferocious beasts gathered together, carrying out a fierce battle. All kinds of Natal Divine Powers and terrifying physical bodies collided violently, resulting in a tragic massacre. The battlefield was dyed red. A domineering nine-headed ferocious beast was at the top.
The sixth painting was a painting of thousands of weapons. There were all kinds of weapons, such as sabers, spears, swords, staffs, and so on. There was no end in sight, almost endless. Each weapon gave birth to a weapon spirit, condensing into a physical body, fighting fiercely with each other. All kinds of exquisite battle techniques were presented one after another. Every saber and sword could instantly split the void and cut through the chaos.
A cold young man stood in the void. Around him, all kinds of weapons kept appearing, turning into strands of hair that fell behind his head. Just one look from him was enough to shatter the world.
As for the seventh painting, it was a painting of countless calamities. The calamities in it were like a tidal wave, wreaking havoc. Lightning, storms, poison, flames, etc. All kinds of calamities seemed to emerge one after another in an endless cycle. Within the disasters, countless Children of Disaster were born. Their appearances varied, and they controlled countless disasters to wreak havoc. Destroy everything. They fought against each other, but at the highest point, there was also an ice-cold God of Calamity. Every inch of flesh and blood on his body was formed from countless calamities. With a single glance, a calamity would descend. At a glance, even Di Shitian could feel that if he were to face those disasters, there was a possibility that he would die.
The eighth painting was an endless painting of mountains and rivers. There were all kinds of mountains in it, each with their own charm. It was as if they were not inanimate objects, but tall and mighty giant gods. Countless rivers flowed through the mountains, like blood vessels that ran through heaven and earth. It flowed in all directions, connecting the mountains. The entire painting was like a terrifying sleeping deity. The majestic aura was so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.
The ninth painting was also very strange. It was just a piece of chaos. However, in the chaos, it was constantly destroyed, showing the scene of the beginning of the world. The three kinds of origin Qi of Taichu, Taishi, and Taishang were constantly evolving, but they disappeared in an instant, as if they had never been born. Only innate divine embryos were left, giving birth to the Children of Taichu, Taishi, Taishang, and so on. They fought and devoured each other as if they wanted to devour each other completely. It was extremely terrifying.
Each and every one of the nine murals was extremely lifelike, as though they were real existences. They emitted a terrifying pressure.
"Crazy Di, look at these nine murals. If I'm not wrong, the path ahead must be in these nine murals. Otherwise, there would be no reason to cut off the two paths. They would have imprisoned you in this tomb. "
"Ming" said with certainty after a moment of silence.
These nine murals definitely contained an extremely mysterious secret.
"Mm!"
Di Shitian had of course figured out that there should be a path ahead in these nine murals. However, the key was that there were nine murals in front of him now. The choice of which one to enter was also an extremely important matter. Each mural was different. He guessed that each mural should have a different meaning.
His eyes quickly swept across the nine murals one by one.
Although he was faced with a choice, his eyes were fixed on the Ghost God Painting full of ghosts in an instant. A look of determination appeared on his face, and he said decisively, "I was born as a genius, and I will die as a ghost hero. I would like to see what is so special about this Divine Tomb."
As soon as his voice fell, since he had already made up his mind, he no longer hesitated and walked toward the third mural without any hesitation. His figure instantly came into contact with the mural. Sure enough, the moment Di Shitian came into contact with the mural, ripples like waves quickly covered the entire painting.
Then, his whole body went into the mural. After entering, the ripples on the mural disappeared. It calmed down. In the blink of an eye, it returned to normal.
The tomb path became even more gloomy and terrifying. There was no sound, no vitality.
Even the entire tomb path had strangely disappeared. Only the nine murals appeared in the void, and the scenes changed again and again. Then, they formed the same tomb path. In each tomb path, there were the same murals, and there were peerless experts.
Di Shitian entered the mural.
There seemed to be a mysterious force wrapped around him, and he didn't feel the power of transmission at all. However, in front of him, there was a strange and variegated scene, and all kinds of scenes were constantly changing.
"What a strong Netherworld aura. What a gloomy ghost aura. "
The scene in front of him kept changing. The moment his feet stepped on the ground, he finally stopped completely. He felt that the ground under his feet was emitting a terrible and gloomy cold force. At the same time, he breathed slightly, and the sticky Netherworld aura in the air was naturally swallowed into his body. It was quite different from the aura in Nether Prison.
"Haha, another little fellow has delivered himself to my doorstep. Truly, there's a path to heaven but you refuse to take it, and instead, you barge into hell. You want to seize the Tomb of the God of Sin? This is the tomb of the God of Sin. Since you've come in, you'll stay here forever. "
In front of him, there was a ghost with a pair of black horns on its head. Its body was hundreds of feet tall, and it was holding an axe in its hand that looked like an evil ghost. It was a ghost axe. The blade of the axe flashed with a bright cold light. Its face was extremely ferocious and terrifying. When it opened its mouth, its fangs were clearly exposed.
Its eyes were shining with a cold light.
"Humph! I'm afraid this ghost realm can't keep me here! "Di Shitian glanced around and found that countless ghosts and deities were fighting fiercely. There was a tragic murderous aura everywhere. Each of them was an eternal-level ghost god. There were also thousands of peerless ghosts and deities. It was a scene of purgatory everywhere.
Moreover, he found a secret. No matter how fierce the fight here was, even if their bodies were torn to pieces, they could recover in the blink of an eye. They could not die here.
"Humph! You want to seize the Tomb of the God of Sin? Let me tell you, I'm afraid it's very difficult. Look at the Ghost God Peak. In front of you is the One-Horned Ghost Ancestor. The Ghost Ancestor's power is enough to destroy heaven and earth. As long as you defeat the Ghost Ancestor, you can enter the real door of the Tomb of the God of Sin — the Door of the Tomb of the God of Sin! Appear. Go through the Door of the God of Sin and enter the Tomb of the God of Sin. Otherwise, you will never be able to leave. However, you will never have the chance. Take my axe, the work of the gods! "
The Fiend God mocked with a strange voice.
At the same time, as soon as his voice fell, he chopped at Di Shitian with the Ghost Axe in his hand without hesitation.
The black Ghost Axe followed a mysterious trajectory and appeared in front of Di Shitian's neck at an astonishing speed.
The gloomy axe light could be clearly felt on the skin of his neck.
The work of the gods, cutting through space. This ghost god was a peerless ghost god. This attack was so terrifying that it could destroy everything. A kind of aura that could cut through everything and destroy all living things appeared in the axe.
"So that's how it is. The real Door of the God of Sin exists in the murals. Only by coming here can you truly enter the Tomb of the God of Sin. If you didn't tell me, this Emperor would have to spend some time to find out. However, since you've provided me with such important information, I can't go without a reward. The reward is to free you. Kill! "
A light flashed in Di Shitian's eyes as he coldly spat out a sentence.
He instantly spun Tiger Soul, which had been dragged behind him, in his hands.
A bright arc of light was drawn behind him.
Xiao Chen moved at an inconceivable speed, but arrived first. He held his saber horizontally and appeared before Xiao Chen.
Clang!!
Under the sharp Ghost Axe, the golden Tiger Soul blocked the blade of the axe. The overbearing Emperor's True Force spewed out from the Tiger Soul and collided violently with the Ghost Axe. However, within the Ghost Axe, there was a mighty force that could shatter heaven and earth. Following a loud noise.
Di Shitian's entire Emperor's body seemed to have suffered an unimaginable impact. His feet were firmly nailed to the ground, but his entire body was constantly pushed back by the mighty force.
The ground under his feet!
Two deep cracks were forcefully pulled out.
He was blasted dozens of feet away.
However, Di Shitian wasn't injured because of this. Instead, he took advantage of the momentum of retreating to disperse all the power. Moreover, the ghost god was also blasted hundreds of feet away.
"Kill!"
Di Shitian's snow-white hair danced crazily behind his head like snow. He exuded an insolent aura and a cold murderous voice came from his mouth. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.
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