Chapter 1053 The Gate of Death, the Realm of Death
"Bang!"
Four black coffins were suspended in the air. The lids of the coffins suddenly flew away, and four skinny figures like skeletons slowly stepped out of them.
Immediately, four terrifying auras that were more powerful than the four demon saints of the soul clan surged across the sky, causing the ancient clan's expressions to change drastically.
"Hun Yuantian, Hun Shengtian? Hun Yao? How can these old ghosts still be alive?"
Looking at the four figures, the pupils of many people in the ancient clan suddenly shrunk, with horror on their faces.
The seniority of these four people in the Soul Clan is even higher than that of the Soul Emperor. Back then, they had already gradually fallen into decline.
How could it happen again today?
The auras of three of them, in particular, have almost reached the perfection of the Eight-Star Dou Sage, and are incredibly powerful.
"The living dead?"
Gu Yuan frowned, and in his perception, he also noticed something was wrong.
He sensed an extremely strong aura of death from the bodies of these four people.
This kind of breath is definitely not something ordinary living people can have.
These are four living dead. I don’t know what weird means the Soul Clan used to turn the people who should have died into living dead, and they are still surviving to this day.
The living dead exist like puppets, but they are more advanced than puppets.
Because this requires the use of some strange method to resurrect some people who were originally dead.
But the conditions for that kind of resurrection are extremely harsh, and the probability is quite low, so generally no one does it.
After all, a truly strong man is always protected by his family or sect after death. No one wants the body of their ancestor to be ruined after death.
The Ancient Clan cannot do this kind of thing, and only the Soul Clan would still dare to transform the bodies of their predecessors.
But in this case, the soul clan's foundation is really too strong.
Three of the four eight-star fighting saints are even close to the Great Perfection. Is this the strength that the Soul Clan has always hidden?
It's incredibly powerful.
"No, Xiao'er is in danger!"
Gu Yuan's heart moved and he immediately wanted to take action.
But suddenly, his body stopped again.
Danger is danger, but this may not be a good opportunity to see clearly Lu Yunxiao's true strength.
Anyway, even if Lu Yunxiao is defeated, he still has the ability to save Lu Yunxiao at the critical moment.
This is his confidence in his own strength.
"Xiao'er, do you have anything else to hide?"
Gu Yuan blinked lightly, filled with deep curiosity.
He has never understood Lu Yunxiao.
"Desolation in all directions, the realm of death!"
In the sky, the mouths of the four figures suddenly opened, and four light points flew out, and finally turned into four giant black doors thousands of feet tall.
The giant door is filled with the endless breath of death. This is the door of death and silence.
The so-called Gate of Death was created by a powerful Dou Emperor in ancient times, and it can swallow all things in the world.
This Gate of Death is quite strange, because it is completely different from ordinary fighting skills.
We can't even say that it is a fighting skill. Instead, it is more appropriate to call it a space created by practicing alone.
In order to successfully cultivate the Gate of Death, these four people forged it for hundreds of years before it had its current power.
The space inside that door is filled with the aura of death. Even if a powerful Seven-Star Dou Sheng is sucked into it, if he cannot break out, he will be eroded by the aura of death and die.
And after his death, the essence and blood in his body will become the nourishment for the Door of Death, making it even more tyrannical.
In ancient times, this Gate of Death was the subject of many strong fights.
Giant black doors stood in four directions in the sky, and the aura of death surged out, shrouding the world.
Infected by the breath of death, many powerful men belonging to Lu Yunxiao in the sky above the square discovered that the vitality in their bodies was gradually passing away!
The four gates formed a formation, surrounding all the coalition forces inside.
"The Gate of Death?"
"The Realm of Death?"
Gu Yuan was shocked and realized that he seemed to have underestimated these four people.
Now that the formation has been completed, the four gates of death are connected together, and the defenders are four eight-star fighting saints. Even the nine-star fighting saints may not be able to easily break through this realm of death.
"Damn it, if there's anything wrong with Xiao'er, I'll have to kill these four old immortals."
Gu Yuan's eyes were sharp, and his whole body was full of momentum.
The reason why he hasn't taken action yet is because of what Lu Yunxiao said before. Lu Yunxiao needs to deal with the Soul Clan alone in this battle.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, it was best for him not to take action, lest Lu Yunxiao would complain to him afterwards.
Secondly, he still has trust in Lu Yunxiao. Lu Yunxiao is by no means as simple as he seems on the surface.
Moreover, even if the worst happens, regardless of martial ethics, the Ancient Clan will just mobilize all its members.
Anyway, there is no way Lu Yunxiao will be taken away today.
Gu Yuan's eyes flickered and thoughts swirled in his mind.
At this moment, Gu Yuan was still weighing the pros and cons and hesitating.
Although Gu Yuan is strong, he does lack the decisiveness that a hero should have.
Some opportunities slip away just because of this hesitation.
…
"The Realm of Death?"
In the sky, Huang Ling'er saw this and became furious.
The blazing red fighting spirit on her body bloomed with endless light. She waved the Holy Feather Sword in her hand and rushed towards the realm of death.
The four elders of the Soul Clan still have brains. Their realm of death deliberately left out the most powerful Huang Ling'er and the Devouring Lord.
These two nine-star fighting saints cannot take action outside. Their realm of death is absolutely impregnable.
"Want to rescue?"
"Don't even think about it!"
Wuwu Tunyan sneered, how could he let Huang Ling'er leave easily now that he was so embarrassed when he was beaten before?
"Only you? Get out of here!"
Huang Ling'er yelled angrily, and the Holy Feather Sword seemed to be able to cut through the sky, and it struck down the void swallowing flames.
Void Swallowing Flame didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he quickly dodged. Huang Ling'er was about to pursue him when a huge black mark hit him head-on.
"Seal of Destruction!"
The huge black seal, with a force that seemed thicker and more domineering than the mountains, suppressed it.
Huang Ling'er quickly changed direction and struck at the black seal with her sword.
The sword came out, the black seal was split, and the attack of the Void Swallowing Flame came again.
Huang Ling'er quickly resisted, but with the combined efforts of the Soul Clan army and the Void Swallowing Flame, Huang Ling'er was held back tightly.
"The realm of death? It's interesting!"
Compared to the eager Huang Ling'er, the Devouring Lord frowned after seeing the Death Realm formation appear, but still remained calm.
He has experienced a lot in his life and has already developed a calm mind.
(End of chapter)
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