Chapter 1254 One of the Nine Great Mountain Ghosts Wins the Hook in Nether City on Nether Mountain
After entering Netherworld Mountain, no one ever comes back.
Therefore, everyone is very afraid of Netherworld Mountain. No living thing dares to wander within hundreds of miles of the mountain.
Haven't even seen a village.
What is visible is the desolation and silence, as well as the central point, the general dead mountain.
The chaotic figure fell from the void.
As soon as Xu Zimo stepped on this world, endless death energy surged towards him.
To destroy his whole being.
The body is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and I am afraid that it will not be long before it will be reduced to white bones.
A leaf fell from the tree of life in Xu Zimo's body, blocking all the death energy.
Only then could he walk towards Netherworld Mountain with peace of mind.
After walking for more than ten minutes, there was no one in sight. It was so lonely that one even felt like a lonely ghost.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Xu Zimo looked up at Netherworld Mountain.
The mountain is not too high, but it stands in the shape of five fingers, and the ancient atmosphere is permeated.
"The bones are broken and mourning,
The road to life and death leads to the underworld."
A few words were written in black splash-ink fonts, and they were engraved on the stone tablet in front of them.
"Don't ask for nothing in this world,
Reunion in the sky under the phantom sea."
I don’t know who carved these words. The climbing path is made up of irregular steps.
As soon as Xu Zimo stood up, a powerful force suddenly ejected him.
"Only the dead can tread in the underworld," a majestic voice came from all directions.
Immediately afterwards, there was endless death energy, like a floating mist, covering the entire world.
The death aura grew stronger and stronger, and in the end a sinister wind blew, with figures of sinister soldiers and generals looming in the sinister wind.
The howling wind was like a human wail.
Xu Zimo said nothing. In the palm of his hand, the tree of life was reduced countless times and rotated in his palm.
The rich energy of life emitted, and this energy of life was much more powerful than the energy of death.
When it appeared, it was immediately annihilated.
"What a disgusting smell," a hoarse voice came from the corridor of Netherworld Mountain.
The next moment, two messengers wearing black robes and holding sickles came out of the void.
Without saying a word, they went straight towards Xu Zimo to kill him.
Xu Zimo waved his hand, and two sword energy burst out at random, killing the two of them directly.
But the next moment, the bodies of the two messengers split into four.
It seems like there are endless killings, four turns into eight, eight turns into sixteen, sixteen turns into thirty-two.
Xu Zimo said coldly: "Absolute strength cannot be made up for by quantity."
With endless sword energy all over his body, he walked up the mountain path of Netherworld Mountain step by step.
No matter how many messengers next to him are divided into, they will all be instantly killed by the sword energy. Even if there are thousands of them, they will not be able to take a step closer to Xu Zimo.
Walking up the mountain road again, there was still a strong force trying to push him out, but Xu Zimo was prepared this time.
Constantly resisting with his own strength, he walked upward step by step.
After walking for a while, the black-robed messenger behind him also disappeared. Halfway up the mountain, he met an old man.
The old man was leaning against a smooth boulder, holding a hook in each hand.
At this moment, I am sharpening the hook ring and wiping it carefully.
Xu Zimo's figure stopped next to him, and the old man's movement of wiping the hook was very rhythmic.
After watching it for a long time, it will give people an unpredictable feeling.
Finally, the old man stopped what he was doing, looked at Xu Zimo with a smile, and said, "I have been famous for a long time, and today I saw what I expected."
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Win Gou," the old man replied word for word.
"One of the Nine Mountain Ghosts," Xu Zimo asked with a frown.
Among the nine mountain ghosts, he had only seen two people, Kui and Xiang. Although Yinggou was one of them, this was the first time they met.
"Are you mountain ghosts from the underworld?" Xu Zimo asked.
"We only obey the orders of Lord Qian Calamity Doomsday," Ying Gou said, shaking his head.
Seemingly knowing Xu Zimo's doubts, he explained: "I was ordered to guard the entrance to Netherworld Mountain and prevent the ghost tribe from leaving the forbidden area."
"What is your purpose?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You have to ask Master Qian Calamity Doomsday about this," Ying Gou said with a smile.
"I just didn't expect that your Majesty would come to this forbidden area."
"Where is the entrance to the forbidden area?" Xu Zimo asked.
"In Netherworld City on Netherworld Mountain, the city gate will naturally open at midnight," Yinggou said.
Xu Zimo nodded and continued walking along the mountain road.
"Does your Majesty want to leave the Realm of Ghosts and Gods?" Watching Xu Zimo leave, Ying Gou suddenly spoke.
"What?" Xu Zimo turned his head and replied.
"We have a way to make you leave," Yinggou said.
"As for the conditions, I need a commitment from you."
"There is no promise, and I don't need your help," Xu Zimo refused directly.
"I know that you have a great saint protecting you, but with your current strength, you cannot leave the realm of ghosts and gods," Yinggou continued.
"Even if you are a great sage, it will not help."
"This is not your concern," Xu Zimo said lightly.
"I'm here in Netherworld Mountain. Whenever you figure it out, you can come to me anytime," Ying Gou said with a smile.
"Is this what you mean?" Xu Zimo asked.
"The order from Master Thousand Calamities Doomsday," Ying Gou said truthfully.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, and then continued walking towards the mountain. The sound of Ying Gou wiping the hook ring came from behind again.
Climb to the top of Netherworld Mountain.
Xu Zimo saw a city, a city floating in the darkness, as silent as a ghost town.
It's just that it's daytime now, and when you walk through the city, it's like a reflection of a mirage, and your body goes right through it.
Xu Zimo was not in a hurry, just sat there and waited.
From the afternoon until late at night.
Finally, as the night got darker, the city became more and more solid and realistic.
Finally, with a "bang" sound as the city gate opened, Netherworld City... was opened.
Two ghosts stood at the gate of the city, looking inside. It was very lively.
When Xu Zimo entered the city, no one stopped him. There seemed to be a ghost festival on the streets. People wore ghost masks and most of the things they sold were related to the underworld.
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"The book continues from the last chapter. The great general of the God Clan fought with the Ghost King for hundreds of rounds, but was finally defeated."
When Xu Zimo heard the sound, he turned around and saw that there were storytellers in this ghost town.
From the entrance of the city tower, shouts came from time to time, which attracted people's attention.
Xu Zimo walked up to the tower and found a place to sit down.
But when those people saw him, they all ducked away, unwilling to sit with him.
"Old man, I won't listen to today's story now. We'll tell it again tomorrow," someone said.
"It's really unlucky to have another foreigner here."