Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-Six, Inside the Gate of Ghosts, the Song of Mourning Souls begins
Chapter 376: Inside the Gate of Hell, the Soul Song Rises (Part 2) (Second update, please vote for me)
"ah!--"
As soon as everyone formed the formation, they heard a scream coming from behind. They couldn't help but look towards the place where the sound came from.
I saw a monk lying on the ground there, with a huge hole in his heart. Rolling blood gushes out from the wound, staining the ground red.
The deceased's eyes widened, full of unwillingness.
"Sect Master, this is a King of Seven Tribulations!" Sals said to Li Yi solemnly.
Among the monks present, many people recognized the face of this king. He was one of those kings who did not belong to any force.
Everyone was silent, and then they clearly realized the dangers of the Nine Difficulties of Underworld. Before the exploration officially started, a king had already fallen.
"Let's go!" Li Yi pondered for a while, then led the monks of the Wushen Sect into the white mist, while the other monks did not stay.
As soon as they entered the white mist, the various forces were immediately separated. They could only see a few feet away. No one could see anyone except relying on the formation to contact them.
"Ah!——" After a few breaths, screams were heard again. Apparently, another monk had died.
Li Yi felt heavy in his heart and ordered: "Everyone in the Wushen Sect, listen and be vigilant immediately. If you find anything wrong, report the location immediately."
"Yes, Emperor!" everyone responded.
A few breaths later, Li Yi and others walked about a thousand steps in the white mist, and screams were heard again in the white mist. Moreover, this time, it was not one sound, but several in succession, and even some screams were heard.
"Thump thump" the sound of a corpse falling.
The dangerous moment has truly arrived now!
"boom!"
While Li Yi and others were walking, the Wushen Sect's protective array suddenly shook, and a monk immediately heard a voice: "Something is attacking from the southeast!"
"kill!--"
In an instant, all the monks of the Wushen Sect started to take action. The Demon God Faxiang suspended above the formation roared suddenly, and a huge bloody hand struck towards the southeast.
The three kings of Mirror Demon, Sars, and Yuhua also showed no mercy. The golden mirror of light, the roaring shadow of the abyss, and the flying flowers in the sky directly shattered the white mist in the southeast direction countless times.
"Boom!" A piercing scream first sounded in the white mist, and then an explosion sounded.
Li Yi walked to the place where the explosion sounded, and saw only a shriveled arm left on the ground. This arm seemed to have been peeled off, with pieces of dark red muscle exposed. On the corners of the five fingers, there were roots.
Sharp black finger horns.
Overall, the entire arm looks extremely ferocious and terrifying!
"This is a ghost!"
After observing carefully for a while and feeling the breath on his arm, Li Yi already had the answer in his mind.
Ghosts are different from ghosts, resentful souls, and resentful souls. They are not transformed after death, but are creatures bred from extremely strong evil, yin, and resentment. They are violent and ferocious in nature.
Li Yi had seen this kind of creature in the ancient underworld in the past. However, those ghosts in the past were relatively weak, at most the level of golden immortals, and they did not attract Li Yi's attention at all.
But the ghosts born in this "Gate of Hell" are much more terrifying, and can actually kill the king with one blow.
"Let's keep walking!"
Li Yi withdrew his gaze and ordered to move on.
Knowing that what was hidden in the white mist was a ghost, he felt more at ease. The unknown is the scariest thing, and there will always be a way to deal with the known.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! -"
Along the way, screams kept ringing in the ears of everyone in the Wushen Sect.
"Bang!" The protective shield shook, and a ghost attacked again.
"All attack with thunder!" Li Yi gave the order with a cold look in his eyes.
"Boom!——"
In an instant, all the monks of the Wushen Sect emitted thunderbolts burning with blood, overwhelmingly covering the sky in the direction where the movement appeared.
"Zi!——"
There was a sound of hot iron falling into the cold water, and the monks of Wushen Sect could vaguely see a red figure evaporated by lightning in an instant.
"Thunder is indeed the nemesis of these ghosts!" Li Yi nodded with satisfaction after seeing the result, and then ordered to change the formation and condense the thunder formation.
In the blink of an eye, a huge blood cloud floated over the people of the Wushen Sect, and streaks of blood-colored thunder and lightning shuttled across the sky.
Sure enough, in this way, Li Yi and the others encountered significantly fewer ghosts. When other forces screamed, they began to speed up their progress.
About half an hour later, Li Yi and others finally broke out of the white fog area.
"Huh! It's finally out!" Li Yi took a breath and glanced at the white mist behind him with lingering fear.
Originally, he thought that if he activated the thunder formation, nothing would happen. However, during the process, he encountered three king-level ghosts attacking him.
These three ghosts were much more powerful than the ones that appeared before. Each of them was comparable to the King of Eight Tribulations. In the end, relying on the thunder method and the infinite power of the mirror demon, they were able to get rid of it after a lot of effort.
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Fortunately, although this process was difficult, not a single monk from the Wushen Sect died, which can be said to be extremely lucky.
"boom!--"
The white mist surged, and another group of people rushed out. Li Yi had already vaguely guessed which side it was. As expected, it was Jian Fan's side.
"snort!"
Jian Fan and others finally rushed out, but when they saw Li Yi and others waiting outside, they couldn't help but snorted. Especially after seeing that no one from the Wushen Sect was harmed, their faces became even more gloomy.
On their side, a King of Seven Tribulations and more than a dozen saints fell in the White Mist Area. If it were not for the strange Taoism of the two men in black robes, they would have fallen even more.
Originally, they were prepared to watch the good show of the Wushen Sect. There were more than a thousand people from the Wushen Sect entering, and most of them were in the Hunyuan realm. Half of them must have perished, but they didn't expect that it backfired.
Not a single one fell.
"Boom boom boom!——"
Not to mention the reaction of Jian Fan and the others, groups of monks rushed out of the white mist one after another.
These forces were worse than Jian Fan and the others. Li Yi carefully observed that the woman in red lost two Seven Tribulation Kings, and the Fenghuo Continent lost three Seven Tribulation Kings. The other forces were similar to Fenghuo Continent.
, and among those casual cultivators, half of the kings fell, but none of the eight calamity kings fell. As for the fallen saints, Li Yi did not count them.
In this way, the strength of everyone in the white mist area was weakened by about one-third. It was really a dangerous situation.
Seeing this situation, no matter Li Yi, Jian Fan or other monks, they were not in the mood to think about anything else. They were all meditating silently to restore their mana as soon as possible.
"Ring ring ring!——"
Just when everyone was sitting cross-legged and meditating, a pleasant ringing sound came. The sound was faint, distant and near, almost distant, and extremely misty.
The environment where Li Yi and others were located also suddenly changed. It was obviously a yellow land, but suddenly it turned into a fairyland.
Pavilions, small bridges, flowing water, continuous willow trees, water birds playing in the water, and even the slightest hint of smoke make it look like a dream.
Between the pavilions and terraces, you can faintly see the graceful figures singing and dancing. The clear and ethereal singing is fascinating.
However, what is shocking is that there are so many monks present, but they seem to be unaware, and their minds are pulled into this dreamy paradise for no reason. As the singing rises and falls, traces of gray gas fall from the sky, and from among the seven orifices of many monks
Drill in.
If you observe carefully, you will find that there are countless hideous faces hidden in this gray gas, which is really creepy!