Chapter 6520 Miss Wu Yao, I’m sorry (second update)
Jiang Chenzi took a deep breath to calm down and stared at the body of the Blood God.
There were ancient runes flowing in his pupils, as if they belonged to the old times.
Mysterious and profound.
"Chang Mojun, your energy has been exhausted long ago, so why bother struggling?"
"The old times are in the past, they have dissipated, and not being attached is the right path."
Jiang Chenzi's voice was desolate, and he waved his old palm, and a gloomy and bloody light flew from the distance.
Ye Chen looked up and saw that the light came from a portal.
That door is the celestial burial door of the nine gates of the prehistoric era!
Even at this moment, the Gate of Sky Burial gave Ye Chen an extremely powerful sense of oppression.
The effect of this thing in Jiang Chenzi's hands is simply terrifying!
"The Gate of Sky Burial, bury it for me!"
Jiang Chenzi summoned the door to the celestial burial, shouted loudly, and the door to the celestial burial opened, revealing a world as bloody and ferocious as hell.
At this moment, Ye Chen next to him felt even more profoundly.
Fortunately, Ye Chen activated the Hongmeng Starry Sky in time and was not affected in any way.
"It seems that the Nine Sects of the Great Desolate Realm are indeed extraordinary."
"I don't know what the origins of the beings behind these nine gates are."
"Is it all related to the old times?"
"Or are the nine gates of the prehistoric era also a game of chess?"
Ye Chen shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He believed that he would definitely encounter the remaining doors in the future.
It is even possible to take charge of several of them.
Right now, the most critical thing is the safety of the Blood God.
No matter what, the Blood God is still very important to Ye Chen.
Wow!
The Blood God's body was filled with energy and blood, and a wisp of old dirty blood was sucked out. It twisted and transformed into a human form, which was none other than Chang Mojun.
A terrifying suction force erupted from the burial door that day, trying to pull Mr. Chang Mo in and bury and devour him completely.
Chang Mojun opened his eyes and felt the engulfment of the Heavenly Burial Gate. His breathing suddenly became suffocated. He stared at Jiang Chenzi and shouted: "Jiang Chenzi, why is it you! So you are not dead yet? What do you want to do?
Do you dare to devour me?"
Back then, Jiang Chenzi was lurking in the center of the earth under the orders of the Lord of the Past. Chang Mojun only thought that he had died long ago and did not expect to meet him here.
"Haha, Mr. Chang Mo, accept your fate!"
Jiang Chenzi didn't waste any time. He filled the air with spiritual energy and activated the celestial burial door. The door erupted with even more terrifying pulling power, constantly dragging Chang Mojun's body over.
"Thorn Blood Sword, kill!"
Lord Chang Mo's eyes were cracked, but he was not willing to perish. He used the Thorns and Blood Sword to kill Jiang Chenzi.
Jiang Chenzi was not panicked and still pushed the door to the sky burial. He had no intention of defending because Ye Chen was standing next to him.
"Babu Futu Qi!"
Ye Chen waved his palm, and a pagoda emerged from his palm, and it fell hard. The golden light exploded, completely wiping out Lord Chang Mo's thorn and blood sword.
Chang Mojun screamed "Ah" with a look of pain on his face.
Jiang Chenzi took this opportunity to activate the celestial burial door and pulled him in. He was about to close the door and bury him completely.
But Mr. Chang Mo had a fierce will. He still didn't want to die at this moment. He stretched out his arms to prevent the door from closing.
"Jiang Chenzi, you can't kill me! I am the headmaster of Tianwu Xianmen and the holder of the Crown of Thorns. No one in the world can kill me!"
Chang Mojun looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes bursting with blood, struggling desperately and refusing to let the door close.
He knew very well that once the door to the sky burial was closed, he would be completely thrown into the hell, his body and soul would be destroyed, and there would be no hope of survival.
Under Chang Mojun's desperate resistance, Jiang Chenzi's face turned slightly black and his breathing was a little scattered, but he still maintained the seal and kept the Heavenly Burial Gate operating to prevent Chang Mojun from getting out.
The two reached a stalemate.
Jiang Chenzi wanted to close the door to the sky burial and kill Lord Chang Mo, but Lord Chang Mo resisted desperately at the critical moment of his life and death.
Seeing this, Ye Chen took a step forward and asked, "Senior, what if I help?"
Jiang Chenzi said: "No, if outsiders interfere, they may disturb my aura. I said it will take three days, just continue to protect me."
Ye Chen said: "Yes!"
Jiang Chenzi took a deep breath and continued to operate the celestial burial door. He estimated that Lord Chang Mo could be completely buried in three days.
Chang Mojun knew that it was difficult to escape, so he cursed loudly, but he had no choice but to pray for a miracle to happen.
Ye Chen stood by Jiang Chenzi's side, guarding him silently.
After two days of this, Ye Chen suddenly felt that there was a dangerous aura approaching.
"Is something really big going to happen?"
Ye Chen's heart trembled, thinking of Jiang Chenzi's words, things might change in the next three days, and something big might happen.
But now, even Ye Chen has caught the dangerous aura, and it seems that a huge disaster is coming.
Ye Chen glanced at Jiang Chenzi. Jiang Chenzi's breath was declining. He was barely maintaining the operation of the Sky Burial Gate and had no reaction to the changes in the outside world.
After Chang Mojun struggled for two days, he was almost at the end of his rope and no longer had the strength to curse.
In the past two days, Ling'er also fell into a deep sleep. The virtual monument absorbed the faith energy of the Old Lord and transformed completely. Now Ling'er needs time to digest it.
Another day passed like this, and finally, Mr. Chang Mo lost all his strength, his arms relaxed, and the door of the funeral closed with a rumble.