The fourth thousand five hundred and sixty first chapters are boundless
The strange mountain of skulls suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a blast of scarlet wind.
This crimson wind turned into a scarlet wind dragon, and swept towards Zhuo Wen with unparalleled momentum, completely entangling Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and slashed out the Taiyou Holy Sword. Endless black sword light exploded, tearing the scarlet wind dragon into pieces.
Bang bang bang! The moment Zhuo Wen tore the scarlet wind dragon apart, there was a terrifying sound of huge footsteps behind him.
The invisible things in the city were stepping forward, leaving huge footprints on the ground, and were quickly spreading towards Zhuo Wen.
The terrifying sound of breaking through the air quickly struck Zhuo Wen’s back.
Zhuo Wen had to turn around, and the Taiyou Holy Sword slashed out horizontally, colliding with the invisible sound of breaking through the air.
The powerful force exploded, Zhuo Wen groaned, and couldn't help but fly away, away from the manhole cover.
And that invisible thing, taking advantage of the victory, came quickly, with huge footprints constantly appearing on the ground, spreading towards Zhuo Wen.
"Live and die!"
Zhuo Wen's face was gloomy, his sword power changed, and he displayed his strongest magical power.
As if rising in the morning and setting in the evening, a sword light swept across the sky and collided with the invisible thing.
I saw that the invisible thing that was rushing towards me at a fast speed could not help but stop, and then retreated towards the rear at the same speed.
Zhuo Wen took a step forward, and the sword power rose again. A more violent sword light came from the air and hit the invisible thing, forcing the latter to continue to retreat.
The surrounding bloody handprints and bloody footprints were densely gathered here, but Zhuo Wen was not afraid at all, and the divine sword intention from the center of his eyebrows was continuously drawn out.
In his demonic state, his strength increased so much that he was much stronger than before.
After forcing back the huge invisible thing, the mountain of skulls rolled towards me at an extremely fast speed.
The volume of this skull mountain is so huge that Zhuo Wen is like an insignificant ant in front of it.
Zhuo Wen did not retreat but advanced, the aura of the peak of the universe's Dharma suddenly burst out, and each of the nine Dharma's of the universe emerged.
Nine huge cosmic images blocked the rapidly rolling mountain of heads.
Zhuo Wen turned around and quickly headed towards the manhole cover.
Along the way, all the bloody handprints and bloody footprints were destroyed by his divine soul sword intent.
Bang bang bang! That huge invisible thing rushed towards Zhuo Wen again.
Zhuo Wen was on guard for a long time. He waved his right sleeve in the air, and arrays of arrays swept out.
Arrays as dense as the abyss swept out one after another, lying in front of Zhuo Wen, colliding with the huge invisible thing and blocking it.
Zhuo Wen took advantage of this gap, opened the manhole cover, and stepped into the secret passage hidden inside.
The moment Zhuo Wen entered the secret passage, the huge invisible thing had torn apart all the formation patterns and arrived at the entrance of the secret passage in the manhole cover.
But this invisible thing obviously had some taboos and did not dare to follow it into the secret passage. It just lingered at the entrance and made a heart-shaking roar.
In the secret passage, Zhuo Wen saw that the things outside did not chase them in, so he understood that this secret passage had certain restrictions on them.
After he felt relieved, he began to follow the secret passage and keep going deeper.
For some reason, the moment he entered the secret passage, he felt like he was being watched.
This feeling made him a little uncomfortable.
And as he continued to go deeper, the feeling of being spied on became stronger.
The secret passage was not very deep. In about half an hour, Zhuo Wen had reached the end of the secret passage.
When he walked out of the dark passage, what appeared in front of him was a gray sea.
This gray sea stretches as far as the eye can see, almost blending in with the gray fog in the air, and the entire space is filled with gray tones.
"This is……"
Zhuo Wen was in the middle of a cliff. Below him was the endless gray ocean, and there was nothing else.
He saw countless creatures struggling in the gray sea.
A steady stream of wailing sounds resounded throughout the entire space.
Pain, madness, ferocity and other negative emotions filled the entire space.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no shore to turn back to!"
Suddenly, an old voice came from directly below Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked down and found a awning boat parked just below the cliff.
A dim oil lamp hung on the bow of the boat, and there stood a rickety old man.
The old man was wearing a shabby bamboo hat and an inconspicuous raincoat, and he was holding a bamboo pole with both hands.
Many drowning creatures around the awning boat were wailing in pain and swimming towards the awning boat.
What is pitiful is that these creatures drowning in the sea of misery were beaten away by the old man with a bamboo pole as soon as they approached the awning boat.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Is this the sea of suffering?"
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no shore to turn back to!"
The rickety old man lowered his head and did not look at Zhuo Wen. He just focused on holding the bamboo pole and slapping the surrounding creatures approaching the awning boat, muttering to himself.
Zhuo Wen frowned more and more. He was already sure that this was the real sea of suffering. Perhaps the real ruins should be in this space!
"This sea of suffering is not a kind place. If you enter it rashly, you may be trapped in the sea of suffering like these creatures and never come out!"
Zhuo Wen carefully observed the drowning creatures in the sea of suffering.
There are many monks with powerful auras among them, but these monks seem to have completely lost their divine power and cannot escape from the sea of suffering.
Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the awning boat directly below.
He knew that the drowning creatures in the sea of suffering were so desperate to enter this awning boat. Obviously, this awning boat was the only tool that could travel through the sea of suffering.
If he wants to cross the sea of suffering, reach the other shore and see what is on the other shore, he must take this awning boat.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen took a step forward, jumped from the cliff, and jumped into the awning boat below.
The rickety old man was still bent over, with his head lowered, holding a bamboo pole to drive away the drowning creatures around him, but turned a blind eye to Zhuo Wen.
"Take me to the other side!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
The rickety old man seemed to have noticed Zhuo Wen and raised his head slightly.
Only then did Zhuo Wen finally see the old man's face, and his pupils shrank slightly.
I saw that the old man's face was completely rotten, and there were various maggots crawling in his empty eyes with blood and flesh, which looked very penetrating.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no shore to turn back to! The other shore, where is the other shore!"
The old man let out a jeering laugh, which was frightening and creepy.
"On the other side of this cliff!"
Zhuo Wen looked calm, pointed at the gray sea opposite, and said calmly.
The old man stopped, raised his head again, looked deeply at Zhuo Wen, and said with a smile: "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Zhuo Wen said lightly.
"I can send guests there, but they need to pay for it!" the old man said with a smile.
"What do you want?" Zhuo Wen asked.
"Your soul!" The old man said with greedy light deep in his eyes.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, this old man was a little greedy.