Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters confrontation with Yan Jun
In the world of death, the wind is howling, blood seeps out from the cracks in the floor, red lanterns sway, countless skeletons wear black robes, and the fire of the soul flickers on and off.
Countless lives gathered together, and the battle was still ongoing. The victor roared wildly, took off his black robe and rushed into the blood pool. The meridians wrapped around the bones of his body, and blood and flesh grew out of them.
The memory tells Gu Que that this blood pool is called the Metamorphosis Pool. It can accumulate the purest death energy in the dead world and evolve it into life. Once a year, the skeletons that enter it can reshape their bodies.
That’s why this festival is called “Easter”. All the strong and victorious people will be reshaped into their bodies and will have a very bright future.
This is the only way for these skeletons to stand out. Otherwise, they must at least become gods to condense their bodies.
But this is really difficult. There is almost no energy in this world other than death energy.
Of course, there is another hope, which is to devour.
But in the city, this is obviously not allowed.
There was no news about the "Book of Life and Death" in the memory of this guard. It seemed that he had to take root temporarily and then slowly understand the situation.
But at this moment, the guard presiding over the competition suddenly sent out violent soul fluctuations, and the skeletons around him quickly retreated. The water in the blood pool in the central giant coffin suddenly boiled, and huge waves up to a hundred feet high came out.
An evil aura spread in all directions, and all the skeletons in the four directions knelt down, lowered their heads and murmured something.
Gu Que didn't understand the ancient spell at all. He slowly squatted down and looked ahead. He saw the giant coffin trembling, as if there was an indescribable pressure coming down on him.
At the same time, at the top of the dark sky, beside the blood moon, several extremely beautiful women suddenly appeared, wearing white clothes and pale faces, carrying a large octagonal sedan.
These women all have smiles on their faces, but there is something indescribably weird about them, like painted skin, foresty and cold, making people feel creepy.
The octagonal sedan was covered with blood-red cloth strips and inlaid with skulls, exuding an aura of violence that was even more frightening.
"Rakshasa!"
"The Rakshasa girl is here!"
Shouts were heard one after another, and the people kneeling around them were trembling, because a terrifying coercion had been born in the sedan, sweeping towards them in all directions.
"Rakshasa King, what do you mean by coming to our Yama City at this moment?"
A hoarse voice suddenly came out, and an old man wearing a white robe suddenly flew from the city, hanging steadily on the top of the void, glaring in front of him, a sound of death aura surged like a tide, his eyes were like arrows.
Gu Que frowned, the Rakshasa race is a relatively advanced existence in the world of death. Although they are rare in number, their strength is extremely powerful.
Especially female Rakshasa, while their strength is much higher than that of male Rakshasa, their appearance is also incomparably superior. Male Rakshasa is the extreme of ugliness, while female Rakshasa is the extreme of beauty, and the stronger the strength, the greater the gap.
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Since the Rakshasa girls in the sky have bodies, it means they have reached the level of gods, but they are only used to carry sedan chairs.
So, what is the strength of that Rakshasa King?
"Ha! Today is a day that King Yama respects. Of course I will come to join in the fun and witness the occurrence of this miracle."
The voice in the sedan was hoarse and indifferent, but full of majesty, with a kind of soul-suppressing power that made the prostrate skeletons around him dare not move.
Gu Que's heart suddenly sank, and he naturally felt this pressure. He was almost certain that this so-called Rakshasa King was already in the realm of Dao-killing. He was stronger than Xuanyuan Mingzong, at least to the point of being a moral true person.
This world is indeed extraordinary. A master in the Dao-Slaying Realm appears just like this?
The old man in white clothes in the sky said solemnly: "Thank you Rakshasa King for your kindness, but His Majesty Yama, King of Yama, should not be disturbed at this moment. Please also ask Rakshasa King to withdraw from the city temporarily."
"Hmph, when will it be your turn to restrain me?"
The Rakshasa King snorted coldly, and a turbulent force of air surged out from the sedan chair, instantly disturbing the surrounding death energy. The old man in white shuddered suddenly, and couldn't help but step back a hundred feet, his chest heaved, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of blood.
squirt.
Then, from the octagonal skeleton sedan, a figure wearing a red blood robe walked out proudly, his whole body burning with torrential flames, his green eyes looking down at the four directions, and his every move and gesture carried the aura of a superior.
Of course he was made of flesh and blood, but his appearance was too ugly, with white fangs, a huge nose, eyes shining with decaying green light, and two pitch black horns on his head.
With unparalleled power and powerful thunder, he said in a deep voice: "King Yama has fallen for thousands of years, sucked the essence of the blood moon, helped ordinary skeletons reshape their bodies, and added endless creations, and finally reached the edge of recovery.
.However, in my realm of death, there are ten kings of hell, King Guang of Qin, King Chujiang, King Song, King Wuguan, King Yama, King Biancheng, King Taishan, King of City, King of Equality, King of Wheels, all of them have infinite fortunes and great power.
Overwhelming pressure.
"It took a lot of effort for King Yama to die before it was my turn to take the throne. It has only been so long. Will I, the Rakshasa, fall down again? Haha!"
At the end of the sentence, his whole body's momentum was surging to the extreme, and he said sternly every word: "Absolutely impossible!"
After the words fell, the death energy surged all over his body, turning into endless rules and spreading into the void. The void was shattered, collapsed and collapsed, and the unparalleled power directly transformed into a bloody hand with a width of ten thousand feet, directly covering the downwards.
"Rakshasa, you are blatantly violating the rules of the Lord! You will be destroyed both physically and spiritually!"
The old man in white roared loudly, burning his soul flame, and rushed upward at high speed, using his life to resist this awe-inspiring palm.
However, although his strength was good, he still couldn't compete with the Dao-Zhan realm. The energy exploded in the air, and his bloody hands cracked, still coming downwards.
Gu Que narrowed his eyes, and at this moment, another cold snort sounded: "Protect King Yama!"
Her voice was hoarse and hoarse, but a woman appeared out of thin air and raised her palm against the sky. The waves of blood continued to flow, and the evil energy swept across like a cover, completely blocking the bloody hand.
The woman's body also exploded directly and disappeared between heaven and earth. Soon, she recovered her body again, paralyzed on the ground and gasping for breath, without any fighting ability.
"Not bad! I didn't expect that there is such a woman with such superb martial arts skills in Yama City."
He sneered, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that she's not enough yet, so she can't stop my Rakshasa from killing people."
"What about me?"
A chuckle suddenly spread across the earth, with a strong sense of confidence and ridicule, and at the end of the world, the wheels of the carriage rolled into the void, making a roaring sound.
Six bone dragons pulled a magic car at a high speed. Standing on the car was a thin figure. This man was only three feet tall. He looked like a five or six-year-old child, with tender skin.
His aura didn't show even a trace, and he looked ordinary, but it made the Rakshasa King change his face.
"King of Five Senses? You want to stop me?"
As he spoke, he walked towards the King of Five Senses step by step, as if he was going to take action in the next second.
The king of five sense organs smiled lowly and said: "Rakshasa, this is not a place for you to run wild. The Rakshasa domain is so big, why don't you just stay well? King Yama, as the head of the ten palaces of Yama, is so easy for you to kill.
?I advise you to give up your position honestly, maybe you can still survive."
King Rakshasa said word for word: "Why should I give something that I have worked so hard for to a person who has not yet been resurrected?"
"This thing doesn't belong to you."
"Whether it belongs to me or not, it's not up to you, a dwarf, to tell the world."
Hearing the word "dwarf", the face of the King of Five Senses instantly turned ferocious, and he roared: "Rakshasa, if I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm afraid you really think of yourself as the master of the palace!"
He screamed, and suddenly a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood surged out from behind. The skulls were stained with rotten flesh, roaring from the soul, and rushed directly towards this man in a dense mass.
The Rakshasa King roared and crushed it. Just as he was about to take action, a huge sound spread across the sky. In the huge coffin, endless waves of blood rose high and condensed in the air, turning into a blood-colored statue that was hundreds of feet high.
Shadow.
"Huh? So fast?"
The King of Five senses looked up at the sky and saw that the blood moon had risen to the sky, spurting out crimson blood.
"Suffer it!"
The Rakshasa King's heart trembled violently, and he immediately gave up the counterattack, and instead slapped the blood wave with a mighty palm.
The vast power of the palm caused the void to ceaselessly annihilate, but this surging blood wave exuded rules, swallowing up all the power of this palm.
The face of the King of Five Senses looked better now, and he said with a smile: "Rakshasa, you have failed. No one can stop King Yama from reviving at this moment."
"I don't believe it!"
The Rakshasa King kept roaring and kept attacking the blood wave. The blood wave seemed to have been immersed in a rule and was now almost indestructible.
But Gu Que didn't pay attention to the struggle for supremacy in the void, and instead focused on the woman whose body exploded just now.
This woman's body is extremely slender, and even a little deformed from the perspective of ordinary people. Gu Que can be sure that he has never seen this woman, and it is impossible for him to have seen anyone from the world of death.
But... I don't know why, this woman always feels familiar to people.
This feeling does not come from objective judgment, but from an imprint of the soul.
It seems that I have had this feeling before.
He walked up slowly, but before he got closer, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and stopped immediately.
This woman who seems to have no fighting ability seems to contain a majestic power in her body. She clearly has a lot of reservations!
This person is not that simple!
The corners of Gu Que's mouth couldn't help but curl up, but the woman suddenly turned around, her sharp gaze almost piercing Gu Que.
Damn, did you notice anything?
Gu Que hurriedly bowed and pretended to be normal, but a cold figure had already arrived: "Now that we are here, our appearance has changed, and we still can't change this sly look. It's really difficult not to recognize you."
"Holy shit!"
Gu Que was startled and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "Han Qiu!" (To be continued)