Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Roar!--"

Although they repelled the sneak attack of the Tomahawk Adventure Group, the skeleton guards of the Fallen Corridor had quickly surrounded them.

The danger is far from over!

The series of beast-like roars were even more creepy.

"Let's kill it!"

Following Ling Feng's order, the members of the Dream-Eating Adventure Group quickly formed a battle formation.

The iron coffin on Yinshan's back made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the next moment, a three-meter-tall ancient corpse broke out of the coffin, its body covered in purple-black scales, glowing eerie light in the dim light.

"Roar--!"

In an instant, the ancient corpse's chest opened into a bloody mouth, spewing out dark green poisonous mist.

The moment the skeleton guard was touched by the poisonous fog, the will-o'-the-wisp in his eye sockets suddenly went out, and his skeleton collapsed to the ground like mud.

At the same time, Ah Cai took the opportunity to throw out his eyeball chain, and twelve pupils simultaneously shot out black and red lightning, blasting the skeleton soldiers within thirty feet in front into pieces.

"Shura Blood Net!"

With a fierce roar from the Blood Blade, twelve flying blades intertwined around his body to form a dragnet, quickly strangling a large number of the skeleton guards in front of him.

This guy was working particularly hard at this moment. It was obvious that he was frightened after learning Ling Feng's true identity.

At this moment, he naturally wanted to restore some impression in front of Ling Feng.

His strength was indeed not bad, but the skeleton guards were endless. After he eliminated one batch, another batch rushed up.

If you want to pass through the corridor, it seems that you must face endless life-and-death battles.

"Keep the formation! Keep charging! We can't waste too much time in this corridor."

Ling Feng gathered the dark flames of the underworld on his fingertips and shattered the three skeletons that attacked him. "Wang Dabao, protect the right wing!"

"okay!"

Huang Shaotian swept the Nine Deaths Divine Sword across, and the golden light was like a crescent moon, cutting off the five bone spears.

The moment the sword touched the ground, it suddenly changed its move and thrust upward, knocking a spider-like skeleton hidden in the soil away. "He can even dig holes!"

Before he could finish his words, the ground suddenly collapsed.

A huge abyss opened up under Blood Blade's feet, and countless bone claws grabbed his ankles and dragged him down.

"Captain, save me!"

He looked at Jiang Mengyue in horror, and at the same time, he sent out four flying knives, each of which was shot at the rocks next to him. Looking closely, he could see that the ends of the flying knives were connected to thin filaments as thin as cicada wings.

If you can successfully penetrate the boulder, you can use the rock as a force point to drag yourself out.

However, Jiang Mengyue swung the dagger backhand and directly knocked down all four flying knives of Blood Blade.

"Captain, what are you doing?!"

Xue Ren stared at Jiang Mengyue in disbelief. It would have been fine if this woman didn't save him, but she actually took advantage of his misfortune.

"What? Don't you know what's going on?"

Jiang Mengyue's eyes turned cold. "Do you really think I don't know what you and Tomahawk are doing? If you hadn't tipped us off, how could Goron have found us in the first place? Blood Blade, you disappoint me so much."

"No... absolutely not!"

Xue Ren was so frightened that he tried to make excuses, but the skeleton guards would not give him a chance.

"laugh!"

The scarlet bone spur pierced through Blood Blade's chest. He stared with disbelief, watching his heart being torn into pieces. He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood, "Bitch, you will not die well—"

Before he could finish his words, he was dragged into endless darkness.

Ling Feng saw everything and gained a new understanding of this woman's ruthlessness and decisiveness.

"Your Majesty."

Jiang Mengyue's right eye was filled with black mist, and the crystal dagger was spinning in her palm. "I'm sorry that I dealt with the traitor without informing you first."

"It doesn't matter."

Ling Feng shook his head slightly. It would be better if Blood Blade died, so that he would not be stabbed in the back when they were trying to seize the treasure.

"Here we go again! Everyone be careful!"

Huang Shaotian stared ahead, tightly gripping the Nine-Death Sword.

Before he finished speaking, dozens of mounds of earth appeared on the ground again.

Unlike the previous group of guards, this group of skeleton soldiers had dark red will-o'-the-wisp flickering in their empty eye sockets, and ancient emblems still remained on their rotten armor.

"Get out of my way!"

Huang Shaotian's Nine Deaths Divine Sword swept across again, and the golden sword light swept across.

The three skeletons shattered, but the fragments automatically reassembled after falling to the ground, and the attack became even more fierce!
"Physical attacks are ineffective!"

Geralt screamed and retreated. His electromagnetic rifle hit the skeleton armor but did not even leave a scratch.

The yin-yang fish floated in Ling Feng's eyes, and he instantly opened the Eye of the Son of Heaven and saw the key: "Attack the white light spots on their chests! Go!"

In an instant, Qianji Shura responded!

108 blades split into hundreds of afterimages in the air, accurately piercing into the chest cavity of each skeleton.

With a crisp sound like breaking glass, the white spots of light were shattered by the blade and the skeleton guards were scattered all over the ground.

"Awesome!"

Huang Shaotian gave Ling Feng a thumbs up. It had only been a few days, and this guy Ling Feng had not only refined the Thousand Machine Shura, but was also able to unleash such terrifying power.

Damn it, when you compare yourself to others, you’re not really human!
At the same time, Jiang Mengyue's figure flashed and the dagger in her hand drew a graceful arc.

Black mist poured out from her fingertips and transformed into dozens of poisonous snakes to entangle the fish that had escaped the net.

These nightmare creatures gnawed at the skull joints frantically and quickly cleared a path.

The group fought and advanced, and after about half a day, they finally reached the heart of the corridor.

"My Lord, according to the map, we are almost out of the Fallen Corridor!"

Jiang Mengyue turned around and looked at Ling Feng and said in a deep voice.

"Ah."

Ling Feng nodded slightly and looked around.

The fog here was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve. The visibility was less than ten meters. Even his infinite vision was greatly restricted.

The further they went, the more huge tooth marks and sword pits appeared on the ground, as well as the mutilated corpses of the recently dead. It was obvious that these people must have died in the mouth of some giant monster.

Maybe it's a mutant Oblivion Beast, or maybe it's something else...

"Watch your step! It's coming!"

Ah Cai suddenly warned, and all the eyeballs on her wrists turned to the ground, with dark red liquid flowing in her pupils.

Almost at the same time, hot magma gushed out from the cracks in the ground!

Yinshan's reaction was a little slow, and the ancient corpse's left leg instantly melted into charcoal.

"hateful!"

Seeing his corpse puppet injured, the giant man was immediately furious and slammed the iron coffin to the ground: "Come out here!"

Rumble!
Suddenly, bursts of roars were heard from deep underground.

"Everyone disperse!"

Ling Feng shouted loudly, and all the members of the Dream-Eating Adventure Group immediately scattered.

Immediately afterwards, a giant magma python with a diameter of more than five meters broke out of the ground. Its body was made of obsidian and lava. It had a pair of big scarlet lantern eyes that stared at everyone present. The next moment, hot magma began to flow all over its body!

When the magma fell to the ground, it immediately turned into small lava snakes that quickly approached the crowd.

Jiang Mengyue's eyelids jumped and she exclaimed, "This is the creation of the Lord of Purgatory, everyone be careful!"

However, before he could finish his words, the giant python opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of blazing white fire. The two Dream Eaters were unable to dodge and were vaporized instantly.

"Oh shit!"

Huang Shaotian's Nine Deaths Divine Sword swiftly chopped down the python, splashing countless sparks, but not even leaving a white mark.

"I come!"

Ling Feng's eyes flashed with coldness.

The power of the nightmare priesthood was injected into Qianji Shura, and the 108 blades lit up with dark purple lines at the same time.

He clasped his hands together, and the sword array formed ancient runes in the air. It was one of the nightmare powers he got from the first monarch, the "Phantom Nightmare Prison Array"!
"cut!"

The sword array fell to the ground like a meteor, accurately hitting the giant python's seven inches.

Click!

The lava body broke apart, the lava python let out a deafening roar, and then its huge body cracked inch by inch.

"call……"

Ling Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, stretched out his hand, and sucked a dark red fire bead out of the corpse of the magma python. "It seems that this thing is the core of this giant snake."

Ling Feng took a look at the core, which contained extremely domineering and fierce fire power. It was indeed worthy of being created by the Lord of Purgatory.

Fortunately, I used the power of nightmare to kill the monster instantly, otherwise it would have to use all its strength and I would have lost most of my members and spent a lot of effort to defeat it.

Ling Feng put the fire bead into his pocket. He could use it to refine and feed it to Swallow the Flame. Or, if he encountered any tough troubles on this trip, he could throw it out and detonate it directly. It could also be a powerful weapon.

……

About another hour passed.

After the group passed through the last twisting corridor, the view in front of them suddenly opened up.

The gray-brown wasteland was endless, and the ground was littered with all kinds of giant weapons, including bone swords that were hundreds of meters long, battle axes that were as big as mountains, and countless strange weapons that Ling Feng couldn't even name.

"Is this the God's Wasteland..."

Huang Shaotian gasped, "It's fucking spectacular!"

"The God's Corpse Wasteland is the place where the gods of the old times fought against the gods of the Hesitation Street. These corpses and weapons are all relics of the gods of the old times."

Jiang Mengyue explained in a gentle voice: "But everyone, don't try to take anything from here. You will die!"

After hearing this, Huang Shaotian angrily retracted his hand that was reaching for a huge sword.

"keep going!"

Black mist surged in Jiang Mengyue's right eye as she led everyone across the wilderness.

The ancient corpse controlled by Yinshan led the way in front. Not long after, blood-colored rain began to fill the air.

"Something's wrong."

Ah Cai suddenly stopped, the eyeball chain on his wrist trembling wildly, "This rain is consuming life force!"

Ling Feng looked down and saw a layer of rust on the surface of the golden holy robe.

The other members were even worse off. The places on the backs of their hands that were stained by the blood rain had already begun to fester.

"It's God's Blood Rain!"

Jiang Mengyue's face suddenly changed, "The resentment of the old gods when they fell is condensed. Quickly activate the protective barrier of the battle suit!"

However, at this moment, the entire wasteland suddenly shook, and the debris of weapons scattered around began to glow faintly, and countless translucent figures emerged in the air, which were the afterimages of the battles between the gods in the past!
Ling Feng's eyes focused, and he felt that the power of the priesthood in his body was gathering on its own.

"Everyone, don't look at those shadows!"

Jiang Mengyue hurriedly lowered her head and shouted to the people behind her: "You will be dragged into the fantasy world of divine war!"

However, the warning came too late.

Jeff, who was in charge of driving the chariot, had already stared into the eyes of a swordsman's afterimage. His pupils instantly dilated, and his body took a fighting stance like a puppet, and then...

He actually committed suicide!

"Damn it!"

Geralt lowered his head quickly, but was still pierced through the shoulder by an illusory arrow shadow. His right arm was immediately petrified and the damage spread very quickly.

Jiang Mengyue decisively cut off his arm. Geralt screamed, but his life was saved.

Huang Shaotian lowered his head quickly, not daring to take any risks, but he discovered that Ling Feng, standing next to him, was actually standing upright, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, not staring directly at the afterimages of the divine war above the sky.

"Fuck, tiger!"

Huang Shaotian pushed Ling Feng, but found that Ling Feng had no reaction at all.

"Don't scare me!"

Huang Shaotian's eyes widened. He had gone through mountains of swords and seas of fire, wind and blood. Could this guy actually fall here?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Mengyue was obviously a little panicked and called out in surprise.

However, Ling Feng only vaguely heard someone calling him, but the voice gradually became weaker and weaker.

The world before my eyes suddenly turned upside down.

The waning moon hanging high in the sky turned into a bleeding eyeball, and the bones on the ground were pieced together to form a huge throne, with a shadow covered in stars sitting on it. Ling Feng felt a splitting headache, and the wailing of thousands of gods exploded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, the skeleton throne quickly rose from the ground, and under the throne was a mountain of swords made up of countless divine weapons!
Ling Feng's heart trembled, he turned his head to look around, but everyone had disappeared.

Ling Feng tried calling a few times, but no one answered.

"Come!……"

"Come here! ..."

A strange whisper sounded in his ears. Ling Feng stopped under the mountain of knives. The great killing technique in his body was resonating wildly!
Following the sense, I saw a pitch-black spear inserted diagonally on the top of the knife mountain, with a blood-red chain wrapped around the spear. At the end of the chain...

Tied to a still beating heart!

"what is that?"

Ling Feng walked towards the spear as if possessed by a ghost.

With every step closer, the screams of millions of people rang in my ears.

Just like this, it seemed like ten thousand years had passed, and yet it seemed like just a moment.

The moment he grasped the gun, countless images of killing flooded into his mind.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, shattered galaxies, fallen gods...

The most shocking scene is the last one: the nine monarchs of the Hesitation Street actually besieged a dark golden figure at the same time, but three of them were pierced through by a single shot from the opponent!
The owner of this gun is so strong!
Ling Feng widened his eyes. The nine monarchs, how terrifying were they?

And this person can actually fight against nine people alone?

Although he was most likely killed in the battle, Ling Feng still admired him from the bottom of his heart for his strength.

"Ah! It's him! It's that man! It's that man!——"

"Damn it, how could it be him!"

From the depths of the spiritual sea, there came the trembling sounds of the Seven Evil Gods, almost screaming.

Just by gently stroking the black spear, the Seven Evil Gods were suppressed.

What kind of existence is it that can fight against the nine monarchs and scare the seven evil gods into trembling with fear?
"This gun is called God-killer!"

That whisper sounded again, "If you can bear my will and climb the mountain of swords, you can learn my spearmanship!"

The next moment, countless afterimages evolved in the sky.

Not long after, the God-killing Spear suddenly turned into a stream of light and sank into Ling Feng's brow.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that the Great Killing Technique instantly broke through the bottleneck and was directly promoted to the killing level!
……

When Ling Feng opened his eyes again, the divine blood rain had stopped.

I saw everyone lying on the ground in a mess, looking extremely weak.

Only Jiang Mengyue was still able to stand, but blood was flowing from all seven orifices and she looked extremely miserable.

"Your Majesty!"

She turned to look at Ling Feng, and immediately showed a look of surprise, "You finally woke up!"

Logically speaking, anyone who was caught up in the illusion of the war between gods would surely die.

But after all, he is the incarnation of the Nightmare Monarch and possesses the Nightmare priesthood, which means he still has a glimmer of hope.

Everyone could only wait here, and by this time, their battle suits had already been worn out.

Fortunately, the divine blood rain finally stopped, otherwise, they would probably have been wiped out here.

"Sorry everyone, I kept you waiting for so long."

Ling Feng raised his hand and a powerful breath of life burst out from his body and was injected into everyone's bodies.

The next moment, everyone's strength recovered quickly and they stood up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The members of the Dream-Eating Adventure Group looked at Ling Feng in surprise. They thought they would be abandoned, but they didn't expect that the monarch would actually expend his own strength to recover for them.

Ling Feng shook his head slightly, then took a step forward.

He raised his hand and clenched it. A wisp of scarlet murderous aura condensed into a long spear in his palm. The spear was wrapped with an incomparably domineering and sharp murderous aura, which made people feel terrified.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng swept the spear in his hand, and a hill a hundred meters away exploded with a loud bang, and the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror.

It seems that everything I just "saw" was not an illusion.

"Thank you, senior!"

Ling Feng murmured to himself, dissipating the murderous aura in his palm, and the spear also automatically disappeared.

Obviously, the god-killing gun and the heart that he had seen before should be real.

And what he got in the illusion of the war of gods should be a mark.

The God-killing Gun?

If I have the chance, maybe I can really get this treasure. (End of this chapter)