The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 117: The Remains of the Underworld
The bronze door is thick, several people tall, and covered with dense Taoist patterns. It is difficult to decipher what they are, but they must be related to the seal.

The veins are flowing with the spirit of the great way, in harmony with heaven and earth, and have a very strong historical atmosphere, as if someone had suppressed it here in ancient times.

The door was slowly pushed open from the middle, and the layer of rust on the surface turned into debris and scattered. The rotten black air that rushed out was instantly corroded away, and even the Dao rhyme in the veins became dim and silent.

It was originally a seal used by spiritual treasures to suppress evil spirits, but it couldn't even keep the ban, and was instead used by the weirdness inside to harm people.

If it is true as the master of the divine mind said, then the weirdness that was originally suppressed here has undoubtedly developed into a ghost disaster and become a scourge to the area.

The black air carries an extremely cold and strange aura, blowing towards you. Whatever is touched by it will turn into pus and be corroded by the strange aura.

It seemed as if it had been formed by resentment that had been accumulated for tens of millions of years. It was completely contrary to the breath of life and was spreading aggressively throughout the space.

The first to be attacked were the living people here, which scared Duan De so much that he was shocked. How come a door suddenly appeared with black gas coming out of it?

In the last second he was still looking at the spirit boat, thinking about how to get it, and in the next second he was suddenly haunted by something strange and had to use all his skills to deal with it.

"Fuck, there is something dirty in this ruins. It has a strong ghost smell."

Duan De shouted and took out various magical tools, all of which were treasures specifically used against ghosts. Most of them were given to him free of charge by the tomb owner during his archaeological process.

There were magic lamps, statues, and everything else, protecting him all around, releasing a layer of golden barrier that enveloped all the saints.

However, the ghost energy was surging, with endless attacks. The barrier didn't hold out for long before the holy light of the magic weapon dimmed. It was consumed too quickly, and before long it was eroded by the ghost energy and cracked, shattering like petrified wood.

"Deal with the ghost first, the thing inside is not a good one!"

Duan De gave an order, and more than a dozen Saint Kings began to form a battle array around him. The Saint with a mustache was worried about the Holy Son and Holy Daughter, so he returned to the spirit boat first.

The black gas rolled out, surging out all at once, becoming more and more, and becoming more and more weird. In an instant, it enveloped the entire alien space like thick smoke.

Some black fogs are so dark in color that even saints would change color. The level is so high that only corpse ghosts at least at the quasi-emperor level can be bred. Great saints regard it as an ominous sign and are unwilling to be contaminated by it.

At this moment, the formation formed by the Saint King was obviously unable to resist the erosion of the black air. It was like a small boat swaying in a storm, being washed by the ghost energy from all directions, and was on the verge of collapse. It was no match for the enemy at all.

"No, we can't keep wasting time like this. The ghost energy inside has been bred for countless tens of thousands of years. It is almost infinite. Sooner or later, we will be dragged to death!"

A Saint King said in horror as he compared his own lost holy power and the increasing amount of black energy.

What he said was true. Duan De and his group were now trapped in this place. If they could not break out of the impasse, they would sooner or later be invaded by the weirdness.

It is easy to enter this strange space, but it is difficult to get out. It takes several days of effort to break through this overlapping space covered by the relics left by the ancient Tianzun Jidao.

"Master, what should we do?"

Another Saint King asked.

Duan De gritted his teeth. He originally thought that he had found a place where the ancient Heavenly Venerable passed down his legacy, but he didn't expect that it was a Jedi that had long been occupied by something strange. There might be a quasi-emperor-level ghost king in it, so there was such a terrifying ghost aura.

Such a ghost is almost invincible and is definitely a prehistoric giant crocodile. Only the holy places and major sects outside can work together to eradicate it.

"Retreat first. We can't get this inheritance from the Heavenly Venerable today. Let's talk about it later. Let's get on that spirit boat first and use it to rush out!" Although the spirit boat in the distance was also wrapped in weirdness, the barrier light it emitted was still blazing, blocking all the ghost energy. It was much stronger than the situation here.

Duan De ran away quickly, and the Saint Kings behind him followed one after another, and forced their way into the spirit boat with him.

The Saint with the Mustache gave them a chance.

The situation was critical and they had to work together, but he was still a little wary and kept the control of the spirit boat firmly in his hands.

After getting on the boat, Duan De looked around and the more he looked, the more he admired his own vision. It was indeed a treasure that he had fallen in love with at first sight. The level was definitely not low and it was a rare good thing.

Unfortunately, there is a strong mark left by the monks on the bow under my feet, which is difficult to take away unless I spend time
Zhang Huan looked at him from the side room, and seeing Duan De looking at the bow with a sly look in his eyes, he immediately knew what Duan De was thinking.

Even at this critical moment, when he was trying to escape for his life, he couldn't resist his greedy habit of seeing treasure.

Zhang Huan transmitted a message of divine thought to the Saint with the mustache, and the Saint understood it immediately. He came forward and said that the spirit boat could not hold out for much longer, and if they delayed any longer, everyone would die.

Please Duan De, act quickly and stop hiding your abilities. Use whatever method you have. The most important thing is to escape now.

He will control the spirit boat to cooperate with Duan De, and after Master Duan De breaks through the alien space, he will lead everyone out with all his strength.

"I just glanced at your spirit boat a few more times. Is it necessary to guard it so tightly? Can I still snatch it from you?"

Duan De complained in his heart, what a cheap disciple this is.

As a matter of course, the one who suffered the most was him. Although he was the one who had to do the hard work, he was very unhappy with the feeling that doing the most work meant suffering the greatest loss.

This trip to the Tianzun ruins was a huge loss. Not only did he not get any benefits, but he also had to lose his trump card.

"Hey, damn Wuliang Tianzun, I owe you this."

Seeing that the black fog was getting thicker and thicker, Duan De didn't want to delay any longer. A trace of pain flashed across his eyes, and he solemnly took out a powerful weapon from the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

A small, withered and rotten tower, in tatters, with potholes of varying sizes on its surface, as if it had been smashed by someone, and the top part was missing.

It is a broken quasi-imperial weapon. The god is already dead, and only a part of the quasi-imperial power remains.

If it is forced to activate by someone, it can still burst out a few bursts of quasi-emperor power, but it will be useless after it is used up, and the power in the quasi-emperor weapon cannot be regenerated.

"The withered little tower is almost identical to the Quasi-Emperor Weapon from the Underworld that I once obtained."

Zhang Huan stared at it. Not only did it look like they were carved from the same mold, but even its aura was similar to another small tower that Zhang Huan had obtained.

This one has been broken into pieces. If it is restored, it will be indistinguishable from the other small tower both inside and outside.

The other small tower came from the underworld in later generations and was specially made to capture souls, and this one.
They both come from the underworld, so what is their function?

As a result, this quasi-imperial weapon, which is rare in the entire universe, was destroyed and fell into Duan De's hands.

(End of this chapter)