Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

Chapter 455

Suddenly, a thick blood-red cloud surged up from the horizon. The cloud rolled like a boiling sea of ​​blood and surged towards where everyone was.

The Blood Demon Sect's True Lord Huashen stepped on a blood cloud and slowly appeared. He was wearing a blood-red battle armor, which was engraved with various ancient and evil runes. The runes flashed with strange light, as if telling of endless killing.

His face was covered by a blood-red mask, revealing only a pair of eyes emitting a cold red light. His gaze was like a physical blade, scanning the people present.

When the Blood Demon Sect saw the appearance of True Lord Huashen, their originally flagging morale instantly rose. Hope rekindled in their eyes, and they shouted in unison:
"Greetings to the True Lord Huashen!"

The voice was full of awe and enthusiasm.

The faces of the people in Xuanqing Sect changed drastically. The lips of the Sect Leader trembled slightly, and he thought to himself:
"Why did the Blood Demon Sect's True Lord Huashen suddenly appear? This makes the situation even more complicated and unpredictable."

The elders also looked horrified and took a few steps back unconsciously.

Fu Shaoping frowned, he knew very well that the appearance of Zhenjun Huashen would bring huge changes to his plan. He clenched the Netherworld Ghost Banner even tighter, and the ghost was restless inside the banner.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the Blood Evil Sect's True Lord Huashen, a melodious celestial music sounded from the sky.

I saw a clear light passing across the sky, and in the clear light, the True Lord Huashen of Xuanqing Sect was flying slowly towards me on a fairy sword that was emitting a warm light.

He was wearing a Taoist robe as white as snow, which fluttered in the wind. It was embroidered with exquisite cranes and magical herbs, as if he was an immortal who had descended from the fairyland to the mortal world. He had a handsome face, and his eyes were filled with an otherworldly indifference, but within this indifference was hidden an unquestionable majesty.

When the disciples of Xuanqing Sect saw their own True Lord Huashen appear, they all knelt down and saluted, their faces full of reverence and pride.

"Welcome to the True Lord of Transformation!"

Their voices were in unison and loud. The people of the Blood Evil Sect looked at the True Lord of the Xuanqing Sect with vigilance, secretly on guard.

Fu Shaoping's heart trembled. He knew that the strength of Xuanqing Sect's True Lord Huashen should not be underestimated. The appearance of these two True Lords Huashen made the already tense situation become like a taut bowstring, ready to explode at any time.

Everyone in the Wanning Alliance also looked serious. Master Gui, Master Lan, and Master Huang exchanged glances and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.

at this time.

The earth began to tremble slightly, and from the distant horizon, a golden light approached rapidly like a rising sun.

Master Wan Ning of the Wan Ning Alliance slowly approached riding on a gigantic Qilin mythical beast.

The Qilin mythical beast radiated dazzling golden light all over its body. Every step it took would leave a golden footprint under its feet, and there was a faint auspicious aura rising from the footprints.

Master Wan Ning himself was wearing a golden battle armor inlaid with countless dazzling gems, which gathered into various mysterious formation patterns and emitted powerful spiritual power fluctuations. His face was resolute, and his eyes were full of endless wisdom and courage.

When the people of the Wanning Alliance saw the arrival of Master Wanning, they were all excited and shouted in unison:
"Master Wan Ning is mighty!"

The sound shook the earth. When people from other forces saw Master Wan Ning appear, they were filled with fear.

The people from the Xuesha Sect and the Xuanqing Sect realized that this already complicated situation became even more confusing because of the appearance of Master Wanning.

Fu Shaoping sighed inwardly. With these three powerful gods gathered together, it seemed that the next few levels would be even more difficult.

After a while.

There was a loud rumble.

In the center of the dojo where they were, an ancient and huge stone gate slowly emerged.

The stone gate was engraved with all kinds of eerie and terrifying patterns, including evil spirits with green faces and fangs, souls bound by chains, and rivers flowing with blood.

With a dull roar, the runes on the stone gate began to flash with a faint blue light. The light became brighter and brighter, gradually interweaving into a huge vortex.

In the vortex, there were bursts of ghostly howlings, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in it. A strong suction force surged out from the stone door, and the surrounding air became bone-chillingly cold, and a thin layer of frost began to form on the ground:
"The third level of the demon clan's holy land!"

When the people of the Blood Evil Sect saw the horrifying scene in the Nine Netherworld, expressions of greed and excitement appeared on their faces.

Zhenjun Huashen nodded slightly, with a fiery light flashing in his eyes.

The other elders and disciples were also eager to try. Their pursuit of the blood evil power made them yearn for this gloomy place, as if they saw countless opportunities to improve their skills.

The people from Xuanqing Sect seemed a little hesitant.

The headmaster frowned, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

The eyes of Master Huashen are profound.

There were mixed reactions within the Wanning Alliance.

When Master Xu and his six fellow disciples saw the terrifying aura emanating from the stone gate, their faces turned pale.

One of Master Xu's fellow disciples said:
"Brother, this place is too scary. If we go in, we might be in danger. Why don't we just withdraw now?"

The others nodded in agreement.

Master Xu looked at his fellow disciples around him, then looked at the terrifying stone gate, gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, let's go."

After saying that, the six of them turned around and flew out of the holy land. Their figures looked a little embarrassed due to the fear.

Master Lan stood there, looking at the dark blue vortex, feeling very conflicted. On the one hand, she was afraid of the dangers in the Nine Netherworld Palace, but on the other hand, she didn't want to miss this opportunity to gain a great fortune.

She turned to look at Fu Shaoping, with a questioning look in her eyes, and asked softly:

"Friend Fu, look at this Nine Netherworld Palace. Should we advance or retreat?"

Fu Shaoping looked at the stone gate full of unknowns and said firmly:
"Master Lan, I know there are many dangers involved, but treasures are often accompanied by dangers. I, Fu Shaoping, will not back down easily, but this is just my idea. The final decision depends on Master Lan himself."

Fu Shaoping clenched the Netherworld Ghost Banner in his hand. The ghost inside the banner seemed to feel the determination of its master and made a series of low hums.

Master Wan Ning stood on the Qilin mythical beast, and glanced solemnly at Fu Shaoping, Master Gui and other important figures of the Wan Ning Alliance.

Afterwards, he secretly performed the art of transmitting sound, and a deep and serious voice rang directly in everyone's mind:
"Friend Fu, Master Ghost, this Nine Netherworld is by no means an ordinary place, and the danger is beyond imagination. According to my investigation, it is very likely that there is a sixth-level ghost king hidden in it. Once we encounter it, I am afraid it will be difficult for us to escape unscathed. Friend Fu, you are young and promising, and you still have a bright future. You should not take risks here. Master Ghost, don't be impulsive, your life is more important."

After hearing the message from Master Wan Ning, Master Gui smiled bitterly. He knew that his life span was almost over, and he came to the Holy Land of the Demon Clan to find a chance to break through.

He looked up at the entrance to the Nine Netherworld that was emitting a faint blue light, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He sent a message to Master Wan Ning and the others:
"Master Wan Ning, I appreciate your kindness. But I am old and my life is coming to an end. If I don't take this chance, I'm afraid I won't have another chance. I have made up my mind and must enter the Nine Netherworld to give it a try."

Ghost Master's body trembled slightly, with both fear of unknown danger and desire for a breakthrough in vitality.

After hearing the message from Master Wan Ning, Master Lan, Master Huang and the others, their faces turned pale instantly.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation.

Master Lan bit his lip, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

On the one hand, there is the warning from Master Wan Ning, and on the other hand, there is the huge opportunity that may exist.

Master Huang frowned, and his hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously.

After a while, Master Lan sighed softly and said:

"Master Wan Ning, this is too dangerous. We are too weak, so it is better not to go in."

Huang Zhenren also nodded, indicating his agreement with Lan Zhenren's decision. Although they were unwilling to accept it, their fear of the sixth-level ghost king still prevailed.

Fu Shaoping stood where he was, with no sign of retreat in his eyes.

He was well aware of the dangers of the Nine Netherworld, but he had the support of the Heavenly Dragon Temple in the Underworld.

Although he had not yet completely controlled this temple, the power contained in it was enough to give him some confidence. He looked up at Master Wan Ning and replied firmly:

"Master Wan Ning, I am grateful for your concern, but I would like to take this opportunity to gain some experience."

Fu Shaoping clenched his fists. He knew it was a gamble, but he was willing to take the risk for his own growth and future.

Seeing that everyone had their own ideas and Fu Shaoping was determined, Master Wan Ning stopped trying to persuade him.

He just closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and the golden armor on his body suddenly shone brighter. The bright gems inlaid on the armor flashed an even brighter light, and the mysterious formation patterns on the gems also began to flow, emitting powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

Afterwards, Master Wan Ning gently clamped the Qilin mythical beast with his legs. The Qilin mythical beast raised its head and let out an earth-shaking roar. Its four hooves rose into the air and rushed towards the vortex emitting a faint blue light and sounding the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The moment Master Wan Ning rushed towards the whirlpool, his figure was like a golden meteor streaking across the dark night sky.

Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and Master Wan Ning and his Qilin divine beast had already sunk into the huge whirlpool.

As he entered, the vortex seemed to tremble slightly, and the surrounding howling sounds of ghosts and wolves became louder, as if welcoming this powerful intruder, or issuing a warning.

When the Blood Demon Sect's True Lord Huashen saw True Lord Wanning enter so decisively, a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself:

"This Master Wan Ning is indeed very courageous, but the Nine Netherworld is not so easy to enter. I will wait and see."

Xuanqing Sect's True Lord Huashen shook his head slightly. He felt that True Lord Wanning's move was a bit reckless, but at the same time he was also curious about what True Lord Wanning relied on to dare to act in this way.

When Master Gui saw Master Wan Ning enter, he became more determined in his thoughts. He muttered to himself: "I will definitely be able to get through."

Fu Shaoping tightly grasped the Netherworld Ghost Banner. He looked at the vortex and secretly admired the courage of Master Wan Ning. At the same time, he was full of anticipation and nervousness about the Nine Netherworld that he was about to enter.

True Lord Huashen of the Blood Evil Sect quietly observed the vortex at the entrance of the Nine Netherworld for a while and saw that apart from the increasingly loud sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, there was no other dramatic reaction to the entry of True Lord Wan Ning.

His eyes hidden behind the blood-red mask narrowed slightly, flashing a dangerous and greedy light.

The blood-red armor runes on his body pulsed more violently, as if responding to some unknown power in the Nine Netherworld.

He slowly raised his hands, and a strong bloody aura surged out of his body, forming a layer of blood mist around him. The heads of various evil spirits were faintly visible in the blood mist.

Then, he snorted coldly, and the blood cloud under his feet shook violently, and the whole person shot towards the dark blue vortex like a blood-red lightning.

As he approached the whirlpool, the faint blue light in the whirlpool and his bloody aura intertwined and collided with each other, making a crackling sound, as if two incompatible forces of water and fire were in fierce confrontation.

When the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect saw True Lord Huashen entering, they immediately cheered. They were full of blind admiration and trust in their True Lord Huashen, as if True Lord Huashen entering the Nine Netherworld was as easy as entering their own back garden.

On the Xuanqing Gate side, everyone's expressions became even more nervous.

The head of the sect frowned and said to the True Lord Huashen beside him:
"The True Lord of Huashen from the Blood Demon Sect has also gone in. I'm afraid they will get the treasures in the Nine Netherworld Palace first. What should we do?"

Xuanqing Sect's Master Huashen remained calm and just said softly:

"Don't worry, let's wait and see what happens. This Nine Netherworld Palace is not that simple. It's easy to get in but hard to get out."

When Fu Shaoping saw the Blood Demon Sect's True Lord Huashen enter, he felt a little worried.

He knew that the Blood Evil Sect's True Lord Huashen was very powerful. If a conflict came up between him and him in the Nine Netherworld Palace, he would probably find it difficult to cope with it.

But Fu Shaoping's curiosity and desire for treasure were not extinguished by this worry, but became even more intense.

He turned his head to look at Master Gui and found that Master Gui's eyes were also full of determination. It was obvious that he would not change his decision because of the entry of Master Huashen from the Blood Evil Sect.

Xuanqing Sect's True Lord Huashen gazed at the deep, dark blue, unknown vortex of the Nine Netherworld, with a solemn and resolute look in his eyes.

He gently raised his right hand, and a whisk emitting soft white light appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The strands of the whisk were like silver threads under the moonlight, emitting a holy aura, which formed a sharp contrast with the gloomy Nine Netherworld.

He slowly closed his eyes, muttering something, and the white Taoist robe embroidered with exquisite cranes and magical grass patterns began to move without wind, as if a cool breeze was surrounding him.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the whirlpool.

The moment he entered the vortex, the vortex that was originally howling with ghosts and wolves seemed to be affected by the holy power in his body. The dark blue light flickered unsteadily, and a sharp whistling sound was emitted, as if expressing dissatisfaction with his intrusion.

When the disciples of Xuanqing Sect saw Zhenjun Huashen enter, they were filled with awe and some worry.

(End of this chapter)