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Chapter 403 The Eighteen Levels of Hell

After all five people arrived at their seats, they all fell silent as they looked at the scene before them.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be near the eighteenth level of hell. Your subordinates are indeed extraordinary," Zhao Li sighed after a long while.

This smuggling route was placed next to the most strictly regulated eighteenth level of hell. The person who set this coordinate truly understood the principle that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Zhuge Wolong gave an awkward smile and was about to say something when he saw a ghostly figure slowly drifting over from afar.

Everyone immediately hid.

Under the flickering flames of the eighteenth level of hell, the ghostly figure appeared so lifeless, its soul constantly fluctuating, giving one the feeling that it would return to the world at any moment.

In this state, Ghost Shadow naturally failed to discover the five people who had hastily hidden themselves.

"He can't be reincarnated, he can't be reborn, he can only wander in the underworld, slowly assimilated by this environment into the most primitive yin energy. This Black Mountain Demon is incompetent in management and maintenance, turning a perfectly good underworld into something like the wilderness. He is truly full of sins!" Zhuge Wolong shook his head and sighed.

"He deserves to die!" Xie Bi'an's reaction was even stronger than Zhao Li's. His face was full of anger as he slammed his fist into the ground, smashing several pieces of already brittle white bone.

This blow, though seemingly insignificant, carried emotions mixed with the vibrations of the punch, and began to spread outwards from the spot where Xie Bian had struck.

They were now standing on the Black Mountain Demon's true form. It would be one thing if they were just cursing, since the Black Mountain Demon's body was so enormous that he didn't have time to constantly monitor his every move. But this kind of fluctuation mixed with emotional power was different. It not only represented that the speaker himself had a certain level of strength, but also represented the opposition between the two camps.

Fortunately, the wave propagates both upwards and downwards.

Sun Wukong, who was underground, received this information before the Black Mountain Demon. Although he did not know who sent it, since it was a comrade who opposed the Black Mountain Demon, what else was there to say?

Boom boom boom!

The golden cudgel slammed heavily onto the base of Black Mountain, the enormous tremor completely overshadowing the slight ripples and disturbing the Black Mountain Demon atop the mountain.

"Damn monkey!" After cursing in the palace, the Black Mountain Demon reduced his perception range a little more. Anyway, his body was big enough that he was not afraid of the enemy launching a sneak attack first. If he put his perception too close to Sun Wukong, he would be driven crazy by the noise.

After Lin Zhengying shook the ground beneath his feet, he seemed to realize something. He gestured for everyone to be quiet, then beckoned to Xie Bi'an, signaling him to bring out the wisp of the processed Black Mountain Demon's aura.

Then, Lin Zhengying drew his peach wood sword and touched the aura. A flash of yellow sword light appeared, and the aura began to absorb the dense yin energy in the surrounding air. After forming a semi-solid shape, Lin Zhengying used his compass to scoop it up and sealed it in the mirror in the center.

After the aura entered the mirror, the compass needle began to spin wildly. It only slowed down slightly after Lin Zhengying turned the compass to an angle, and began to circle around the compass, pausing for a second or two when it passed the upper and lower poles.

"We're right here on him!"

Lin Zhengying mouthed the words, then ran his finger across the lens, and the compass stopped. The mirror in the middle turned so that the reverse side was facing up, and the mark in the mirror changed from a wisp of energy to a single hair.

With a whoosh, the compass needle pointed straight down.

Master Taixu immediately understood that the location of the Victorious Fighting Buddha they were looking for was at the bottom of this mountain that seemed to have no end.

“Zhengying, you lead them down, I’ll go up and find a spot. If that Black Mountain Demon realizes what’s going on, I can buy him some time and give you a heads-up,” Zhao Li said.

The golden Buddha sealed by Master Taixu and the battle spirit on Zhuge Wolong's body are the key to activating the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Lin Zhengying has the technology to unseal it. The aura that Xie Bi'an showed after entering the underworld is very compatible with the underworld. Considering his strength, the only candidate left to guard this passage is Zhao Li.

"Alright, then take care of yourself." Lin Zhengying didn't delay, simply giving Zhao Li a word of advice.

Then the group began to walk downwards following the compass needle.

Xie Bi'an walked at the front. Although he was still a human, after arriving in the underworld, the smell on his body was even more ghostly than that of the ghosts in the underworld. Ordinary ghosts would not pay too much attention to him.

Along the way, thanks to the advantage gained from this information gap, Lin Zhengying and his group traveled relatively smoothly.

Upon reaching the crucial location—near the seventeenth level of hell where the extraterrestrial visitors were imprisoned—the Black Mountain Demon on the mountaintop suddenly felt a strange sense of crisis welling up within him.

The Black Mountain Demon opened his right hand, and two skulls spun upwards, outlining a rudimentary divination symbol in the air.

Everything is normal? Everything is normal!

snort!

Looking at the divination results, the Black Mountain Demon snorted coldly.

Lin Zhengying, who had just passed the entrance to the seventeenth level of hell, was immediately covered in sweat. The magic array on his outer garment lit up on its own. It was still quite difficult to conceal the secrets of heaven silently, but at least the Black Mountain Demon had not been able to pinpoint their location.

"Speed ​​up!" Lin Zhengying whispered.

"Some little bugs have come in and are causing trouble. Pass on my order to search the entire territory!" Almost simultaneously, the Black Mountain Demon ordered the ghost general behind him.

At the same time, layers of sensory fluctuations emanated from the mountaintop and spread in all directions.

After receiving orders passed down through the ranks, the number of lazy ghost soldiers suddenly surged. Although their attitude remained unchanged, the increase in numbers was enough to give Lin Zhengying and his team, who had infiltrated the area, a headache.

"Hey! Stop right there!" a drowned ghost suddenly shouted at Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an tensed up, his right hand reaching inside his clothes to grip the hilt of his broadsword. Several hundred meters behind him, Lin Zhengying and the others were also ready for battle.

"Where did you come from?!"

"I...I'm new here..." Xie Bi'an said evasively. He had never been to the underworld before, and he didn't know how new dead souls should enter this chaotic underworld.

"Newcomer?" The drowned ghost led a group of wandering spirits to surround them. "Newcomer? All the passages are blocked. How are you new here? And how did you die? I can't see it!"

Xie Bi'an's face darkened. It seemed he couldn't hide it this time, so he had no choice but to strike first!

boom!

Just then, a loud bang came from above, and then Zhao Li's distinctive ghostly lotus flower began to bloom in the air.

Chapter 404 Its stillness is like a forest, its speed like the wind

problem occurs!

Xie Bi'an looked back at the lotus flowers blooming in the air and thought, "This must be the Black Mountain Demon and Zhao Li running into each other!"

"You! You've been conscripted! Come with me!" the drowned ghost commanded, pointing at Xie Bi'an.

After Xie Bi'an obediently joined the team, the Drowned Ghost led his entire squad of soldiers quickly toward the direction where the lotus flowers were in bloom.

The Great Compassionate Palm!

Seven Star Soul-Shattering Sword!

Lin Zhengying and Master Taixu jumped out from their hiding places, one on the left and one on the right. Without exchanging any words, they immediately unleashed a powerful attack on the group of evil spirits in front of them.

The golden hand slapped the leading ghost flat and crushed it to the ground. Before the remaining ghosts could react, they were pierced through by the flying copper coin swords, leaving not a trace.

"We're not far from the bottom now, let's break through!" Lin Zhengying shouted. They had to make some noise on their side; they couldn't let Zhao Li be surrounded by all the enemies.

"I'll clear the way." Looking at the few soldier-level ghosts attracted by the commotion, Zhuge Wolong waved his feather fan, pointing forward, "Slow as a forest, swift as the wind!"

Under Zhuge Wolong's control, purple phantoms condensed into human figures, lined up neatly in front of everyone like trees in a forest. Then, a strong wind arose, and winds mixed with yin energy swirled around the phantoms, like small tornadoes.

"kill!"

Zhuge Wolong, watching the approaching enemy troops, loudly gave the order.

The soldiers charged out, engulfing all the enemies they could see in their terrifying force, using their combined momentum to crush the scattered soldiers in front of them.

In terms of individual skill, Zhuge Wolong cannot compare with cultivators like Lam Ching-ying and Master Taixu, but in group battles, his abilities can be maximized.

The battlefield suddenly descended into chaos after so many unexpected events occurred. Amidst this chaos, Lin Zhengying and his companions kept a low profile, walking along a dusty path as they continued to approach their destination.

They had only gone halfway up the road to the eighteenth floor when the ground suddenly began to shake, and rustling sounds came from all directions.

With a loud boom, a large crack appeared in the ground, and a giant centipede with a bright red shell and a body length of several hundred meters flew out from the crack.

His limbs danced across the battlefield, annihilating the soldiers and ghosts created by Zhuge Liang, as if he had appeared not to provide support, but merely to vent his anger.

"Salvation is the only way!" Zhuge Wolong said in a low voice, looking at the arrogant giant centipede with resentment.

With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Zhengying released the compass from his sleeve and tossed it into Xie Bi'an's hand. "You guys keep going, I'll handle this thing!"

Xie Bi'an caught the compass used to unseal the seal and followed Master Taixu at the front of the group without hesitation.

On the battlefield, there are not many words to say; there is only one thing: obey orders.

Zhuge Wolong turned his head away, not wanting to look at Pudu Cihang again, fearing he wouldn't be able to suppress his desire for revenge.

Given the current chaotic situation, there is only one way for our side to win amidst the chaos: release the Victorious Fighting Buddha from suppression, and ideally, find the original officials of the Underworld.

After Master Taixu and the other two had walked a little further away, Lin Zhengying put two fingers together and touched his forehead. A glimmer of spiritual light appeared at his fingertips.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, a paper figure floated to the ground, and with a flick of his two fingers, spiritual light flowed into it.

The paper figure rose with the wind.

Summon the gods! The Giant Spirit God!

Pudu Cihang, who was absorbing the shattered souls from the battlefield with its mouth wide open, sensed the magical fluctuations. Its body creaked twice, and it turned around to look at the giant that had suddenly appeared, which was more than ten meters tall.

The Giant Spirit clenched his fist, took a step across half the battlefield, and arrived in front of Pudu Cihang, then slammed his fist down.

When the fist or palm makes contact with the carapace.

The sound of metal striking stone echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

"It's you!" Feeling the familiar magical light falling on him, Pudu Cihang's eyes turned red. As he swept away the giant spirit god with his tail, he searched for Lin Zhengying's figure on the battlefield. "Coward! Get out here!"

Pudu Cihang roared, "He went from being the emperor who controlled the largest empire in the human world to a lowly gatekeeper. It was all because of the interference of people like Lin Zhengying. Otherwise, even if Fu Tianchou gathered all the manpower and willpower, he would not have been able to break through his Buddha's golden body."

Now, when enemies meet, their eyes are filled with hatred, and the idea of ​​fighting to the death is the most basic thought.

However, Lam Ching-ying wouldn't suddenly appear from the shadows just because of Pudu Cihang's words; that would be utter foolishness.

Unable to find the caster's true form, Pudu Cihang had no choice but to turn his attention back to the giant spirit god who was following him.

Having been emperor for so many years, he had learned about most of the Taoist secret texts of the world, including the Universal Salvation and Compassionate Journey. Although he had never seen this method of summoning paper figures before, and did not know which deity was being invoked, he had seen many similar spells.

Once it's broken, when the spiritual light returns, the caster will naturally be unable to hide.

Thinking of this, Pudu Cihang bent his body 180 degrees in the air, his sharp hundred legs slicing across the giant spirit's body, leaving white marks as he directly entangled the giant spirit.

Lin Zhengying's hands, which were forming hand seals, began to tremble slightly. With the increased contact area, the damage that Pudu Cihang inflicted on the Giant Spirit God increased by several orders of magnitude, and he was starting to feel the strain.

After all, the essence of the Giant Spirit God is just a specially treated paper figure, and its greatest fears, besides fire, are stabbing.

After noticing that the giant spirit's movements had slowed down, Pudu Cihang realized that his attack had been effective.

They continued to exert force, wrapping the cord tighter and tighter, making the gaps in the middle smaller and smaller. At the same time, the foot on the side closest to the giant god pierced into the giant god's body, constantly drilling.

As the Giant Spirit God was about to reach his limit, Lam Ching-ying continued to hold the seal with his left hand while drawing complex talismans in the air with his right.

Samadhi Fire! Arise!

Lam Ching-ying directly ignited the Giant Spirit God. Since it was going to perish anyway, he might as well do it himself.

Flames erupted from the giant spirit's body, transforming it into a gigantic fire-man.

The Pudu Cihang, which was wrapped around the surface, was severely stung by the flames. In pain, it loosened its grip and began to burrow headfirst into the ground.