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Chapter 330: The Pure Martial Golden Pool's Overwhelming Qi Sea Strength, Facing the Spirit-Binding
Chapter 330: The Pure Martial Golden Pool's Overwhelming Qi Sea Strength, Facing the Spirit-Binding Devil Ox, the Hell King is Revealed (Part 2)
Boom—!!!
The mighty Sea of Vital Energy collided with a mighty force.
Accompanied by the dragon-elephant's roar and the tiger's mournful cry!
It was just one collision, but the crimson and golden Sea of Vital Energy's Primordial Energy intertwined and tangled together. At the point of their clash, the Grand Canal's water surrounding them constantly exploded, creating waves tens of meters high!
The water columns hissed as they evaporated, steaming hot, like a hazy smoke, or a rising tornado!
Puh—!!!
It was just one collision!
Under the star constellation killer mask, Yan Jing's mouth opened wide, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
His eyes were filled with intense shock.
How could...
He be so strong?!
How could the Primordial Energy that exploded within the golden Sea of Vital Energy be so terrifying?
Yan Jing, as a Fulfilled Sea of Vital Energy Saint Warrior, had Primordial Energy that clashed with the Devil Ox's... but in terms of intensity, they were not on the same level!
It was like the difference between a wooden sword and a finely crafted iron sword.
When the two swords clashed without any fancy moves, the wooden sword would undoubtedly be easily cut through.
"So the gap..."
"Is this big?!"
Li Che's punch exploded Yan Jing's Primordial Energy, and in an instant, he understood the difference between the Pure Martial Primordial Energy and the Divine Martial.
Although the Saint Warrior's Primordial Energy, tempered by divine nature, wasn't weak, it lacked refinement, showing a gap in resilience and intensity.
Moreover, Li Che wasn't purely a Pure Martial practitioner; he had refined his Pure Martial Primordial Energy with the power of the Dao Invocation!
His intensity was even higher than that of an ordinary Pure Martial practitioner!
Therefore...
There was basically no doubt. Even though Li Che had just entered the Sea of Vital Energy Saint Warrior realm and had only condensed a ten zhang golden Sea of Vital Energy, he still had the strength and confidence to crush Yan Jing head-on!
Yan Jing's heart was filled with shock, and a chill enveloped him.
He clenched his halberd, and as he shook it, halberd rays burst forth, transforming into tigers that pounced downward.
And his entire body... began to flee again!
"Devil Ox!"
"I'm just here to watch the fun! I mean no harm!"
Yan Jing roared.
But the next moment...
His roar abruptly stopped.
Because, under that adorable Devil Ox mask, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes released golden smoke, glancing at him indifferently, as if looking at a dead man.
Then...
The Devil Ox spread his arms, and behind him...
It was as if a starry meridian map, with one meridian node after another, sounding like a clatter, as if shackles were intertwined!
Due to the golden Sea of Vital Energy, each meridian node bloomed with a Mystic Gate Divine Seed, and all six of them were swirling with golden vortices!
And these golden vortices...
There were a total of six of them!
Six Mystic Gate Divine Seeds!
Yan Jing was stunned...
His entire body seemed frozen in place, leaving only bewilderment.
Boom—!!!
The Devil Ox moved again, and in an instant, a terrifying power like a mountain's roar and the ocean's roar condensed into his five fingers. Without detonating his divine seeds, the six golden Mystic Gate Divine Seeds rotated and boosted his power like six times the turbo-charged amplification!
His five fingers pierced through heaven and earth like divine spears!
The Devil Ox's five fingers fell, shattering everything!
An unstoppable force caused Yan Jing to be blasted almost instantly!
He wasn't a match, not even close!
Yan Jing's body was covered in blood, and as his body was crushed by the Devil Ox's five fingers...
He was filled with horror and shock!
Six Mystic Gate Divine Seeds!
The Netherworld King Yan Jing seemed to only have five... no, he had only used five!
Perhaps the Netherworld King Yan Jing's true Mystic Gate Divine Seeds were six?!
Six Mystic Gate Divine Seeds... it was like something out of a myth, something no one had ever heard of!
At least, Yan Jing didn't dare to imagine it!
The pain of drawing the divine seeds into the Mystic Gate was like drilling through one's heart and bones...
What kind of ruthless person was this Devil Ox, able to endure it six times in a row?
A loud rumbling sound reverberated as the water in the Grand Canal suddenly started to seethe and surge. Zhao Fang Zhou, seated atop the nine-layer Yellow Dragon Sacred Wood Treasure Ship, slightly narrowed his eyes.
He saw through the mist that a ten-meter-high wave was raging and rushing towards him, carrying a boiling battle intent that ignited his entire body's blood and chi.
"This is..."
"Blood energy!"
"The bloody smell and the Spirit Sea Saint Warrior's Primordial Energy! How has this energy merged with the water flow?"
Zhao Fang Zhou leaped into the air and landed on the river's surface, facing the crashing wave head-on.
On the Yellow Dragon Wooden Treasure Ship, the child prodigies were already excited by the huge wave, and their excitement grew as they saw Zhao Fang Zhou leaping before the wave.
Even Xi Xi, who was playing against Hong Shi Fo, couldn't help but jump excitedly to the railing, tiptoeing to get a better view of the Martial Saint breaking through the massive wave.
If the wave hit the nine-layer treasure ship, it might cause the ship to sway uncontrollably and even tilt. If the ship tilted, it would be as good as destroyed, never to be used again.
The captain was busy directing the sailors to control the ship, not daring to be careless even with a Martial Saint opening the wave. If the Martial Saint failed, it would be up to the captain's ship-handling skills.
Hong Shi Fo stepped out of the cabin, resting his palms on the railing, feeling the scorching air currents and the boiling Primordial Energy in the river.
Hong Shi Fo narrowed his eyes.
"This Primordial Energy..."
"The Divine Guard Grand Marshal, Second Opening Saint Warrior, Yan Jing!"
"He's dead..."
Hong Shi Fo exhaled softly, a hint of regret in his voice as he shook his head slightly.
It was his own fault...
"Yan Jing is here... but where's Yue Huanglong?"
"This old fox just came to watch the fun? We're already on the Grand Canal, outside the range of the Heavenly Origin Dao City. What's he doing here, acting like a fool?"
"If you're here to watch, who else would I beat up?"
"Old fox..."
"In the end, his own schemes and cunning backfired on him."
Hong Shi Fo stretched lazily.
"What a spectacle..."
Lu Tai Bai was engaged in an intense battle with Wei Yuan, his disciple who had joined the Corpse God Sect and become a Corpse God. It was a battle of the highest caliber.
Wei Yuan had devoured four of the Six Desires from the Corpse God's Divine Nature, and his Corpse God Seal had reached the pinnacle, making him one of the top Corpse Gods in the Corpse God Sect.
Indeed, even though Wei Yuan had betrayed his master and joined the Corpse God Sect, he couldn't hide his brilliance. In a short time, he had reached a level where he could challenge his own master. Talent was talent, no matter where it was found.
But why had such a genius chosen the wrong path?
Supervisor Hong Shi Fo shook his head...
If even Lu Tai Bai couldn't understand it, how could an outsider like him?
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A deafening boom shook the heavens and the earth, bringing a powerful sense of dizziness as if one were traversing between two realms.
Yue Huanglong, for the first time, entered the Ink City Pool, a small pocket realm within the Netherworld.
Similar to the Corpse God Realm controlled by the Corpse God Sect, ink-colored rain poured down from above, splattering black droplets onto the ancient city below.
Yue Huanglong stood with his five fingers clenched, holding the Five Deity Spirit Hammer. He surveyed the wet ground of Ink City.
"Divine Nature is unusable, and the essence of heaven and earth cannot be replenished, but Martial Dao can be utilized."
Yue Huanglong quickly analyzed the situation.
His corpulent body, laden with layers of fat, suddenly moved, as if accompanied by a thunderous roar that reverberated through Ink City. A terrifying amount of blood and chi surged from within him, like a raging ocean.
Within this ocean, there stood a towering mountain, resembling a snow-capped peak, but beneath the snow, hot magma awaited eruption.
At the mountain's peak, Yue Huanglong's Martial Dao Will took the form of a human figure.
"Where is the King of Hell?!" Yue Huanglong was on high alert.
In truth, his greatest concern was being ambushed by the King of Hell upon entering this city. However, as he didn't encounter any such attack, Yue Huanglong's initial worries subsided.
As a revered Four Opening Saint Warrior, a top-tier Martial Saint, how could he be easily killed? Only if the Netherworld displayed a power he had never seen before, or other Kings of Hell intervened, would Yue Huanglong be in peril.
But against a single King of Hell, Yue Huanglong was confident in his survival.
"This city has some resilience, with hints of small pocket realm power and Dao hidden within. Breaking it will likely take a sustained bombardment."
"However, it's not impossible to breach."
Yue Huanglong's heart finally settled.
He even had the leisure to appreciate the scenery within this small pocket realm.
The more he observed, the more astonished he became.
Yue Huanglong was no stranger to small pocket realms...
Places like the eerie temples' Mysterious Gates could be considered small pocket realms in the strictest sense.
However, these Mysterious Gates were interconnected, forming a vast and boundless Mysterious Gate realm.
Only Tribulation Transcenders could condense small pocket realms, and even if they perished, these realms would not be destroyed.
(End of Chapter)
Because the Tribulation Transcendent Dao Essence flows and transforms, it can endure in the Heaven and Earth for thousands of years without fading.
The more Yue Huanglong looked, the more shocked he became...
"Netherworld... Netherworld..."
"Such a small paradise, so exquisite! How powerful must one be to create such a delicate small paradise!"
Yue Huanglong shook his head and took a deep breath.
The more he thought about the Netherworld, the more cautious he became. He felt that the background and foundation of the Netherworld were unfathomable! Suddenly...
Yue Huanglong's gaze focused.
In the air... a thick and intense bloody smell suddenly filled the air.
This was the smell of boiling blood after a strong Saint Warrior's body was torn apart.
In the distance, a towering figure stood atop a black pavilion, with countless drops of black rain falling on his tower-like body, splashing up a hazy mist.
That adorable ox devil mask...
Yue Huanglong's eyes narrowed as he looked at it.
As he shifted his gaze, he saw the ox devil's five fingers gripping a head, dripping with fresh blood, and boiling blood dripping from the severed neck wound.
"He's dead..."
Yan Jing was dead.
It had only been a short while.
The Sea of Vital Energy Saint Warrior... was killed, his head twisted off.
Yue Huanglong sighed, feeling not so much sadness as a sense of danger.
After all, he was also in a dangerous situation.
This ox devil...
Had a big appetite, and it was clear that he wanted to kill not only Yan Jing but also Yue Huanglong!
In fact, from the beginning, the ox devil's target was Yue Huanglong.
"Ox Devil..."
"I just came to take a look, I didn't make a move, I didn't show any killing intent... Why do you want to kill us?"
"We from the Hunter Temple are here on a mission, it shouldn't be a problem for us to investigate, right?"
A low voice came from under Yue Huanglong's star constellation mask.
"Don't pretend."
"Yue Dao Master."
A hoarse voice echoed through Ink City.
Yue Huanglong's heart sank, and as he had suspected, the ox devil had recognized him.
"The Netherworld... gave you a chance."
The ox devil held Yan Jing's head, his eyes emitting a faint golden smoke, and looked at Yue Huanglong with indifference, his killing intent gradually intensifying.
"You've crossed the boundary by going from the Heaven and Earth Great River to the Grand Canal..."
As he finished speaking, Yue Huanglong suddenly burst into laughter. He raised his hand and removed the constellation killer mask, revealing a chubby and amiable face.
"Ox Devil..."
"Who are you?"
Yue Huanglong narrowed his eyes, staring at the ox devil.
"I took off my mask, why don't you do the same?"
Yue Huanglong spread his hands and said.
"Do you think you're worthy?"
A scornful and hoarse voice came from under the ox devil's mask.
The next moment, as Yue Huanglong's eyes narrowed slightly, the ox devil threw Yan Jing's head into the air, drawing an arc as it flew towards Yue Huanglong.
As the head flew towards him, the ox devil suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide.
"Bind Spirit."
Right in front of Yue Huanglong...
Bind Spirit!
Yue Huanglong was slightly startled, what was this? Then...
His body trembled uncontrollably, his fat shaking without rhythm.
Yan Jing's flying head emitted countless black fumes that intertwined with each other.
Accompanied by wailing, anger, and pain.
Yan Jing's figure completely materialized!
As if...
He had come back to life! Even though Yue Huanglong was a Fourth Opening Saint Warrior, ranked at the Absolute Apex, he had never seen such a method, a method that brought the dead back to life!
It was like a thunderbolt tearing through the sky, striking fiercely into the depths of his soul.
Yue Huanglong had suspected that the Netherworld had a way to bring the dead back to life.
But when he actually saw it with his own eyes, a dead person, twisted as if pulled out from the depths of hell, the impact was too strong! However...
The intense impact exploded in Yue Huanglong's mind.
The intense impact instantly erupted, and Yue Huanglong roared.
But he saw that the ox devil had appeared at his side, as if teleporting, like a golden sun hanging in the sky, radiating brilliant light!
The ox devil clenched his fist, and behind him...
Six golden vortices of the Mystic Gate Divine Seed spun, one after another, like a turbine driving! It was as if golden chains were crisscrossing.
In the ox devil's clenched fist!
He clenched and exploded! In that instant!
It was as if the air, light, and spirit, even the entire Heaven and Earth, were all grasped in the ox devil's palm.
A powerful and pure Martial Dao Will!
Like a rising proud sun!
A bright sun in the sky!
It converged into the ox devil's fist! That fist, brilliantly bright!
Countless mighty streams of blood gathered, surging and overwhelming!
It almost took away all the light, leaving only the brilliance of that fist within the entire Ink City!
Extremely domineering and rampant!
This fist...
Was meant to kill you!
Even if you're a Fourth Opening Saint Warrior, what does it matter?!
Yue Huanglong's spirit had just been shocked by Yan Jing's resurrection, and now, facing such a fist and the six golden Mystic Gate Divine Seeds, as if slapping him in the face...
His spirit was once again subjected to a terrifying and unprecedented impact! Six Mystic Gate Divine Seeds...
Simultaneously detonated!
This operation...
This posture...
Yue Huanglong's mind buzzed incessantly.
His fat body trembled non-stop!
Damn!
This ox devil...
This ox devil... is actually the King of Hell!
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