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Chapter 1263
chapter 0530 part 4
Through the opened Ghost Gate, one could see a vast Netherworld Sea within, larger than all the Oceans in the Mortal World combined. Yellow Springs Water gathered here, and countless black mists formed by thousands of Fierce Souls and Evil Ghosts were desperately crashing against the Ghost Gate.
When the Ghost Gate suddenly opened wide, dozens of black mists, unable to react in time, directly rushed out of the Ghost Gate. This surprised these Evil Ghosts, who seemed not to have expected to be able to escape.
But they quickly reacted, letting out uncontrollable Ghost Howling Sounds, as if celebrating their freedom. Even more Fierce Souls from the Ghost Gate rushed out gleefully.
Shebishi Ancestral Wu, who had been standing in front of the Ghost Gate, pointed his hand, and a thick, hundred-meter-wide, massive pitch black Demonic Fire surged out. Amidst sizzling sounds, those Fierce Souls were instantly like moths flying into a fire, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating amidst piercing screams.
"The malice on these Fierce Souls is quite significant. Burning them like this is a waste!" Dijiang laughed from behind Shebishi Ancestral Wu.
Shebishi Ancestral Wu also listened to advice. He opened his large mouth, and a suction force instantly swept towards the many Fierce Souls. The other Ancestral Witches also revealed the Du Tian Underworld King Banners behind them. The Banners unfurled, sealing off a thousand li of land, like fishermen standing by a pond fishing, sweeping those clumps of black mist into the Du Tian Underworld King Banner.
There were no less than eight thousand, perhaps ten thousand, Fierce Souls gathered within the Ghost Gate. The black mists were dense and numerous. Facing the Sky-shading and sun-blocking Banner surface, these Fierce Souls turned to flee, but where could they escape to?
After dealing with these Fierce Souls, the Twelve Ancestral Witches entered the Ghost Gate, standing still in the Netherworld Sea The Void. Boss Tang's twelve Incarnations were all gathered. The twelve Du Tian Underworld King Banners fluttered behind them, forming the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, the fiercest Great Formation in the Jambudvīpa World.
Blazing Demonic Fire erupted from this ancient fierce formation, burning the Sky and boiling the Sea, refining the Netherworld Sea day and night without stop. They refined it for three days and three nights, and at the last moment, they completely boiled the Netherworld Sea dry. With a deafening roar, The Void vibrated.
The Seabed The Void shattered with a crash, turning into Dust and scattering in all directions, revealing a magnificent black Palace.
"Petty. This Palace is not even a tenth of the Heavenly Palace." Gonggong shook his head and commented.
"This is a restriction formation illusion. Don't talk nonsense. Erase the remaining Primordial Spirit within this Cauldron before making further plans."
Xuanming, Dijiang, Shebishi, Rushou, Jumang, Dijiang, Houtu, Zhulong, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Yanzi roared wildly, transforming into their true bodies. Gonggong and Zhurong also followed behind them. The twelve Ancestral Witches surged forward, rushing towards the Palace! The magnificent Palace was covered in restrictions, but in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars, they were easily blasted into Dust. They were like bandits who had broken into the imperial palace, roaring and smashing everything inside the Palace into Dust.
"Who dares to trespass here?"
In the Great Hall, a man identical to Taishan Fujun, wearing a black Emperor's Crown, sat high on the Throne. Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches kill their way in, he stood up and shouted angrily, his Voice like thunder, rolling and vast, his momentum immense.
The next second, this man, along with the elevated Throne he sat on, was blasted into Dust by the joint attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
This man was a Trace of Soul and Primordial Spirit left by Taishan Fujun when he refined the Underworld Cauldron. When combined with his true body, he could unleash the Mysteries of the Underworld Cauldron. However, even in his prime, holding the Underworld Cauldron, Taishan Fujun was still beaten into Dust by the joint efforts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Much less when there was only a Trace of Soul and Primordial Spirit here.
After the Twelve Ancestral Witches shattered Taishan Fujun's Primordial Spirit, they once again released the Du Tian Underworld King Banner, drawing out the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Demonic Fire. Demonic Clouds rolled, and they began refining the innate restrictions within the Underworld Cauldron one by one.
A thousand li away from the Incident Area in Japan, thousands of meters beneath the vast Ocean, immortal music intertwined. Large Crystal Palaces were concealed within layers of Barriers.
shrimp soldiers and crab generals shuttled back and forth within. clam girls and dragon girls carried fruit plates and dishes, walking between the Palaces. Seawater surged outside the Palace, but there was not a single drop of water inside the Crystal Palace.
This was the Crystal Palace where the Dragon King of this World resided. The main hall of the Crystal Palace was resplendent with gold and jade, with light mist curtains and colorful gauze clouds. Flutes and pipes played softly. More than a dozen aquatic race beauties, dressed in palace gowns and light gauze, danced in the center. Several crystal jade tables were placed on both sides, laden with fine wine, delicious food, and rare fruits, their fragrance assaulting the nostrils and whetting the appetite. However, the Dragon King, as the Master, adopted a humble and subservient posture, constantly observing the complexions of the two distinguished Guests while toasting, deeply fearing that he might offend them and cause his entire Aquatic Race to be wiped out.
After all, the tragic experience of the Gods of Takamagahara was still fresh in his memory.
The Dragon King did not invite many Guests, only four or five. However, besides the Dragon King himself, there was only one man, dressed in a flowing daoist robe, with an air of immortality and detachment, his ethereal temperament causing the aquatic race beauties performing song and dance to cast glances at him from time to time.
However, the man only focused on playing with the black cauldron in his hand, seemingly completely oblivious to the graceful clam girls and dragon girls around him.
This unusual scene caused Selene, who was full of exotic charm beside him, to frequently turn and look at her Boss, suspecting that he had been drained dry by some little demon today, as this was completely out of character for him.
Sitting across from this daoist was a palace-dressed female immortal, dressed as an Empress. Below the female immortal sat another woman, dressed in a stylish and simple white shirt, paired with slim-fit jeans, showcasing her graceful body curves. She was dressed like a modern urban woman, completely out of place in the Dragon Palace.
This urban woman looked at the palace-dressed female immortal, who was Queen Mother of the West, with undisguised hatred in her eyes.
"Acha! If you look at me like that again, I will suppress you under Kunlun Wastes for five hundred years as a warning to others!"
Queen Mother of the West glanced at Acha and warned her.
"Really? I don't believe it. Did you sleep with him too!" Acha retorted sarcastically: "I don't believe he's on your side!"
Saying this, Acha looked at Tang Song, just about to ask him whose side he was on.
As she looked, she saw two black and white Spiritual Lights faintly rotating in Tang Song's eyes, and a hazy aura that made people dare not look directly at him gradually spread from within his body.
At the same time, the Underworld Cauldron in his hand also emitted an ancient and majestic aura.
(end of chapter)
Through the opened Ghost Gate, one could see a vast Netherworld Sea within, larger than all the Oceans in the Mortal World combined. Yellow Springs Water gathered here, and countless black mists formed by thousands of Fierce Souls and Evil Ghosts were desperately crashing against the Ghost Gate.
When the Ghost Gate suddenly opened wide, dozens of black mists, unable to react in time, directly rushed out of the Ghost Gate. This surprised these Evil Ghosts, who seemed not to have expected to be able to escape.
But they quickly reacted, letting out uncontrollable Ghost Howling Sounds, as if celebrating their freedom. Even more Fierce Souls from the Ghost Gate rushed out gleefully.
Shebishi Ancestral Wu, who had been standing in front of the Ghost Gate, pointed his hand, and a thick, hundred-meter-wide, massive pitch black Demonic Fire surged out. Amidst sizzling sounds, those Fierce Souls were instantly like moths flying into a fire, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating amidst piercing screams.
"The malice on these Fierce Souls is quite significant. Burning them like this is a waste!" Dijiang laughed from behind Shebishi Ancestral Wu.
Shebishi Ancestral Wu also listened to advice. He opened his large mouth, and a suction force instantly swept towards the many Fierce Souls. The other Ancestral Witches also revealed the Du Tian Underworld King Banners behind them. The Banners unfurled, sealing off a thousand li of land, like fishermen standing by a pond fishing, sweeping those clumps of black mist into the Du Tian Underworld King Banner.
There were no less than eight thousand, perhaps ten thousand, Fierce Souls gathered within the Ghost Gate. The black mists were dense and numerous. Facing the Sky-shading and sun-blocking Banner surface, these Fierce Souls turned to flee, but where could they escape to?
After dealing with these Fierce Souls, the Twelve Ancestral Witches entered the Ghost Gate, standing still in the Netherworld Sea The Void. Boss Tang's twelve Incarnations were all gathered. The twelve Du Tian Underworld King Banners fluttered behind them, forming the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, the fiercest Great Formation in the Jambudvīpa World.
Blazing Demonic Fire erupted from this ancient fierce formation, burning the Sky and boiling the Sea, refining the Netherworld Sea day and night without stop. They refined it for three days and three nights, and at the last moment, they completely boiled the Netherworld Sea dry. With a deafening roar, The Void vibrated.
The Seabed The Void shattered with a crash, turning into Dust and scattering in all directions, revealing a magnificent black Palace.
"Petty. This Palace is not even a tenth of the Heavenly Palace." Gonggong shook his head and commented.
"This is a restriction formation illusion. Don't talk nonsense. Erase the remaining Primordial Spirit within this Cauldron before making further plans."
Xuanming, Dijiang, Shebishi, Rushou, Jumang, Dijiang, Houtu, Zhulong, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Yanzi roared wildly, transforming into their true bodies. Gonggong and Zhurong also followed behind them. The twelve Ancestral Witches surged forward, rushing towards the Palace! The magnificent Palace was covered in restrictions, but in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars, they were easily blasted into Dust. They were like bandits who had broken into the imperial palace, roaring and smashing everything inside the Palace into Dust.
"Who dares to trespass here?"
In the Great Hall, a man identical to Taishan Fujun, wearing a black Emperor's Crown, sat high on the Throne. Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches kill their way in, he stood up and shouted angrily, his Voice like thunder, rolling and vast, his momentum immense.
The next second, this man, along with the elevated Throne he sat on, was blasted into Dust by the joint attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
This man was a Trace of Soul and Primordial Spirit left by Taishan Fujun when he refined the Underworld Cauldron. When combined with his true body, he could unleash the Mysteries of the Underworld Cauldron. However, even in his prime, holding the Underworld Cauldron, Taishan Fujun was still beaten into Dust by the joint efforts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Much less when there was only a Trace of Soul and Primordial Spirit here.
After the Twelve Ancestral Witches shattered Taishan Fujun's Primordial Spirit, they once again released the Du Tian Underworld King Banner, drawing out the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Demonic Fire. Demonic Clouds rolled, and they began refining the innate restrictions within the Underworld Cauldron one by one.
A thousand li away from the Incident Area in Japan, thousands of meters beneath the vast Ocean, immortal music intertwined. Large Crystal Palaces were concealed within layers of Barriers.
shrimp soldiers and crab generals shuttled back and forth within. clam girls and dragon girls carried fruit plates and dishes, walking between the Palaces. Seawater surged outside the Palace, but there was not a single drop of water inside the Crystal Palace.
This was the Crystal Palace where the Dragon King of this World resided. The main hall of the Crystal Palace was resplendent with gold and jade, with light mist curtains and colorful gauze clouds. Flutes and pipes played softly. More than a dozen aquatic race beauties, dressed in palace gowns and light gauze, danced in the center. Several crystal jade tables were placed on both sides, laden with fine wine, delicious food, and rare fruits, their fragrance assaulting the nostrils and whetting the appetite. However, the Dragon King, as the Master, adopted a humble and subservient posture, constantly observing the complexions of the two distinguished Guests while toasting, deeply fearing that he might offend them and cause his entire Aquatic Race to be wiped out.
After all, the tragic experience of the Gods of Takamagahara was still fresh in his memory.
The Dragon King did not invite many Guests, only four or five. However, besides the Dragon King himself, there was only one man, dressed in a flowing daoist robe, with an air of immortality and detachment, his ethereal temperament causing the aquatic race beauties performing song and dance to cast glances at him from time to time.
However, the man only focused on playing with the black cauldron in his hand, seemingly completely oblivious to the graceful clam girls and dragon girls around him.
This unusual scene caused Selene, who was full of exotic charm beside him, to frequently turn and look at her Boss, suspecting that he had been drained dry by some little demon today, as this was completely out of character for him.
Sitting across from this daoist was a palace-dressed female immortal, dressed as an Empress. Below the female immortal sat another woman, dressed in a stylish and simple white shirt, paired with slim-fit jeans, showcasing her graceful body curves. She was dressed like a modern urban woman, completely out of place in the Dragon Palace.
This urban woman looked at the palace-dressed female immortal, who was Queen Mother of the West, with undisguised hatred in her eyes.
"Acha! If you look at me like that again, I will suppress you under Kunlun Wastes for five hundred years as a warning to others!"
Queen Mother of the West glanced at Acha and warned her.
"Really? I don't believe it. Did you sleep with him too!" Acha retorted sarcastically: "I don't believe he's on your side!"
Saying this, Acha looked at Tang Song, just about to ask him whose side he was on.
As she looked, she saw two black and white Spiritual Lights faintly rotating in Tang Song's eyes, and a hazy aura that made people dare not look directly at him gradually spread from within his body.
At the same time, the Underworld Cauldron in his hand also emitted an ancient and majestic aura.
(end of chapter)
