Chapter 265: Death and the Way

The Northern Territory is an uninhabited area that has not been visited by humans for thousands of years.

Because of a special thunder disaster, countless monks came.

There were gusts of wind in the sky and dark clouds covered the sky.

Even though the aura of the heavenly calamity had dissipated, the dark clouds continued to grow thicker, and gradually purple-red lightning began to appear.

"Rumble..."

The sound of thunder was like that coming from a battlefield where thousands of horses were galloping, endlessly, carrying an inexplicable evil spirit that made people feel cold in their hearts and chills on their backs.

The wind was blowing coldly and the howling sound seemed to come from the Netherworld, making people inexplicably feel a fear that came from the depths of their souls.

Gray-black goose-feather snow fell from the dark clouds, getting heavier and heavier, soon burying the broken mountains and rivers covering hundreds of thousands of miles in thick snow.

The wind and snow added a bit of desolation, misery and bleakness to the world.

Wave after wave of evil came out from the wind and snow, and then merged with the source energy escaping from deep within the earth, forming wave after wave of horrifying evil storms.

Millions of miles of mountains and rivers seemed like a Shura battlefield covered with snow.

A strong smell of blood floated faintly in the wind and snow, adding a bit of murderous intent to this snowy land.

Many monks who came from the Divine City soon stopped after entering this snowy land.

The closer you get to the center of the snowstorm, the more you feel like a guillotine is hanging over your head.

The cultivators whose cultivation level was lower than that of the great masters did not dare to move forward after only advancing less than 100,000 miles.

However, the powerful men from various tribes who came from the City of God wanted to know what happened to the mysterious king who killed the two ancestral kings.

But before they walked far, they saw densely packed large void cracks vaguely appearing in the void.

Those huge cracks in the void all exuded a terrifying murderous aura, as if they were knife marks left by the most powerful people.

Even though the battle is over, the murderous intent in the knife mark still remains, and even the void cannot heal it.

It's not that it can't heal, but the healing process is very slow.

It seems that this area filled with large void cracks will take dozens of days to return to its original state.

Moreover, those huge cracks in the void seemed to be connected to the mysterious world of death, and waves of pure Taiyin death energy escaped from those cracks.

The terrifying deadly cold turned the nearby snowflakes into omnipresent killing weapons.

The powerful ones at the great power level could no longer move forward.

Some people thought they had great magical powers and planned to use their magic weapons to break through the area full of large void cracks and force their way to the center of the snowstorm.

"Oh!"

"Wow!"

Those brave and powerful men were all turned into debris on the ground in the horrific gray-black snowstorm, and they couldn't even put up a resistance.

"This is the killing power at the saint level." Some learned people recognized the power that could directly destroy even the powerful.

A drop of blood or a hair of a saint can kill a powerful person.

For the powerful in front of the saint, it seems as if there is a dimensional gap, and there is no possibility of defeating the saint at all.

However, some kings of the ancient tribe did not want to be blocked outside.

Someone summoned a holy weapon and created a safe passage in the void crack area.

Then a dozen ancient royal families entered the central area of ​​the snowstorm.

"Oh no! The kings of the ancient tribes got there first." said a powerful human being.

"We must not let these kings of the ancient clans get ahead of us. I have some knowledge of Source Art and can use the Source Energy emitted from this place to open up a safe passage for everyone. However, I need the magic power of ten fellow Taoists to help. I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to go in with me to take a look." A master of Source Art from an ancient family in the Northern Territory spoke up.

“Fellow Daoist Nangong, please display your magical powers immediately. We are willing to provide you with magical support.” A powerful person from a major sect in the Northern Territory said.

“Fellow Daoist Nangong, please cast the spell immediately. That senior might not have survived the thunder tribulation, and his relics must not be obtained by the kings of the ancient clans.” Another powerful human spoke up.

Soon, several powerful people from top holy places or ancient families expressed their support for Nangong Ya.

Then, Nangong Ya, who came from the Nangong family, one of the four ancient families of source arts, used the source art to open up a passage leading directly to the center of Tongxue ten feet underground with the help of the source energy that escaped from the deep earth veins.

Afterwards, dozens of powerful human beings went together along the passage to cross the dangerous void rift area.

When they came out of the underground safe passage, they saw a horrific battlefield.

The collapsed mountain was covered with traces of knife and axe cuts, and each trace was filled with the aura of beheading immortals and destroying the way of Taoism.

In many places, there were patches of land dyed red with blood. Above those bloody lands, there was still a fiery breath, as if a pure yang energy was burning.

The cold wind and snow could not cool down the areas covered with hot blood.

Horrible blood-red spots appeared on the snow one after another.

The smallest one is only one foot square, while the largest one is several miles wide.

They are densely scattered over an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles.

Some people tried to extract some blood from those blood spots and take it back for research.

However, as soon as he used the magic weapon to collect the blood-stained mud, it was shattered by the murderous aura emanating from the blood mud.

Such a terrifying murderous aura made all the powerful people change color.

If they were unfortunate enough to step onto those blood-stained areas, they would probably be killed directly, right?
Along the safe black snow, everyone walked thousands of miles.

Then I saw the kings of the ancient tribe who had come in early.

They actually stopped.

After seeing this scene, the powerful human beings avoided it from a distance.

Then I saw from another direction why they stopped.

In front of those ancient creatures, the body parts of the Earth Spirit King were scattered.

It was as if he had been hacked to pieces.

Only the head that was cut off by Li Zhi remained intact.

The strong and immortal holy body seemed to be run over by a chariot of ten thousand blades.

It's already in a mess.

Among the horrific corpse pieces, not a single one possessed the life energy of a saint.

The power left in those corpses is pure death, evil and murderous intent.

If no one deals with it, the evil spirit will not dissipate for thousands of years.

This place will truly turn into a bad land.

Fortunately, the corpses were only scattered in a small area and could not hinder their progress.

After bypassing the land of corpses, they came to a broken mountain range.

But when they got closer, they found that it was not a mountain range at all.

Rather, it is a wrinkled area squeezed out on the ground after a big hole was smashed into the earth.

But the crowd did not rush forward.

Instead, stay outside the wrinkled area and observe.

From time to time, gray mist escaped from the cracks in the broken rocks.

After the mist dissipates, it will turn into the coldest murderous aura, as if it wants to kill all the monks who approach that powerful person.

Those ancient kings used their holy weapons to protect their bodies, opened up a piece of pure land with a radius of only a few dozen feet, and then slowly flew into the sky.

Looking down from the sky, they could see the entire picture of the pit.

The diameter is only a few dozen miles, but the pit is bottomless.

Moreover, there was a thick layer of gray mist covering the bottom of the pit, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

At this moment, a humanoid creature wearing red armor and with a layer of bright red fish scales on his face appeared beside the ancient kings.

"Greetings, Red Scale Ancestor King." Those ancient kings saluted that man one after another.

On the other side, the group of powerful human beings also saw the figure of the Red Scale King.

"Has the saint of Tianxuan arrived?" someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Some powerful people showed their concerns.

"What should we do now? Now that the Ancestor King is here, we won't have any chance." A powerful man also said.

“Wait and see, with such a big commotion, those ancient kings have been alarmed. The saints of my human race will definitely not sit idly by.” In the sky that they could not see, Wei Yi, who had lived in Tianxuan Stone Square all year round, had arrived.

He seemed to be able to see through the mysterious mist covering the pit, and his eyes showed an extremely shocked look.

The fact that it could shock a great sage-level warrior was enough to show how surprising what he saw was.

On the other side, the king of the ancient tribe asked the Red Scale Ancestor King: "Lord Red Scale, do you want us to clean up those humans first?"

"Don't pay attention to them." The Red Scale King vaguely sensed a sense of danger from the direction where those powerful human beings were staying.

Then he took action to disperse the mysterious mist in the pit.

After the mist was stimulated, mysterious sword auras immediately emitted from it, and it seemed that each sword aura could directly cause the great king to bleed.

Even the Red Scale Ancestral King had to deal with it carefully.

When the mist dissipated, everyone could see the truth at the bottom of the pit.

A bone guillotine that was ten feet tall lay quietly at the bottom of the pit.

On the base of the guillotine, there are mysterious carvings of saints bleeding, holy weapons broken, and dead gods lying dead.

At this time, the guillotine had been closed and no one felt the sharpness of the blade.

But there was some sacred blood on the base of the guillotine, and that blood was slowly being absorbed by the guillotine.

Although no murderous aura was released, all the kings and mighty men present felt a killing intent from the guillotine that would kill anyone who touched it.

It's as if once locked by a guillotine, there is no possibility of survival.

Even the Red Scale Ancestral King felt a deadly threat from the bone guillotine.

The guillotine was not the thing that frightened them the most.

On both sides of the guillotine, there was a head and a headless corpse, which were their targets.

The headless corpse was at least ten feet tall and was wearing a suit of armor with holes all over it.

His head was covered by his loose hair, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

However, the wound on the headless corpse's neck made everyone feel that their necks were not secure.

The neatly cut spine, flesh, throat, etc. are clearly visible.

There seemed to be a mysterious vitality that made the blood on the neck still exude a vigorous life force.

At the same time, a mysterious and terrifying force of law emanated from the wound.

Normally, this kind of head-and-body separation injury is just a minor injury for a king.

However, the body that fell in front of the guillotine did not recover.

It seemed as if his soul was chopped off by the guillotine.

"With such a tall stature, is he really the king of our human race?" Some human beings felt incredible.

"Could it be that he has cultivated a 100-foot-tall golden body, so his real body is so tall?" another powerful human pondered.

"It's not the six-foot-tall golden body of Buddhism. It looks like the true body of the legendary gods and demons." said another powerful man.

"Why do I feel that he is still emitting a strong aura of Taoism? Could it be that his soul is not dead? But why can't I sense the breath of his soul?" A powerful man also asked in confusion.

"I understand now. His body has reached the level of a saint, which is why the rich Taoist charm remains even after his death." A powerful human being suddenly realized.

As if he had heard the discussions of those powerful human beings, the king of the ancient tribe laughed with contempt.

Then they asked the Red Scale Ancestor King: "Sir, why did this person die but his Taoism did not dissipate? Could it be that his life-defining magic weapon came to life?"

The Red Scale Ancestor King did not answer them. Instead, he stared at the head covered by hair and said, "Let me see your true appearance."

Then he sent out a holy force from a distance, blowing away the hair that was covering the head.

"I know him, he is the Taoist of Longevity." Suddenly a powerful human exclaimed.

"How could it be him?" On the side of the Taikoo clan, a king from the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest showed an incredible look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist from the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, do you know this human race?" asked the king from the Primitive Lake.

"He is the prince of the Golden Dragon Emperor." The King of Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest said with a trembling voice.

"What, he is an ancient prince? How is this possible? This person clearly exudes the aura of human blood." The kings of the ancient clan were dumbfounded.

“Your Highness has mastered a secret technique that dates back to the ancient times of the immortals. He possesses two great forms of the avenue, and his body can change between pure-blooded human and pure-blooded dragon at will.” The King of the Ten Thousand Dragons’ Nest hurriedly explained to everyone.

"Then what are we waiting for? We must not let your Highness' body be exposed in the wilderness." A king of the ancient tribe said hastily.

The Red Scale Ancestor King did not say anything, but stared at Li Zhi's head.

"Lord Chilin, please collect the prince's body." The King of Ten Thousand Dragons Nest said to the Ancestor King Chilin.

But the Red Scale Ancestor King ignored him and continued to stare at Li Zhi's body with his head and body separated.

Just when everyone was puzzled, blood suddenly began to spurt out from the neck of Li Zhi's headless body.

The mysterious laws of the avenue that originally hindered the healing of the body began to slowly disappear.

It seemed as if it was baptized by the blood that had just spurted out.

"Dragon blood, how can there be such pure dragon blood?" Some powerful people from the human race exclaimed.

It was a kind of pure dragon blood that had never been seen before, as if it was the blood that only a real dragon could possess.

The dragon blood even exudes a unique fragrance similar to that of an elixir of life.

After everyone smelled those aromas, they felt like their souls were sublimated.

At this moment, a trace of extreme greed flashed in the eyes of the Red Scale Ancestor King.

Then he reached out his big hand and tried to grab Li Zhi's body at the bottom of the pit.

But when his big hand was about to touch the bottom of the pit, a ray of fairy light fell from the sky and directly shattered the big hand.

"Who is it? Come out." The Red Scale King shouted directly to the sky.

"That is the corpse of the king of our human race. There is no need for you, the ancient clan, to collect it." Tianxuan Wei Yi's voice sounded faintly above the heads of those human race mighty men.

"Do you have the qualifications to compete with me for this spiritual corpse?" The Red Scale King looked at Wei Yi with a sneer on his face and did not take Wei Yi seriously.

He had no idea what level Wei Yi had reached.

"Look, the body of Taoist Changshou is moving."

Just when everyone thought that the saint of the human race and the ancestor king of the ancient race were going to start fighting again, a powerful person among the human race shouted in surprise.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn back.

Li Zhi's headless corpse was seen slowly being chopped up on the bone beheading platform, and then the blade on his neck began to glow.

The head immediately flew back onto the neck.

"Awwww..."

Everyone seemed to hear the wailing sound of a real dragon before its death from his body.

"Tick, tick..."

Suddenly, blood rain began to fall from the dark clouds rising from the pit.

The mysterious sacrificial sounds seemed to be recalled between heaven and earth.

Just like the funeral music played at the funeral of an ancient emperor, an atmosphere that made people unable to hold back their tears emanated from him.

But after the head and body grew back.

There was still no trace of spiritual fluctuation in Li Zhi's body.

His eyes were closed, like a walking corpse.

He grabbed the White Bone Beheading Platform with one hand, and the Beheading Platform immediately turned into a six-foot-long sword.

It is in perfect harmony with his ten-foot-tall real body.

Then, an overwhelming murderous intent to slay immortals and destroy gods burst out from Li Zhi.

After seeing this scene, everyone present's face changed drastically.

Even the Great Sage Wei Yi and the Red Scale Ancestor King were no exception.

They felt the breath of heavenly calamity from Li Zhi.

It seemed that being targeted by Li Zhi was like being targeted by a heavenly tribulation.

(End of this chapter)