Chapter 161: Entering the Underworld, Da'an Temple

After entering the old well, Fang Wang could not see anything, and his spiritual sense could not be detected. He could only maintain the defensive restrictions of the Heavenly Dao Yulong Crown and the Golden Scale White Feathered Robe and kept falling.

A mysterious suction dragged him, and he did not resist hard, wanting to pass through the bottom of the well.

This time, he was sure that the bottom of the old well could lead to the underworld.

He had fallen for more than ten miles, but still had not reached the bottom.

Speaking of which, although he could spy on the underworld, he had never been there. He was full of expectations for the underworld and the Nine Nether inheritance.

"Come... Come..."

As Fang Wang fell longer and longer, the mysterious voice in his ears became clearer and clearer, as if the evil demon was whispering and guiding him.

Jiuyou Zhenren's strength was far inferior to his, and he could successfully inherit the Nine Nether inheritance, so he naturally had confidence.

Of course, he had to consider that perhaps Jiuyou Zhenren after obtaining the inheritance was another person.

The so-called Nine Nether inheritance might also be a trap.

In any case, Fang Wang had to be cautious.

Although he is arrogant when facing the enemy, every time he kills the enemy, he will kill the opponent with all his strength and never delay if he can kill.

His arrogance is sometimes a strategy to put psychological pressure on the enemy.

For a long time.

Fang Wang suddenly felt the suction disappear. He immediately opened his eyes and his vision was restored. He looked carefully and was still in the Abandoned Heaven Secret Realm, but the sky was dark red and everything seemed dim. He lowered his head and looked down and saw the dilapidated yard.

There was also an old well in the yard, exactly the same as when he came. He seemed to come from the bottom of the well to the sky and fell into the old well again.

Fang Wang quickly landed in the yard. He came to the old well and probed into the well with his consciousness. He felt the suction again.

It seems that this old well is the place where the two worlds shuttle.

Fang Wang came to the wall of the courtyard and looked up. Before coming to the underworld, he saw many dead souls climbing out of the well. Why can't he see the dead souls when he came to the underworld?

There is something strange!

Fang Wang listened carefully, looking for the mysterious voice from before.

"Come on... I can't hold on any longer..."

The mysterious voice became extremely weak, as if it was at the end of its strength.

After Fang Wang determined the direction from which the voice came, he flew away on his sword. His speed was not fast, and he was not worried about the mysterious voice at all.

Along the way, he was observing the underworld.

The underworld was filled with an invisible pressure, which made him, a creature in the Yang world, feel unstable and like he was about to be expelled at any time, but this feeling was weakening. He felt that it was the effect of Tiandao Zhengong.

Yin and Yang were separated, but Tiandao Zhengong contained the mystery of Yin and Yang Xuanming Zhengong, which allowed him to perfectly integrate into the underworld.

Soon, Fang Wang finally saw the soul of the underworld. It was a three-legged elephant as big as a mountain, with two legs in the front half and only one thigh in the back half, which was thicker than the front two legs. Its trunk was longer than the whole body, and the two tusks on the side of the trunk were winding up and extremely sharp.

From a distance, the elephant soul exudes a strong sense of oppression. It is hard to imagine how strong it was when it was alive.

The elephant soul glanced at Fang Wang with an indifferent look, just glanced at him, and then continued to move forward.

When Fang Wang flew over its head, it still did not attack.

Fang Wang suddenly became curious, did it enter the underworld after death, or did it originally belong to the underworld?

On the way forward, Fang Wang encountered more and more souls. Unlike the dead in the world of the living, the souls in the underworld can move freely.

In the world of the living, after the death of a living being, the soul will be trapped in the land of death, either entering reincarnation or accumulating resentment to become evil spirits. Only after a long period of practice can it be free.

Move forward all the way.

After about a hundred miles, a large number of souls appeared in front of them, densely packed, floating between the mountains and fields, and also covering the sky.

When Fang Wang approached, these souls turned their heads to look at him, and each of their eyes burst into a terrifying red light.

Fang Wang sighed lightly, and he knew it was not that easy.

He was not afraid, and lifted his left hand up, and the Six-Combination Eight-Desolation Seal soared up and shone on his head. He threw the Heavenly Palace Halberd into his left hand, and condensed the Rainbow Sword in his right hand, accelerating forward.

"Roar——"

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, countless souls in front immediately rushed towards Fang Wang, and the momentum was only stronger than that of the ghost domain of Jiuyou Zhenren.

Fang Wang directly used the Sword of Immortal Execution of Ghosts and Gods, and the ghosts and gods appeared behind him. He moved forward and swung the sword, and a spectacular sword energy of Immortal Execution swept across the sky, killing one soul after another.

Each sword took away at least thousands of souls, and it was not a simple annihilation, but a direct devouring!

When Fang Wang killed into the endless souls, the souls were not frightened by the Sword of Immortal Execution of Ghosts and Gods, but became more irritable and rushed towards him frantically.

Fang Wang swung the sword all the way, and the ghosts and gods followed suit, and the sword energy of Immortal Execution swept in different directions, unstoppable.

After galloping for dozens of miles, Fang Wang still failed to kill the soul army, but the ghost behind him grew taller, the sword shadow in his hand was twenty feet long, and his momentum continued to increase.

Fang Wang was thinking while fighting, could this be the first level of the Nine Nether inheritance?

He stopped in a hurry and kept swinging his sword on the spot, killing and absorbing the souls.

This scene was far more spectacular than the previous battle with Jiuyou Zhenren. The formation of Changsheng Pavilion could not be projected, and Fang Wang had disappeared in all the pictures. The spectators were not surprised by this, and they all understood that Fang Wang had entered the land of opportunity.

Although the formation of Changsheng Pavilion was exquisite, it could not touch every corner of Qitian Secret Realm, otherwise the trial would not be held.

The trial itself also had the meaning of exploration.

Fang Wang was immersed in the battle, and his spiritual power was consumed very quickly. Fortunately, the speed at which ghosts and gods became stronger was also very fast.

During the battle, Fang Wang was also thinking about the path of the Great Sage.

He vaguely felt that the Great Sage was not a realm, but a status recognized by heaven and earth.

The Great Sage of Subduing Dragons and the Great Sage of Zhuxian seemed to have the ability to shuttle between the Yin and Yang realms. The Great Sage of Subduing Dragons' Yin and Yang Xuanming True Skill was enough to prove it, and the Great Sage of Zhuxian's Zhuxian Ghost Sword was nourished by the power of the Yin Realm. How could he not have been to the Yin Realm?

Fang Wang made up his mind that he would ask Zhou Xue about the Great Sage next time he saw her.

After all, Zhou Xue had ascended to heaven before, and seeing the Great Sage from the upper realm, she must have known more.

In this way, half an hour passed, and Fang Wang had killed his way out of this world, and the dense army of souls disappeared. He then landed on a cliff and began to meditate and absorb energy.

Frequently using the Sword of Immortal Executioner Ghost God consumed a lot of his spiritual power. He did not use the spiritual power stored in the Heavenly Dao Yulong Crown. That was only used when it was absolutely necessary. He didn't know how much trouble would come next, so he had to be cautious.

The mysterious voice was still echoing in his ears, urging him to go over. This voice had a bewitching effect. If Fang Wang hadn't possessed the Heavenly Dao True Skill, he might have been deceived.

Two days later.

Fang Wang's spiritual power recovered to a sufficient level, and he continued on his way.

Two days later, the mysterious voice was still there, which meant that the other party was not extremely anxious.

Fang Wang stepped on the flying sword and moved forward, while thinking about the origin of the mysterious voice.

After walking for about a hundred miles, the front was filled with wind and sand, covering the sky and the sun, and it looked like a dangerous place.

Fang Wang hesitated for a moment and continued to move forward. Since he had come here, the only clue was the guidance of the mysterious voice. He could only move forward, unless he encountered an existence that he could not defeat, then he could only retreat.

The Six-Combination Eight-Desolation Seal shone on Fang Wang's head, and golden light fell down, like a golden umbrella, and the wind and sand could not cover its light.

Fang Wang's spiritual sense spread out, and he explored the surroundings while moving forward.

His spiritual sense could only cover an area of ​​ten miles in radius. This wind and sand was strange!

Fang Wang suddenly missed Xiao Zi. If it was there, at least he would not be so tense and boring at the moment.

Not long after, Fang Wang saw the outline of a building in front of him. It was very huge and located in the air. When he got closer, he found that there was a huge mountain in front of him. The huge building was a temple located halfway up the mountain.

He quickly flew out of the sandstorm and looked up. Endless sandstorms surrounded the majestic mountain, but the sandstorms did not spread up the mountain, as if some force was restraining the sandstorms.

Because of the sandstorms, the already dark mountain seemed to be in the dark.

Fang Wang came to the gate of the temple. The gate was thirty feet high and nearly ten feet wide. There were four big characters engraved on the tall plaque.

Da'an Yuan Temple!

On both sides of the gate stood two stone statues, which looked like unicorns and lions with long horns. They were lifelike, with eyes like torches, as if they would come alive at any time.

The gate opened a gap, and it was dark inside.

When he got here, the mysterious voice was already extremely loud, as if someone was standing in front of Fang Wang and shouting:

"Come in quickly... I can't hold on anymore... Quick..."

In the dark night, Da'an Yuan Temple looked so gloomy, and the mysterious voice Fang Wang heard was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, which made him frown.

Fang Wang's spiritual sense probed into the gate, but was bounced off by an invisible restriction and could not spy.

His eyes were stern, and he threw out the Tiangong Ji fiercely.

With a bang!

The Tiangong Ji smashed the gate with great force, and then rushed into the temple, cutting through the darkness all the way, and nailed on a huge wooden pillar.

Fang Wang squinted and saw that the Tiangong Ji was located a thousand meters away, just nailed on the doorpost of a hall in the inner courtyard. Something seemed to be surging in the darkness on both sides, looming.

"I didn't expect that a living person would break into this place. It seems that it was that guy who did it!"

"Tsk tsk, such a hot breath. If you eat him, you can save a thousand years of practice."

"Hahaha, he is so small, how to divide it?"

"Don't eat it. It's not easy to meet a living thing. Let me play with it!"

A series of cold laughter came from the Da'an Yuan Temple, both men and women, all with murderous tones.

In the darkness, these voices made people's scalps numb.

Fang Wang was a little scared, after all, it was the first time he encountered such a situation, but he did not panic. He was no longer the young monk who had ventured into the Great Sage Cave Heaven, and would not be frightened by evil spirits.

He raised his left hand and took back the Tiangong Halberd through the air.

The Tiangong Halberd was pulled out and flew backwards towards Fang Wang.

At this moment, a black hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed the halberd shaft. This black hand was covered with black scales and its nails were as sharp as claws.

Fang Wang frowned and stared at the black hand.