Repugnant Gateway

Chapter 895 - King Dazang

Chapter 895 – King Dazang

The golden core burst out from Monk Qing Cang’s stomach. The terrifying hellish power contained in it had already disappeared. The bead was perfectly round and sparkling. Although it was no longer as bright as it was before, it no longer possessed a demonic light and appeared to be somewhat pure and holy. That was a monkey’s Ten Thousand Year Golden Elixir. He was tricked by the Buddha back then, and at this very moment, he was back in hell seeing the light of day.

The Divisions Monk’s Cultivation Power had all returned to his body, but his previous injuries were also very severe. He took ouellet that Qu Liuxi gave him from his spatial tool and swallowed it.

Yatuo Angge who was blasted intulp laughed out loud, laughing wildly: “Take the medicine, what use do you have taking the medicine? I know that you were able to enter hell because the Buddha gave you the sariras of the Great Cangming King, right? But a single sariras can only last for at most twelve hours. You’ve been in hell for some time, and I guess you don’t have much time left. It’s too late for you to go back. The Jindan of you and that damn monkey will be sealed in this hell with me forever. ”

The Monk of Divisions took a deep breath, “Yes, you are right …” The sariras could only last for twelve hours. There were only a few minutes left. But so what? Even if I were to stay in this hell, I will still have to return the monkey’s aurous core. ”

He looked at the Great Zang Ming King’s sariras in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed them.

“When I came in, I had no intention of going out alive.”

The power of hell on the sariras was completely absorbed into the Divisions Monk’s body. His body trembled violently, as if it would split open at any moment. He gripped Monkey’s Jindan tightly, gritted his teeth and flew up into the air. “Wait for me to send the Jindan out, then I will come back and die together with you.”

The power of hell frantically devoured the life of the Divisions monk, causing his face to become even paler and the surroundings around him to turn black. Divisions knew that the energy of hell was constantly eroding his body, first his physical body, and then his soul. He no longer had time to go out. Relying on the remaining power of the sariras, he could at most reach the edge of hell.

In front of him was a distinct line of black and white. It was the restrictions of hell and the mortal world. The Divisions Monk wobbled and flew here, taking off his black cassock and wrapping it around his Jindan. His hands were trembling violently, as if he would collapse at any time. After wrapping the Jindan up, Divisions roared towards the top, “Monkey, no matter if it’s Qing Cang, me, or the Buddhist Sect … Your grudge can be written off today! ”

He fiercely threw it, and the dark cassock wrapped around the Jindan and flew out. The monastic robe exploded with a bang as it passed through the restrictive barrier. Even sucrecious treasure couldn’t withstand the damage from the passage through the yin and yang realms. Without a suitable cultivation method, this treasure was only a sacrifice. The Divisions Monk knew that if he was protected by the cassock, he would not be able to leave because he was a living person and the attack on his Aurous Core was much lower than the attack on a person.

Shattered dark black robes flew down one by one, following Divisions’s body and falling down one by one. The process seemed to be endless. Divisions closed his eyes, not knowing how long he was going to fall for. ‘s terrifying and savage laughter seemed to come from beneath him, but if one listened carefully, it was clear that there was only despair left.

With a bang, the Divisions monk landed on the ground and stirred up the thick layer of dust on the ground. Pieces of dark monastic robes fell on him, as if they were a quilt, as if they were a shroud for his body.

Caloro City.

An Zheng’s body had already expanded to the limit. He used all of his strength to absorb the energy from hell, firstly to prevent Yatuo Angge from taking back more energy from his body, and secondly to help the monk from Divisions find the location of the clone.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on for another second, even the Reverse Scale Armor wouldn’t be able to hold on to the surging hell energy in his body.

But at this moment, the surging power from the Infernal Realm came to a sudden halt. The black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out like dancing butterflies. An Zheng, who was already like a balloon, laughed so unbridled.

“Your doppelganger in the Infernal Realm is dead.”

An Zheng rushed towards the distant Yatuo Angge like a bomb. At this time, Yatuo Angge, who had a premonition that he was about to die, did not dare to face An Zheng head on. He turned and ran. An Zheng looked like a big fat balloon, but his speed was extremely fast. It actually looked a bit … Idiot.

“Heaven’s Eye, how much power can I store in my Blood Pearl Bracelet’s dimension?”

Heaven’s Eye’s voice replied, It’s full.

“Show me a move!”

An Zheng roared.

The surplus Cultivation Power stored for An Zheng in the Blood Pearl s space, mixed with a large amount of hell power, formed a mutated Heavenly Thunder Shower, which appeared behind the rapidly flying Yatuo Angge right in front of him. A black disk witurple hexagram appeared. Streams of heavenly lightning shot out from the hexagram and struck Yatuo Angge in one blow, hitting him from behind. A moment later, Yatuo Angge was blasted to pieces.

“If you stole the teachings of the Buddhist Sect to deceive people, do you still remember the four words, Heavenly Samsara!”

An Zheng chased after him from behind, and fiercely inhaled in a breath of air before blasting all the hell’s power out of his body. “Didn’t you want the power of hell? I’ll give you everything! ”

An Zheng’s hands fiercely pushed forward, and a black orb of light appeared between his two hands. Purple lightning unceasingly flashed within. After a split-second, a black electric dragon shot out from the sphere of light. The black light was thick and fierce, smashing right at Yatuo Angge’s back.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Yatuo Angge’s body was like a falling fighter jet, plummeting to the ground while emitting black smoke. Bang! A huge pit was created on the ground. An Zheng immediately followed and rushed over, pointing forward with his finger, and countless streams of purple sword Qis chased after him. One sword and one sword shot out likhunderstorm, smashing into the deep pit. That scene was so shocking.

After the intense and terrifying bombardment, a basin with a diameter of over three miles appeared on the ground. The entire ground seemed to have been dug up, and it was at leasundred meters deep. Dense dust flew into the air, as if it was a fog that could not be seen through. An Zheng’s body fell, staggering and almost falling.

The overuse of the power of hell coupled with the fact that he had overused his own Cultivation Power, made the current An Zheng so weak that he could collapse at any time.

Right at this moment, the black rune array formation that had almost completely dissipated, suddenly released a final burst of light, then a sparkling jade bead rushed out from the last small array in the sky, and landed beside An Zheng’s body along a flaming trajectory. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the pearl, his eyes filled with grief.

That was Monkey’s Ten Thousand Year Golden Pellet. Divisions Monk said that even if he had to stay in hell forever, he must help him get it back. Now that the Jindan was back, An Zheng’s heart could not relax. The golden pellet returned, but the Divisions did not.

He held the Jindan tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

After a while, An Zheng slipped down the edge of the deep pit and walked to the bottom of the pit. Yatuo Angge’s cultivation was too terrifying, even though he was killed by An Zheng’s powerful attack, his body was not completely destroyed. One arm was lying not far from An Zheng, and the other half of it was lying on the ground half a thigh away. An Zheng took a few steps forward, and saw that there was half a head in the distance. Those eyes were still open, as though they were looking at An Zheng with hatred.

An Zheng raised his hand and a Sword Qi shot out, smashing the other half of the head into pieces. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange.

“Heaven’s Eye, look around. I feel like there’s something else hidden.”

An Zheng instructed, after that, his Heaven’s Eyes flew out from the Blood Pearl Bracelet and floated above the deep pit. Not long after, a ray of light shot down from the sky and landed behind a rock. It was as if something behind him had suddenly escaped, and Heaven’s Eyes were chasing after it relentlessly. An Zheng’s body moved as fast as lightning, he stepped over and stopped the little thing, and the thing let out a miserable howl.

An Zheng lowered his head and saw that he was stepping on half of the heart.

Strangely, there was a gaping hole in the heart. With a venomous tone, he said, “If you won’t let me go, I won’t let you go either. I curse you with my last breath of life. I possess the supreme power of the curse. You will not be able to escape this calamity, so I will wait for you in hell! ”

An Zheng laughed coldly, “Curse? As far as I know, curses require at least two conditions. First, you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and secondly, you have to know my name and the word ‘birth.’ “You don’t even know fart, who are you trying to scare?”

He exerted force under his feet and stomped the other half of his heart intulp. A mournful cry sounded out, and it soared straight into the sky. The last bit of life force contained within the heart turned into black mist and floated up. Soon, it dissipated in the sky.

An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do the most right now was to return the Jindan to the monkey. That was the promise Divisions Monk made with his life, a trust that could not be betrayed. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly realized that there was something black that was different from normal stones. He went over to take a look and discovered that it was a broken spatial artifact. After wiping away the remaining breath of Yatuo Angge, he poured out the contents of the spatial artifact.

With a crashing sound, the items inside almost piled up into a small mountain. There were two things that made An Zheng pay extra attention to, a bright purple longsword, it was clearly the style of the longsword that the cultivators of Central Plains were used to. He bent down and picked up the sword. Two words were carved into the ancient scabbard.

Tianshu.

The Dao Sect’s most valuable treasure, the Dubhe Sword.

The Seven Swords of the Central Plains, Heaven Slaughter, Tian Tu, and Tian Shu were all in An Zheng’s hands. The other sword was taken by his master, Chen Xiaoyao. I don’t know if it’s fate, but An Zheng seems to have a very strong connection with these seven swords.

The other item waalm-sized pill furnace. It was purple, and on it were countless Sanskrit words that An Zheng could not read at all. Judging from the Qi on the pill furnace, An Zheng was sure that it was the Primeval Pill Furnace. This pill furnace was originally a treasure of the Central Plains’ Purple-Rank. After that, it was modified by a master blacksmith from the Western Regions. The symbols of the Central Plains Dao Sect were erased and replaced with words from the Western Regions.

Yatuo Angge had roamed the Western Regions for many years, and he was strong enough to threaten the Buddha Sect. Of course, he had a lot of good things. He had brought this spatial artifact with him, and it was obvious that it was the strongest item in his possession. An Zheng put away all the things before going to meet Qu Liuxi and the others.

At this moment, in hell.

The Divisions Monk’s body had already completely stiffened, and the last bit of life force slipped out from his body. The distant Yatuo Angge had already died, only anger and unwillingness remained on his face. The two were lying in an empty hall, it really did seem like fate.

After an unknown period of time, the Monk’s body suddenly lit up, and turned inted light, entering the Divisions Monk’s brain. A moment later, a red swastika symbol appeared on the forehead of the Divisions monk. The dark black robe that had already been torn into pieces suddenly flashed with a golden light. It quickly reassembled and returned to its original shape. The dark golden lines on it were exceptionally bright and distinct, and runes flickered.

Monk Xuan Tian’s eyes were tightly shut, but he couldn’t help but sit up. He sat down cross-legged, and a jade-like lotus flower appeared below him. It was so black that it could move one’s soul. The black cassock flew up and landed on the shoulders of the Divisions monk. On the cassock, near the chest of the Divisions monk, four black and gold words appeared … Great Hidden Lord Ming.