The wind is whispering softly. The air is lingering and drifting.
The scattered black palaces of the ancient city have slowly come into view. The ancient city of the Nine Netherworlds, with its ink-black architectural style, is quite different from that of the palace of the Washed Spirits.
The architectural style of the Xiling Palace is like a pavilion with a pointed roof ridge and upturned eaves. Here, the grand halls and small pavilions, the colonnades and the rainbow Bridges are wavy, black waves.
All the palaces and pavilions have no edges, because the edges of the waves are rounded, so the style of these pavilions is also wavy and rounded.
The waves are always one after another, one after another, eventually creating a high crest that becomes the most magnificent palace in the entire ancient city: the Jingling Palace!
The waves, layer upon layer, are like big hands that lift up another big hand, and eventually all the big hands come together to form a powerful force that finally lifts up a magnificent building that has been a wonder of all time. There is no doubt that this is the most towering of the waves: Jingling Palace!
So, while Kellen was still being swept up in the fiery clouds of the Fire Root Ancestor, she had already seen from afar this magnificent and towering giant wave palace fort.
The surging demonic energy, undulating and surging, reflected the pitch-black "wave", raising another layer of demonic "wave". Demonic aura, this is the demonic aura that billows in thick smoke, and also the demonic aura that the Fire Root ancestor is worried about! The reason why the Fire Root Ancestor was in such a hurry to this second realm - the Pure Spirit Palace - was nothing but the fear of these dark and billowing demonic auras.
But he was still a step too late!
With a snap of his finger, the Fire Root ancestor sent a flash of fire, and dozens of lamps that were away from the fire had already drifted far away and rushed towards the wave Head Pavilion beneath the clouds.
The lamp was bright, but even though it was bright, it could not illuminate the overwhelming, dark and enigmatic aura that suddenly enveloped the palace of the Pure Spirit. In the thick demonic aura, there was a faint, fresh, foul stench of hostility. The grudges and laments of these malevolence prove that not long ago, a battle of demons had already taken place here.
The scene of the battle was not witnessed by the Fire Root Ancestor and his group. Looking at the surging, elusive and rampant demonic energy, the Fire Root Ancestor had already thought of many things, including, of course, the scene of the battle between the demons. But the Fire Root Ancestor did not want to restore these bloody scenes, because they were so painful to think about, how could one have the heart to watch them? How could you bear it?
The fire lamp has already illuminated several black wave-shaped pavilions. There was a strong demonic aura there, and these fire-free lamps were naturally drawn away by that thick demonic aura. The Fire Root Ancestor, having no time to think, rode on the auspicious cloud, carried the crowd, and headed straight for the lamp.
"Grandpa, what are we doing here at Jingling Palace?" Ningxiang was already puzzled.
"See if your pure spirit, Uncle Yama, is still here." "Fire Root Ancestor said.
"Is Grandpa worried that the Pure Spirit King will also disappear like the Washed Spirit King?" Ningxiang asked, pouting her lips.
"Hey - you little rascal are smart!" "Fire Root Ancestor said.
"It's not that I'm smart, but that I'm worried too! Otherwise, why would I have borrowed the Magic Sword?" "Ningxiang said. "Brother Wind, protect me!"
"How are you being smart and well-behaved now?" "Kellen smiles.
"Humph! Don't see the demonic aura? So thick, so thick demonic aura! Don't you protect me?" Ningxiang pouted her lips in a coquettish tone, clearly disregarding Kellen as a stranger long ago. In fact, Ningxiang has never treated Kellen as a stranger.
"You little rascal!" Kellen had no choice but to pick up Ningxiang and gently rub her cheek against Ningxiang's little face. This gesture was very affectionate and, of course, full of the affection of an elder brother for a younger sister.
"SHH --" After landing, Fire Root Ancestor came forward to lead the way. In his view, the place was fraught with danger and the demonic energy was surging, and every step had to be taken with great caution. Of course, the Fire Root Ancestor was not afraid of any demons or monsters, but of the legs and feet of the people, to alert the snakes!
A small black wave pavilion was right in front of him. The view is clear at the moment. The entire hall was like a wave, including the ripples that rose up, all as clear as silk and thread, distinguishable. It is impossible to tell what structure is used to support the hall, except that the waves at the bottom are wider and wider, and the waves that extend up layer by layer are narrower.
It's just like building a stone hill. The stones at the bottom are always big and numerous. The higher you go, the smaller the stones become, and the number of stones also relatively decreases. Until the very top, there is only one stone placed. This is the principle of such wave-like structures.
At the top of the wave, there is a spherical "bump" that is naturally the roof. The waves beneath the roof all turned inward, as if all the water flow had come here and been sucked back into the waves. On closer inspection, the inside of these waves turned turned into a wavy doorway.
The opening looks very small from the outside. But the further you go in, the wider inside the doorway becomes.
Strange groans came out of the wavy doorway without restraint. No one could guess what exactly was coming from these strange tones. Listen carefully. These noises are not coming from one thing but from several things at the same time!
When you get closer, you can hear clearly. The sounds of these things are too much like an animal, a wild boar. When wild boars feed in groups, they always make a "whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound. How could there be the roar of wild boars in the Langtou Pavilion, which was supposed to be a place for some strange work on ordinary days? Could it be that someone has a herd of wild boars here?
Puzzling!
It's certainly not the wild boars' roaring and rolling, and the demons of the netherworld are certainly not so funny as to keep wild boars in the office room. What are those strange cries?
The people of the Fire Root Ancestor had followed the sound in, and Diting was also very curious to know what was hidden in it, so he followed the Fire Root Ancestor. Ningxiang's little hand clung tightly to Kellen as she entered the Wave Head Hall. Linghuo Shisanjun, not to be outdone, followed Shisanjun in, looking up at his handsome and righteous face.
Just as the group entered the hall, the strange "whoosh whoosh whoosh" stopped. One by one, the "yin-Yang fire lamps" lit up. In an instant, the entire hall was illuminated with a brilliant glow, and the horrifying scene before their eyes shocked everyone's gaze. Especially Ningxiang, who was scared to tears in an instant!
Pairs of sunken eye sockets, like skeletons, black skeletons. In the skull's eye sockets, pairs of purple-red pupils, like blood, like blood soaked in the poison. Pale and lifeless, as cold as a knife.
Black snake-like patterns meandered on the black, smooth heads. It's like a watermelons covered with stripes, except that the watermelons have black, round heads and no hair. The melon pattern, however, is a kind of black, grotesque symbol, like a venomous snake or a venomous insect.
The neck and the exposed upper body, the flesh and bones are broad and strong. The dark complexion was like an inescapable demonic aura, foul-smelling and filthy. The snake-like, insect-like demonic patterns have been crawling all over the upper body of the monster.
A wide band was tightly fastened around the waist, the band like blood, and the sills like tendons. As if the ribbons were made of flesh, blood, sinews and skin. The sight is bloody and numbing, and the smell is stinky and disgusting.
The blood-silk hem was so wide that it wrapped around the feet. So much so that it's hard to tell whether the monster is wearing trousers or skirts. Or is it just a piece of unprocessed human skin?
Kellen doesn't know. Because he had never seen such a monster. If he had seen it, he would probably not want to see it again. Kellen felt that her stomach seemed to be cracking and aching. Kellen has retch several times, but nothing has come out!
A bunch of blood-red bone-picking forks held in the monster's hand, like sharp short knives. Under the bone-picking fork, the bright red flesh was dripping blood, bright red blood. This blood is not like the blood of human spirits, but the blood essence of ghosts and gods!
Just now, the ground was littered with scattered limbs and broken bodies. One by one, the demonic creatures were sharing these limbs and broken bodies with extreme cruelty, seemingly still relishing them. At this moment, they suddenly stopped their hands.
Pairs of devilish blood cold eyes, pale and lifeless, sharp like eagle eyes hunting. All of them shot down upon the group of people who had just entered the door, like a hundred or so invisible stings, as if they wanted to crush these uninvited guests who were disturbing the feast to dust at a glance.
Red blood was flowing all over the ground. These bloodstains seem to have a last breath of warmth, a last breath of life. However, the ground is about to be drained of blood. Sucked dry by one animal, a kind of cat, a blood-red cat.
This kind of cat, seemingly unrestrained and unafraid of being disturbed by outsiders, is crouching on the ground very quietly, licking the blood essence like a stream with its tongue. At first glance, there are more than a hundred blood-red cats of all sizes! At this point, they were all eating big bellies, but their greedy mouths did not want to stop at all. As if not wanting to waste this hard-earned blood essence, even the last drop must be sucked up.
"Ghostly Maniac?" The Fire Root Ancestor was astonished and seemed unable to believe that such a monster could actually appear here. However, this kind of monster is actually here.
"Ghost-eating maniac!" Diting could hardly believe his eyes, but the truth was right before his eyes and he had to admit it.
"Chizhi --" The cold star, like a blood rain of flying needles, had already spat out from the mouth of the ghost-eating maniac and hit the people on the side of the Fire Root Ancestor.
"Damn it!" With a wail, the elder of the Fire Root, the wind of the Heavenly Stem Divine Fire Palm, which contained the enlarged Taiji Yin-Yang Bagua Light Seal, "puchi puchi" covered all the blood rain flying needles and instantly reduced them to nothing. The Fire Root Ancestor shouted, "Disciples!" Draw your sword and kill all the cats on the ground, not a single one left! Wind, you guard the gate of the temple, not a single one will be spared!"
"Yes!" The arrangement of the Fire Root Ancestor had no choice but to be obeyed.
Kellen, however, did not understand why she did not kill the demons but instead killed the blood-red cats? Kellen had no time to think about it, for what she saw in an instant made her suddenly understand. What did she understand? What on earth did Kellen see?
The blood-red cats were still leisurely licking the blood essence on the ground when the sword light in their hands, with a tongue of more than ten feet of fire, flew up.
How strange! Could these blood-red cats not be afraid of death? Or are these blood-red cats the real masters, with more sophisticated spells?
Dragon fire and sword light, stretching and twisting, instantly illuminated the entire hall. Thirteen whizzing fire wind dragons, with the light and shadow of sword qi, are full of grandeur and might. To slay these blood-red cats, it's really a waste of talent! Yet, with their cold snow forks, blood flashes, the magic is strange. "Stabbing Linlin" struck the Dragon Fire sword light with a demonic and domineering air.
The cat was still sucking blood, motionless, as if no one was around.
The forks are still clashing, stabbing Linlin, sharp and powerful.
The sword, with the shadow of fire, reveals its sharpness.
A person soars and spreads his wings, leaving no trace in the snow.
Kellen suddenly understood that the Fire Root Ancestor's intention was very obvious. Killing the cat is right!
Because these snake-striped creatures with thick and round waists have long given up their appetite and are completely immersed in a desperate battle! They are defending, defending a group of cats that are still, quiet and bloodthirsty. What kind of divine power and magic do these cats have, and how can they make these demons defend their life and death?
The sword moves like a dragon snake, and the tongue of fire curls and spreads in moderation. The sharp sword moves, mixed with thousands of qi swords, spread out like rain, instantly blocking out clusters of demons. The gap was exposed and the blade swung past, three steps away, a second off, the motionless cat was about to bleed on the spot.
Could it be that these cats are really motionless, unafraid of life and death?
Not at all! These cats are even faster than lightning. With just a light flash, they fly into the hem of the monster. Apparently, it is because of the wide hem of the monster that the cat can hide itself and prevent trouble.
One, two, three... Even though the sword of the Thirteen Heroes of the Spirit Fire was caught between the blood forks of more than a hundred demons, he still managed to take the blood cat with ease.
"Aow ah ah," and the clanging of the clanging of the clanging of the clanging of the clanging of the clanging, had already disturbed the entire hall.
At this moment, the thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire seemed intent on showing off their superb swordsmanship in front of Kellen. Layers of sword nets spread out in his hands, like fire, like wheels, like stars. No matter how the demons clashed, they could not come even half a step near the hall door!
Blood forks like eagle claws, demonic rays like sweeping wind. The dark demonic shadow, mixed with the filthy demonic aura, whoosh and flashes in front of the thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire, dashing left and right, yet not making any progress at all. Even though the demonic energy was so blinding and the blood spear was so sharp and powerful, the demonic energy was killed to pieces and eventually turned to ashes.
"Meow meow --" the scream was domineering. Without the protection of the monster, where could the blood cat hide? Blood flashes like a flash, and the cat's claws are sharp like knives. The conflict leapt through the hall like little sparrows flitting about, and no matter how dense the sword net of the thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire was, there would still be a blood cat that escaped.
Perhaps these blood cats do not have such quick movements, but when they see their own kind dying under the dragon fire like a net of sword qi, their wildness begins to go wild. Jumping up and down, bouncing marbles, the blood-red figures gradually turned into one by one, one by one... A few... A few...
"Meow --" with the last scream, the entire hall fell silent. The demon died, the energy dissipated, and the spirit settled.
The blood essence was still flowing, and the remnants were scattered all over the ground. The wild mess ended in such a dismal way, leaving behind tears all over the eyes. But the Fire Root Ancestor had no tears; in his eyes there was always only fire, only fire...
"Disciples, do you know whose remains these are?" Suddenly asked the Fire Root Ancestor. This question, of course, had a deeper meaning, for the uncontainable sadness was already fully revealed in the tone of the Fire Root Ancestor. The seemingly unbreakable old man, after all, has a side of his character. Yet, he never pretends to hide that side.
"I don't know." The Thirteen Heroes of the Spirit Fire had already put away the sword in his hand and stood there gracefully, showing no sign of breathing at all, as if he had never drawn a sword or moved a hand, demonstrating his great cultivation.
"Wind, do you know?" " "Fire Root Ancestor asked again.
"Grandson doesn't know." Kellen is true. No matter what kind of monster it is, Kellen is encountering it for the first time. If we talk about monsters, perhaps Kellen knows a lot. But these monsters and corpses were as mysterious to Kellen as the previous black scorpion and white snake, and she knew nothing about their mystery and origin.