Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 290 The Resurrection of the Evil God

A painful groan came from the iron cage underground. It was obvious that the Hades had been stabbed in the vitals by Mo Qingfeng's divine sword.

At this moment, Du Fang, who had just been delighted, suddenly felt his neck tighten. A loose thread wrapped around him, strangled his neck, and he fell backwards quickly.

He only uttered a low, muffled groan and called out, "Brother!"

A huge bloody mouth suddenly opened, and a strong fishy smell came out of the mouth. Du Fang was almost suffocated to death.

When Mo Qingfeng heard the cry and turned around to see this scene, his heart was shattered. He immediately flew up without caring about his life. His sword flew like a rainbow and stabbed it into the philtrum between the nose of the giant beast.

“Ah…ah…I’m going to kill you!”

The giant beast suddenly spoke in human language, and countless vine-like flesh and blood were thrown towards Mo Qingfeng's body.

Mo Qingfeng did not retreat but advanced, flying his sword through its mouth, picking up Du Fang who was almost swallowed into its throat, and with a casual wave of his hand, he cut off the white silk.

The giant beast suddenly bit down, trying to trap the two men to death in its mouth.

In the foul-smelling wind, Mo Qingfeng chanted a spell, and the 'iron sword' in his hand completely transformed into an extremely huge air sword, which he swung towards Senbai's teeth that were about to close.

The sharp scream of the sword hitting the steel nail made Mo Qingfeng feel dizzy.

Mo Qingfeng exclaimed in his heart: "It's really hard! Is it really a divine beast raised by someone to deal with Xuanmen?" The iron sword in his hand pierced a hole as thin as a bucket. Mo Qingfeng hugged Du Fang, his body like a flying rainbow, and when the hole was about to close, he flew out with the flying sword.

After this attack, Mo Qingfeng realized that his level of Taoism was not enough to deal with the monster in front of him. When he injured Youming with a sword just now, he had already seen clearly the iron prison underground.

He immediately flew down and slashed at the underground iron prison.

With a 'clang' sound.

The two men's eyes went dark, and they heard the crazy roar of a giant beast behind them. A crazy gust of wind swept them into the iron cage below.

The force of the fall was so great that Mo Qingfeng felt dizzy and dazed. He forced himself to stand up and the first thing he looked at was Du Fang in his arms.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Du Fang's eyes were open, moist, and he choked out a cry: "Brother!"

When Du Fang was thrown down just now, Mo Qingfeng protected him as if he were his own son, holding him in his arms, fearing that he would get hurt.

Their encounter was not long, and Du Fang was well aware of the force of the giant beast's attack. If he was not careful, he would be killed.

But Mo Qingfeng was willing to protect him with his own body.

Du Fang was so moved that he couldn't help but shout out loud, and his eyes were a little wet.

At the same time, the roar of a crazy beast could be heard from above. Mo Qingfeng looked up, and with a smile, he said, "I'm relieved.

"Don't be afraid. The monster was trapped in the giant pit by the divine ban and can't get out. I just injured Youming with my sword, and he escaped here. We have to be careful and don't fall into his trap."

Du Fang nodded heavily and agreed with a "Yes!"

Mo Qingfeng held his hand and saw that this iron cage did not look like an iron cage, but rather like a temple. There were two statues on each side. The statues were not the compassionate ones of the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas that were usually seen on the mainland. Their eyes were wide open, and their mouths had fangs protruding. They looked more like the portraits of the legendary evil gods.

After concentrating on looking for a long time, Mo Qingfeng finally sighed and understood that this was not an iron cage, but an evil god worshipped by the ghost clan.

He looked up, trying to find two large characters to prove his identity. The palace was huge, and there was nothing inside except the yellow water dripping down.

At this time, Du Fang released his hand and pointed ahead and said:

"There's a door there, Brother Mo!"

He dodged over and knocked his knuckles against the door, making a hollow sound. Apparently, the door was empty. He said happily:

"It's empty. What's outside?"

As soon as Du Fang asked this question, Mo Qingfeng's expression suddenly became serious.

He pulled Du Fang back, concentrated his mind and drew his sword, and the sword was immediately covered with a dark green mist.

He swung his hand and slashed towards the door quickly.

The door suddenly opened:

The two of them opened their eyes wide at the same time, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief:

Mo Qingfeng murmured:

"Is this the legendary underworld among the three realms?"

"What is the underworld?"

"The place where the Yin spirits are reborn, the human world, the immortal world, and the human world are the so-called three realms."

There was a dim color in front of them. The sky was yellow and the flames were also yellow.

What is even more amazing is that the countless broken continents and cities floating in the air are slowly floating on the endless turquoise sea.

There is such a palace built on every island, and thousands of white evil spirits wander in the air, looking for delicious food.

Du Fang took a breath and turned around and said, "Brother!" His eyes were suddenly attracted by something on the door.

On the old bronze gate, two blood-red characters were printed in unusually bright colors:

'temple!'

He hurriedly called out, "Brother, turn around quickly! There are words on the door!"

Mo Qingfeng sighed softly, without looking back, and said, "It must be the word 'Holy Temple'!"

Du Fang uttered a curious "eh" and asked, "How did you know that if you didn't look back?"

Mo Qingfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"I already guessed it!"

He looked at Du Fang and said, "You are a disciple of Lingxiao from Nancangzhou. You probably don't know this part of history, right?"

"I don't know!" Du Fang shook his head.

Not to mention Jinghai, Du Fang only had a vague understanding of the history of their own Nancangzhou.

Mo Qingfeng looked at the lost piece of glass floating in the yellow sky, the shattered continent:

"Tens of thousands of years ago, this place was once a dark sea. The fallen true god, the legendary Shen Tu, pursued immortality and fell. After his fall, he sealed himself here and called himself the Dark Emperor. These holy temples were built for him by the humans who once worshipped him!"

"What exactly is the true God?"

Du Fang heard the real name of Shen Tu again.

"The True God is one of the great emperors who governs the Immortal Realm, and Shen Tu is the former Northern Ghost Emperor!"

This was not the first time Du Fang had heard that only a true god could live forever if he degenerated into an evil god, and his predecessor was actually the emperor of the upper realm. These words came from Mo Qingfeng's mouth.

It is undoubtedly the truth.

His elder brother Mo, Mo Qingfeng, is a powerful and desperate man feared by the three clans of Jinghai, and he guards Mount Buzhou.

Even in this Changming space where outsiders cannot enter, he can step on the sword and enter. He is one of the most powerful people in the entire Jiuzhou.

Du Fang suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart.

For the first time, he felt like his elder brother was still alive.

"Then why did he let the human race build a temple to worship him?"

"For immortality!"

Mo Qingfeng continued, "It seems that everything recorded in the history of our Taixuan Sutra is real. I never believed it before!"

"Don't believe what?"

"I don't believe there is a living evil god in this world!"

Du Fang suddenly remembered what Bai Zhi's uncle, the old woman who had passed away, had said to him:

'After the fall of the Heavenly Emperor of the Upper Realm, in pursuit of immortality, he had no choice but to cut himself off and become an evil god. Only by cutting off his own realm could he achieve the same immortality as Pangu's flesh body!'

In order to achieve eternal immortality, they deliberately fell into depravity. As long as they don't die, the evil god will be revived.

For the true way to eternal life!

Evil gods never die, they just sleep.

Without the nourishment of human souls after death, the evil gods will slowly revive and come back to life.