Chapter 1505: Chapter 1509 The Figure of an Old Friend
Its eyeballs seed to be drawn to Zhu Minglang, unable to look away.
When the horse-faced person realized sothing, a peculiar expression of panic but fear to speak appeared on its terrifying horse face.
It took a few steps back, the hand originally reaching out dared not move at all.
It hastily stepped with enormous strides, the God of Yama, who was going to enjoy its gluttonous feast, no longer had the courage to linger here. It hurriedly left in a silent and terrified manner!
The horse-faced person was like a starving monk abruptly finding at on a vegetarian platter, shocked, thinking “Oh, what a sin,” losing all appetite and fleeing without hesitation!
Although everyone was baffled by this, the joy of survival outweighed deep thoughts for those “fellow cultivators”!
“The mana of the Immortal Master has protected us; this is a good start for us!” The Land Immortal Teacher, indeed a brainwashing scourge of the Immortal God Realm, imdiately attributed this unexplainable phenonon to their ancestor, Ji Yuanye!
In this situation, people wouldn’t reflect deeply; they began thanking their ancestor, unaware that if their ancestor could truly intimidate the Buddha Demon Gods of the Underworld, so many wouldn’t have died miserably before.
While everyone recited their ancestor’s protection loudly, the female talisman cultivator’s gaze fell upon Zhu Minglang.
The fear still lingered on her fair cheeks, but her eyes seed to gradually gain a clear understanding.
Though she didn’t know how she survived, she instinctively edged closer to Zhu Minglang, only half a step away, making her feel a bit more at ease.
“What’s your na?” Zhu Minglang didn’t mind and asked with a smile.
“Duan Hongwu.” The female talisman cultivator obviously hadn’t recovered from the fear, and replied in a tiny voice.
As she uttered her na, Zhu Minglang’s Divine Sense captured so past scenes, a graceful, gentle old friend appeared before him, slowly overlapping with the fragile woman before him.
Zhu Minglang looked at this female talisman cultivator, his mouth curled up inadvertently.
It turned out to be a descendant of an old friend, no wonder fate mistakenly saved her life.
“Why is your surna Duan? Was your father a heartless man?” Zhu Minglang asked, puzzled.
The female talisman cultivator, Duan Hongwu, though clueless about why such a question was asked in this terrifying setting, responded honestly, “We orphans all take the surna of the Dean…”
“How is your Dean, still alive?” Zhu Minglang continued asking.
“Hmm, hmm, she seems well, just a bit lonely, I… I… sowhat regret it…”
“How so?” Zhu Minglang asked again.
“I shouldn’t have co here… I just didn’t want to disappoint her… I want to beco a deity who can protect many displaced people like , like the Dean who guards them, I just wanted to grow stronger…” Surviving catastrophe, Duan Hongwu’s ntal defense was clearly collapsing, she instinctively confessed these inner thoughts to this completely unfamiliar man.
“You know you’ve gone astray?” Zhu Minglang retorted.
“I… I…” Duan Hongwu didn’t know how to respond.
“But you are fortunate, forgiven. Stick with , you’ll be alright.” Zhu Minglang told her.
For so reason, these words carried more weight for Duan Hongwu, far surpassing all the preaching done by the Land Immortal Teacher at the Taoist arena before!
She didn’t leave even an inch, especially in such a Netherworld where unknown terrifying Yin spirits could appear next, they all felt like a platter of offerings at the dark crossroads, where roaming Ghost Gods could grab one or two!
Duan Hongwu was now certain that the reason the Land Immortal Teacher had gathered so many loose cultivators for the rituals was to offer them as sacrificial offerings to these Yamas about to be encountered!
Finally, the ghost warding ceremony ended, and the spacious Taoist arena was littered with living fragnts!
Only a few freelance gods and the crew of the Land Immortal Teacher survived.
“Next is our hunt; the Dragon Souls within the Ten Temples are extraordinarily rare. When Immortal Master Ji returns to his place, he’ll surely rejoice at this grand gift we offer!” Lu Hou stated.
Of course, the surrounding Yin Spirit Necromancers and Soul Flag Masters knew Lu Hou’s true intentions; they smiled, without a trace of sympathy or regret for the scattered remains all around!
The Yin Spirit Necromancers began another spell; this ti the divine thod was clearly ticulously prepared, and the spread of offerings and a satisfying ceremony for the God of Yama gave them the qualification to venture deeper into the Netherworld!
The ancient palace of the Taoist arena sank again, dropping layer by layer, like an abyss, and during the descent, they were fortunate to witness various purgatories, so like fiery mountains, valleys filled with red fire oil purgatories; others with piles of blades in the sky, littering the earth with cleavers, bone scraping blades, penetrating spears, grinding teeth oblivions of nurous blades purgatories; even icy snow fields where naked bodies froze, then swarms of ghosts ca up, smashing the frozen flesh with bone sticks — icy punishnt purgatory!
These Nether Purgatories, without exception, were filled with wails, filled with resentnt, filled with remorse, filled with suffering; all must repay their cris of this life before being cast into a new cycle!
However, those Soul Flag Gate-clan mbers touring these purgatories were unaware they were already reserved places within, still believing they would enter so blissful clouds after death!
Passing through the Purgatory layer, the ancient palace of the Taoist arena was again enveloped by darkness; this ti, no longer in the peaceful Nine Nether Waters, the Taoist arena seed plunged into a vast ancient mausoleum hall, surrounded by Yan pillars and nearby statues!
The eerie, bizarre mausoleum hall made these gods of the Yang Realm feel like prisoners about to be taken to the execution ground, ntally bearing trendous pressure.
Duan Hongwu subconsciously moved closer to Zhu Minglang, as if the warmth from Zhu Minglang allowed her to feel alive.
Zhu Minglang patted her, gently reassuring her, “Don’t worry, whether or not they can leave here alive, I don’t know, but we surely can.”
In Duan Hongwu’s understanding, soone like Lu Hou should be among the top-tier deities, yet from the stranger’s tone, Duan Hongwu sensed contempt and disdain.
Indeed quite incredible, since Lu Hou had a great reputation in Xuantian Capital, being a Solar Corona Level god-exalted, logically Duan Hongwu should trust cultivation base and strength, but sohow Zhu Minglang’s words always gave her a sense of security and trust.
“I… I will not leave an inch.” Duan Hongwu said.
“Hmm, very good.”
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