But even such a dangerous place was invaded.

The blood ignored the countless inspiration blockades hidden in Shushan Mountain, and entered the forbidden area of ​​Shushan Pavilion as if he was going home.

"It's really a long time no see! I really didn't expect that you are still sitting here!" The blood light turned into a blood-red lotus, floating in the air. He looked at the rock wall in front of him and laughed softly.

"Namo Amitabha! If I didn't sit here, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen the donor!"

A Buddha's name sounded, and a golden lotus appeared in front of the rock wall. Then an old white-browed monk sat upright on the lotus. His Buddha's light was faintly shining, and the thoughts of compassion filled the surroundings. However, what made the young man most afraid of was that the bright and clear light of the old monk's body, which was as bright as glass, was faintly connected to a ray of light in the void.

"Amitabha! Good! Good! Donor, if you have me here today, you will definitely not be able to enter it. Why not retreat?"

After the old monk finished speaking, a circle of Buddha light of concentration and wisdom appeared behind his head. The clear and glazed Buddha light was also very bright, like the Buddha's anger, surrounding him. At the same time, in the void, there were many phantoms of the eight heavenly beings, including the dragon god, Shura, Yasha, Garula, Gandapo, Kinnara, Makhraga, etc.

The fragrance that makes people feel at ease fills the surroundings, and a pure land of Buddha's kingdom is opened up in front of the rock wall, constantly twisting the void and blocking the young man's spiritual sense.

"Old monk, since you want to die, I will fulfill you! Sixty years ago, I wanted to know whether your Buddhist supernatural powers are powerful or my boundless blood sea is terrifying!" As he finished speaking, a thick blood flame poured out from the boy's body, reflecting most of the Pure Land in blood red, and the shadow of the boundless sea of ​​blood also appeared under the blood lotus.

Looking at the shadow of the sea of ​​blood, the old monk also showed a solemn expression. He knew more than anyone else what the path the boy was taking in front of him was, and he also knew the raw materials of the sea of ​​blood.

At that time, the young man used his own blood as the basis and condensed with thousands of poisonous substances and the blood of all spirits. He also experienced the cleansing of the spiritual world's breath, which was the most yin, cold, poisonous and evil. It was the most toxic blood. It was the most filthy and turbid. Apart from the very few wise methods, most of the world's righteous methods were restrained by poisonous blood.

Faced with such a phantom of blood, the old monk couldn't help but fold his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's chant: "Namo Amitabha!

...

“Is it just here?”

Horus looked at the broken seal and walked into the depths of the temple. Here were three skeletons sitting upright. When Horus came in, he emitted a faint holy light, trying to expel him.

"Die people should look like dead people! What else do you want to do with a bunch of dead bones?"

Horus sneered, and the hot air flow passed by, like a skeleton made of silver, instantly losing its sacred breath, and at the same time, it broke little by little, turning into sand and dust, becoming part of Horus.

"Hey! Is it here?" Horus looked around, but saw nothing. He just turned to look at the human-faced, flesh-and-blooded evil god behind him, who was like flesh and blood.

"Ah! I forgot, you can't see them!" The flesh and blood evil god looked at the middle of the three skeletons just now, and opened his mouth and sprayed a stream of bloody mist. With the help of the mist, Horus finally saw what they were looking for.

At that time, a huge stone portal was about three meters high. On both sides of the stone gate, there were two huge stone pillars, and the pillars were carved with various demonic images of hell. In the center of the stone gate, there were two huge pentagrams, one inverted and the other upright.

Between the two pentagrams, there is another goat head with two horns, two ears and a beard.

"How do we get in? I can't sense the void coordinates," Horus frowned. He had already seen that the stone gate in front of him did not exist, similar to an illusory projection.

According to his ideas, this should be a typical void seal, that is, the real object is in the depth of the void, and this place is just a coordinate. But when Horus sensed it carefully, he found that he could not sense the corresponding coordinates, just like the phantom in front of him, it really did not exist.

"This is the last seal left by Solomon back then. In order to imprison the so-called Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods, this seal is not simply to divide the void, but to extract the concept of the portal from reality. If we cannot retrieve it, we will not be able to enter the portal!"

After the human-faced and flesh-and-blooded evil god finished speaking, he murmured in a low voice: "This is the top divine technique comparable to the 'eternal shelter', 'great prophecy', and 'divine descending technique' left by the Lord of the Holy Light. If it were just a simple comparison of the effect of the seal, the wall of sigh used by Greece to divide the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and the underworld was even more high-end."

Horus immediately saw the most important problem and said bluntly: "Since it is a seal of the Holy Light, then the Longineus gun should be useful!"

"That's right!"

"Then you still talk so much nonsense! You still haven't done anything?"

After Horus finished speaking, the evil god of human face and flesh muttered a few dissatisfaction, and then, as just as before, pushed the gun of Longinus with the other party.

As the Longineus gun passed by, countless illusory patterns appeared in the air, and the stone door in front of the two turned into substance bit by bit, and finally fully revealed in front of the two.

When they opened the stone door and walked into it, they saw seventy-two huge stone pillars. Each of these pillars had their own characteristics. Some were crystal clear and as jade, some were extremely pale as piles of white bones, and some were dark as pig iron. And the surfaces of these pillars were each carved with a mysterious and unique pattern, and this mysterious passage.

"This breath is..."

"The seal is opened?"

"Hehehe... the seal was opened... that's really great!"

"It's been three thousand years, hahahaha... I'm finally going to see the light of day again!"

"No, this breath is..."

The lines on the seventy-two pillars seemed to feel the removal of the seal, and a stream of dead aura was rippling, mysterious, turbid and evil, cold and terrifying, and even dazzling power rose from the pillar.

These auras appear and overlap and merge, making the surrounding space and time become somewhat unstable, with twists and fluctuations in the lines, uncertain light and darkness, and the flow rate of time is also unpredictable and difficult to judge.

"Long time no see! My incarnations!" The evil god of human face and flesh looked at the stone pillar and chuckled and said.

"It's you!"

"Damn it! You dare to come back!"

"Incarnation? Who is the incarnation? You are just a mixture of our power. Judging from your appearance, you don't even have a specific image now!"

"Who do you think you are!"

The overlapping roars came from the stone pillars, and the evil god of human face and flesh was not caring at all. He turned to look at Horus and said, "I'm not polite to the rest if there are those that have been agreed in advance!"
Chapter completed!