Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Chapter 675, Phantom Spirit

Translator: Dragon Boat TranslationEditor: Dragon Boat Translation

Seeing a large number of anti-heaven alliance cultivators gathered together to discuss what had happened in the past year, Yang Yao immediately went over and joined them. Chen Chen Thought for a moment and followed behind.

'There were about 20 anti-heaven Alliance cultivators here. Apart from the three who were originally Mahayana realm cultivators, there were four new Mahayana realm cultivators, including himself and Yang Yao. As for the rest, they were all at the peak of the tribulation.

Allin all, the strength of this group of people had improved a lot compared to a year ago.

Seeing that many people were full of pride, Chen Chen sighed in his heart.

This group of people was the best example of what it meant to be cheated without knowing it.

"Later, we will enter the hall of the underworld. Don't separate."

"Yes, of course."

"Please take care of us, seniors!"

The group of anti-heaven Alliance cultivators said in a low voice.

Chen Chen looked at the Mahayana realm cultivators in the distance. He saw a lot of mockery and disdain in their eyes. Presumably, many of them knew that Saint King demon puppet had planted a soul-stealing seed on these anti-heaven alliance cultivators.

'The thousands of cultivators had different thoughts. A moment later, a man and a woman suddenly appeared in the sky above them.

Seeing the man and the woman, Chen Chen's pupils slightly shrank.

He was too familiar with these two people. The man was sacred King Tianming, and the woman was Sacred King Demon Puppet's immortal puppet. These two people had been chasing him for months, but he did not expect that they were still near the abyss.

Such perseverance

"This trip to the hall of the underworld is presided over by Sacred King Tianming and me. Everyone here should know that in another three years, we will all enter the true spirit world, which is why we have entered the hall of the underworld so frequently these years.

"This opportunity is not easy to come by. I hope that everyone can cherish it."

'The female puppet said slowly, her voice was very tactful.

Chen Chen didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the female puppet and sacred King Tianming's gazes would glance at a bald cultivator in the crowd from time to time.

'That bald cultivator had a simple and honest look on his face. He looked like he was only at the tribulation transcending stage. Among the thousands of cultivators, only that bald man was somewhat eye-catching. The others were all ordinary.

However, since he was able to attract the attention of the two sacred kings, this bald cultivator was definitely not ordinary.

"System, who is the strongest person within a hundred miles?"

"Sacred King Tianming on the upper left side of the host."

Chen Chen asked a few times but did not get any clues, so he did not continue asking. However, the bald cultivator was secretly remembered by him.

At this time, the immortal puppet said some encouraging words. When the evil yin energy in the Abyss reached a certain level, she raised her head and looked at the void.

Sacred King Tianming also raised his head. Everyone followed his gaze and saw a faintly discernible gate in the sky.

"The gate of the Abyss shrine is becoming more and more illusory. A hundred thousand years ago, there was no need for a peak Mahayana realm cultivator to open this gate. Thirty thousand years ago, a peak Mahayana realm cultivator was needed to open the gate. Now, two people are needed."

A cultivator from the abyss world who had entered the hall of the dead sighed softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal puppet and Sacred King Tianming attacked at the same time. Two extremely complicated law chains appeared in the Void and embedded themselves into the gate.

"Open!"

The two sacred kings shouted at the same time. The law chains suddenly straightened and the gate of the Hall of the dead slowly opened.

Whoosh!

A gust of cold wind blew out from inside, and many cultivators subconsciously shivered.

Apart from that, there were also faint sounds of sobbing and other strange sounds from inside the gate.

"Could it be that this abyss is really connected to Hell?"

Chen Chen could not help but think.

Looking at the other anti-heaven alliance cultivators, their eyes were full of fear as they looked at the gate of the Temple of the dead.

Zi Yue, who was a mahayana cultivator who had entered the hall of the dead, was not afraid at all. Seeing the gate of the Hall of the dead open, she flew in in a flash, followed by the other cultivators from the abyss world who were undergoing tribulation.

'The group of anti-heaven Alliance cultivators looked at each other. No one was walking at the front.

Chen Chen smiled when he saw this and took the lead to fly into the Hall of the dead. With him leading the way, the others followed behind.

As soon as they entered the hall of the underworld, a gust of cold wind blew against their faces, causing their clothes to flutter.

Chen Chen looked around. About a hundred miles away, there was indeed an abandoned and dilapidated palace in the dark space. The surroundings were filled with fallen leaves.

In the sky above the palace, there was a group of spirit bodies wandering aimlessly. It looked quite strange.

In addition to the palace, there were also barren mountains, abandoned forests, and dried up rivers in the mystic realm. Chen Chen estimated that this mystic realm occupied an area of about ten thousand miles.

"What a damned place..."

Looking at this environment, Chen Chen muttered in his heart and used the system to track it.

In the end, he found that there were no valuable treasures within a hundred miles around him. There were only a large number of unconscious spirit bodies.

'When the twenty anti-heaven Alliance cultivators saw this scene, they subconsciously moved closer.

At this moment, a spiritual body in the distance seemed to have noticed something and looked in the direction of the crowd.

'The breathing of over a thousand cultivators stopped for a moment. Even Zi Yue, who had entered the hall of the dead, had a grave expression on her face.

Hu..

The spiritual body let out a strange sound and slowly floated toward the group of cultivators.

While floating, the appearance of the spirit body began to change rapidly. When it was less than a hundred meters away from the cultivators, it had already transformed into the appearance of a gray-clothed old man.

In the crowd, someone said in a low voice, "The spirit body of the hall of the dead can automatically transform into the appearance of the cultivator he has seen. Not only that, but it can also imitate the power of law of that cultivator."

'The crowd looked toward the voice. The person who spoke was a gray-clothed old man in the crowd, and the appearance of the spirit body was exactly the same.

""Imitate the power of Laws? What about the strength of this spiritual body?"

The Mahayana from the anti-heaven Alliance asked.

'The old man in gray stared at the spiritual body and answered, "In terms of the power of laws, it is comparable to the person being imitated. Although they don't have any dharma treasures, they don't know how to tire and can always maintain their peak condition.

"Fighting with the other self will allow you to clearly recognize your own flaws. If you can kill the spiritual body, the spiritual body will turn into pure power of laws and fuse into the body of the killer."

Directly increase the nomological power!

Hearing this, the anti-heaven alliance cultivators finally knew the strength of this hall of the underworld.

In the true spirit world, one could only rely on oneself to comprehend the nomological power.

Chen Chen's heart was also stirred. He had only seen Xie Tianxing do this before, but he did not expect that the underworld could also do this.

"Kill!"

Seeing that the spiritual body was approaching, the gray-clothed elder roared and went up to meet it. The two sides soon started a big battle in this secret realm.

This battle quickly alerted a large number of spiritual bodies in the distance. These spiritual bodies began to change their appearance rapidly, turning into the appearance of the cultivators on this side.

The corner of Chen Chen's eyes twitched slightly at this moment. He did not know if it was because he was too handsome, but ten of the spiritual bodies had turned into his appearance. On the other hand, there were only two other cultivators.

Could it be that this spiritual body also had a love of beauty?