Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 300: Netherworld Scroll, Doomsday Catastrophe

Du Fang looked at the endless corpses at his feet.

He finally noticed something was wrong.

The ancestors of these so-called ghost clans were basically ordinary laborers. On their dead bodies,

They were wearing the coarsest linen clothes, and except for the top layer of corpses, there was a layer of blue wax to ensure that the bodies would not rot.

The corpses at the bottom were all soaked in pools of thick and smelly blood. The corpses at the bottom had rotted away due to the blood, revealing their white bones. The corpses in the middle had long been eaten clean by snakes, insects, rats and ants. The corpses at the top were not touched by running water and had become corpses that were neither dry nor wet.

And there is a layer of wax on it.

This wax is obviously man-made. Why would they keep the bones of these dead people from decaying and keep their bodies in such a damp state?

Du Fang looked into the distance again.

The floating island is surrounded by a layer of white mist and water vapor that has not dissipated for thousands of years.

This is to ensure humidity and prevent the body from rotting.

Could it be that these corpses were also resources for cultivation? Just like the White Desolate Lord, borrowing the Yin energy from so many corpses to create another evil god?

Du Fang didn't think any further.

His body was obviously in a state of exhaustion. This mountain of corpses was endless and it was extremely difficult to climb up. Once you stepped in, it would take you a long time to get your foot back.

Sometimes, a foot would get stuck in the ribs, and it would take a lot of effort to pull it out of the dead body.

The three of them walked on the rotten ground where bones were broken and flesh turned into mud, and climbed over one mountain of corpses after another.

Bai Zhi could no longer crawl, so she turned around and was about to sit on the corpse.

Du Fang also didn't understand why this old woman insisted on leading them to the burial ground to meet their Majesty the Underworld Emperor.

He just looked up and was about to ask.

Suddenly, where his eyes were focused, there was an endless mountain of corpses in the distance.

A white figure, about two or three feet tall, stood on the pile of corpses. His tall figure swayed slowly in the gloomy wind, and his clothes were pure white, like new clothes just made by a skilled craftsman.

The figure's eyes were deep, but the face couldn't be seen clearly because it was too far away.

Bai Zhi seemed to have seen it as well, and said in a trembling voice:

"This is the ten thousand year old corpse king raised by Yin Qi!"

The tall figure seemed to be a living thing, with deep eyes staring at the three of them. Being stared at by this gaze, Du Fang immediately felt the hairs on his body stand up, and his body was locked by a terrifying aura, and his calves began to tremble when he walked.

Sure enough, the scene that Bai Zhi was most worried about happened:

The negative energy and resentment that had been mingling together for tens of thousands of years here finally gave rise to the terrifying corpse king!

However, You Huang turned around and said to the two of them, "Don't make a fuss. He is our tribe's high priest, the first of the Spirit Ghost Clan, and the leader of the Four Holy Envoys who once died!"

"Also, keep your head down when you pass by him, and don't look at him!"

"What will happen if I see it?"

"Remember, don't look up. If you look up, you'll die. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Youhuang's voice was cold.

Du Fang was walking breathlessly and couldn't help asking, "Is it really that scary?"

You Huang did not reply to him, but Bai Zhi said:

"If this isn't the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King, then it's the High Priest who has passed away and turned into a Yin spirit. This kind of Yin spirit is very terrifying. The heavier the Yin energy, the more terrifying the Qi. With so many dead people here, I wouldn't be surprised if he is the evil god himself. Anyway, just listen to her."

The three of them finally walked over the mountain of corpses and came to the feet of the dead high priest, who was once the leader of the Four Holy Envoys.

As they passed by, everyone felt their heart pounding, almost jumping out of their throat.

Du Fang suddenly felt a strong urge, and he couldn't help but raise his head——

suddenly

The high priest locked his gaze on him with a pair of deep eyes.

Du Fang finally saw his face clearly. It was a pair of eyes full of wisdom that could see through the stars, the universe, and the human heart at a glance.

His expression was gentle, without any of the weirdness and horror of ghosts like evil spirits.

The high priest's eyes were bright and his body was lifelike, like a poet standing in the eternal time, thinking about the vastness of heaven and earth, shedding tears alone, his eyes full of pity for all people in the world.

His eyes met Du Fang's, and Du Fang suddenly felt his mind become dazed.

At this moment, Du Fang felt as if he had turned into the ancestors of these ghost spirits and was working in the fields. Suddenly, a huge yellow halo fell from the clear sky.

The yellow halo is so bright and dazzling that it makes it impossible to open your eyes.

When the aperture enters the sea——

The originally clear sky suddenly changed color, and the earth and the sky were furious. Above the nine heavens, countless purple lightning bolts struck the sea from the dark clouds, and separated into countless electric snakes that spread into the distance.

Nine consecutive thunderclaps charred the thousand-year-old forest and caused a wildfire.

The entire sea surface was split into countless huge cracks thousands of feet deep. Countless fields and villages on both sides of the river valley were dragged into the abyss. Countless rugged mountains were split into charred powder, which flew everywhere in the red blood rain.

On the island, countless huge cities were broken into several pieces, all collapsing from the center and falling into the rift valley.

It was a picture of doomsday disaster:

The sleeping baby was swept into the flood, the scattered cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs were roaring and barking, the mother was barefoot with her breasts exposed, shouting and calling for her lost child, and the father watched his elderly mother being crushed to death under the collapsed city wall.

There were broken limbs and arms, rolling heads, broken trees, and charred fields everywhere. The familiar village was submerged in muddy black water, and the citizens who had just been bargaining turned into swollen corpses.

Is this the truth behind the history of the ghosts exterminating the clan ten thousand years ago?

Du Fang could feel his body sinking into the deep sea, the dark water surface completely covering him. A golden scroll fell from the sky, completely evaporating the entire sea surface, and countless broken islands were included in this scroll.

Not a single living creature could escape.

The golden scroll that fell from the sky drew all life into it.

When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that the sea water in front of him had disappeared, and the continent was gone. In the chaos, the yellow sky and black clouds began to squeeze and shrink.

Tens of thousands of creatures, screaming in pain, were crushed into meat patties and dust.

However, at this moment, a black light shot out from the black temple where all the priests were offering sacrifices, and these lights formed a human figure.

A graceful figure in light yellow clothes.

With one hand supporting the sky and the other hand supporting the earth, he forcibly pushed the sky and earth, which were almost gathered together, apart.

This scene is very similar to Pangu who created the world.

That majestic figure made countless desperate humans kneel on the ground, staring blankly at the figure, and praying softly:

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

This figure expands the space in this painting.

However, her body slowly began to decay and wither. Her flesh and blood were torn apart and dissolved by the powerful magic within the scroll.

But those crystal white bones still support this world and protect the people below from being crushed into meat paste.

Just when everyone was in despair, another golden bell appeared in the sky, piercing through the painting from under the sky and earth, pressing down and completely covering the skeleton.

But this immortal bell also opened up this world, this dark space.

Looking at such a tragic scene, Du Fang stared blankly:

Is this the doomsday catastrophe that Youhuang mentioned?