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After the time it took to make a cup of tea, the two had already flown over a million miles. To an existence at the level of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, travelling to the depths of all the mountains and valleys was an easy task.
Fan Wuji stood 100,000 feet up in the sky, looking down, and all he could see was black energy roiling below. The gray energy was constantly being swallowed, and killing intent soared to the skies. From time to time, there would be ghostly wails and wolf howls. Even with his eyesight at the Spirit Sea Realm, he still couldn't see the scenery on the ground clearly.
Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he looked down, then looked at Fan Wuji and said, "Below is the slightly famous Ghost Hell Road in the Northern Region. This used to be the secluded cultivation area of a demonic expert. He cultivated in the Nether Magic here for five hundred years, absorbing the netherworld spiritual energy day and night. After he left, the netherworld spiritual energy also didn't disappear. Where the netherworld spiritual energy gathered, ghosts would often accompany them. "These ghosts relied on the advantage of the nether ghost aura and its terrain to unleash power comparable to cultivators.
When Fan Wuji heard this, he nodded his head slightly and listened attentively. At the same time, he was also attentively observing the surging netherworld spiritual energy on the ground.
"There is a narrow path inside the spiritual energy, but there are no forks in the road. Once you enter it, you can only tread on it until it turns dark. This path led to the cave that the Devil Dao master had left behind all those years ago. Fan Wuji, walking the Netherworld Ghost Road back and forth by yourself is the first test of your journey. Don't be careless, there are many Life and Death Realm Kings who died in the dark path. " The sect leader of Skysword Sect instructed in a serious tone.
With that, he waved his hand and a monstrous amount of celestial spiritual energy surrounded Fan Wuji. Fan Wuji turned into a ray of light and flew tens of thousands of feet into the sky. Falling from the sky at high speed was even more exciting than riding on a roller coaster.
Not long after, Fan Wuji landed on the ground. In front of him was about a hundred and eighty feet of distance. It was an entrance to the Ghost Hell Road.
Without the slightest hesitation, he dashed into the Ghost Hell Road with a flash of his body. Once he entered the ghost road, he felt a dense, dark aura. From time to time, a shadow would float in front of his eyes.
Among these black shadows, some had green faces with fangs, some had multiple arms, and some looked like mutated beasts. All sorts of illusion-like monsters had different shapes, but they were collectively called ghosts.
The ghosts were formed by the netherworld spiritual energy. They had the ability to affect one's mental state and also had a great attack power. They were especially hostile towards the beast race.
Very soon, three to five ghosts surrounded Fan Wuji from three different directions and attacked him from three different directions. Fan Wuji's face was cold. He immediately took out his three foot long Green Edge, and as he waved it, each point was stabbed and each cut and washed.
His sword technique was the basic sword technique, but every time it attacked five times, in the blink of an eye, these five ghosts would be completely wiped out.
After killing the five ghosts, Fan Wuji did not have the slightest bit of complacency in his heart. After all, he had just entered the Ghost Hell Road when he met five ghosts that were comparable to the Greater Heaven stage. If they went deeper into this devilish path, then the strength of the ghosts in front of them would be terrifying.
Fan Wuji was born with the bone of the sword, and possessed all sorts of characteristics of swordsmanship. Sometimes he would reveal his true self, sometimes he would hide himself, sometimes he would be overbearing, sometimes he would change his mind, sometimes he would exude a majestic aura, sometimes he would shine with heavenly might, sometimes he would even...
He activated his Butterfly Steps, as if he were a butterfly shuttling through the Nether Realm. He walked straight forward, and along the way, it was as if he was crushing a machine. No matter how many ghosts there were, no matter how strong they were, he would be able to hit them with one strike, killing them with one strike.
After walking for about half an hour, the Innate realm ghosts had killed an unknown number of them. Gradually, some Spirit Sea Realm ghosts appeared on the opposite side. Fan Wuji's speed did not decrease by even a little as he continued to walk deeper into the Ghost Hell Road.
There were no forks in the path for the Ghost Hell sect, which meant there was no choice. There was only one road that went deeper and deeper. This sort of place did not test strategy or technique, but the purest of killing abilities.
Very quickly, another hour passed. Fan Wuji had already gone deep into the Ghost Hell Road. Of the ghosts in front of him, eight of them were comparable to the Spirit Sea Realm. Some of them were even at the peak of the later stage of the Spirit Sea Realm.
At this time, Fan Wuji's pressure increased. He knew that in this dangerous situation, it was not his time to be careless, so he immediately pulled out his second sword. Don't forget, he's a perfect dual wielding. A swordsman is as terrifying as the combined forces of two swordsmen.
After he had comprehended the origin sword intent, his sword technique seemed to have reverted to its original state, with a slight feeling of being in tune with the essence of the path of the sword. The analyzing ability of his brain was so clever that it was a complete mess. He could always discover the ghost's fatal weakness in an instant, and at that moment, seize it and kill it with one strike.
His swordsmanship had surpassed the level of technique, but had reached the level of art.
Skill, skill, first and second.
His swordsmanship had now been elevated to the level of art, and he already had the style of swordsmen.
After an unknown amount of time, Fan Wuji arrived at the deepest part of the Netherworld Ghost Road. A palace made of unknown black rock appeared in his eyes.
"This palace should be the cave that the devil cultivator resided in all those years ago. Since he was already here, he had to go in and take a look. Of course, in front of the palace, there are a few annoying fellows. " Fan Wuji looked at the palace, his gaze flickering.
Following his gaze, he saw a huge ghost at the four corners of the palace. Judging from the auras these ghosts gave off, they were definitely not inferior to ordinary Life and Death Realm kings. Moreover, this place was filled with the netherworld's ghost aura. These ghosts occupied the ground, so their strength had increased a bit.
"According to the terrain, no matter which direction I walk in, I'll probably be surrounded and attacked by two ghosts. The other two ghosts will also be supporting me. Therefore, I must get rid of two ghosts in the shortest time possible and enter. Otherwise, four ghosts that are comparable to kings will surround and attack me. Even I would not be a match for them. " Fan Wuji revealed a contemplative expression, secretly analyzing.
After thinking for a while, he said softly, "Since we are going to be attacked by two ghosts no matter what, it would be best to find a suitable location and face the two weakest ghosts."
It was true that these four ghosts were comparable to Life and Death Realm Kings, but between themselves, there were strong and weak. If he wanted to enter the palace for a short period of time, he would naturally choose the two weak ghosts.