Chapter 835: Breaking through the mountain of blades

Even with high cultivation, one fears unknown things.

Zhang Daohe had to rush through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the mountain of blades and sea of fire alone; it was inevitable that he would be worried in his heart. He didn't fear tangible things, but he feared encountering intangible things, gods and ghosts, falling into a trap without realizing it.

"Brother Chen, I'm going; you must save me."

To put the other party at ease, Chen Guanlou said, "Go ahead. Having saved you three times, saving you one more time is just a matter of convenience. Remember to pay extra!"

Paying extra was fine.

Zhang Daohe felt relieved, leaped up, and started rushing.

He passed through the mountain of corpses smoothly!

He passed through the sea of blood... why did he stop in mid-air and not continue rushing forward?

Chen Guanlou felt something was wrong in his heart. "Brother Zhang, what's going on?" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the underground palace. Even a deaf person should have heard it.

Zhang Daohe, however, had no reaction at all.

Suddenly, he saw the other party fall straight into the sea of blood.

He made a decisive decision, covered his mouth and nose, flew forward, and at the critical moment, wrapped the person with his belt and dragged them out of the sea of blood. Waving his precious saber to execute the 'Cut-off Decision', regardless of whether there were ghosts or not, he slashed first as a sign of respect!

Crack!

A harsh friction sound.

He was shocked.

The area above the sea of blood was clearly empty; why was there a friction sound, why was there resistance when he swung his saber?

Not daring to think too much, he swung his saber again, splashing thousands of blood flowers into the air.

Gradually, a transparent barrier was revealed.

Did Zhang Daohe rush straight into this and knock himself unconscious?

Wait?

A transparent barrier?

Could this be another immortal method?

Too late to think, he carried the person and retreated rapidly to the platform behind, feeling lingering fear.

Seeing that the one surnamed Zhang hadn't woken up for a long time, he simply took out a medicine bottle and waved it back and forth under the other party's nose a few times. The smell was so pungent that he had to cover his own mouth and nose tightly.

A moment later, Zhang Daohe was indeed stimulated to wake up, still a bit confused.

"How did I come back again?"

"Brother Zhang, please look! Above the sea of blood, what do you think? Did you knock into that barrier and faint?"

Zhang Daohe looked blankly ahead, rubbing his eyebrows. "I didn't feel anything. I passed through the mountain of corpses smoothly, and I was still thinking, this time it was really smooth. When I reached above the sea of blood, I suddenly felt dizzy, my limbs weak, completely unable to control myself."

"Didn't enter an illusion?" Chen Guanlou pursued the question.

Zhang Daohe slowly shook his head. "This time there was no illusion. It was just a simple feeling of being unable to control my body, and then I didn't know anything."

"Poisoned? Drugged?"

"Don't know. Brother Chen, every level of this underground palace is deadly! With you among us, we walk through the gates of life, all steps are crises. Those other gates, wouldn't every step be a life-and-death struggle?"

Zhang Daohe felt lingering fear.

With his cultivation, without an illusion, without bugs, and still being able to fall into a trap without realizing it, it was too terrifying. If he had rushed the level alone today, I'm afraid his flesh and blood would have already been gnawed away, leaving only a skeleton.

Just thinking about it made him shudder.

Can we change paths?

Obviously not.

Behind them, the stone hole in the tomb chamber was blocked by the stone coffin. Ahead was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with a barrier blocking the way. Passing through the barrier, there was still a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, and he didn't know how many dangers remained.

Fight it!

"There is no illusion, no gods and ghosts, suddenly losing consciousness, it is highly likely that the blood is not clean, it is poisonous. I have ointment here; smear the ointment on the mouth and nose, half-cover the eyes, and there should be a chance to pass through the sea of blood smoothly."

Chen Guanlou analyzed seriously.

Zhang Daohe listened to him completely. "What about the barrier? How to solve it?"

"That barrier, with the strength of the two of us, let's try to see if we can break it with force."

"Damn it, ever since we went down to the underground palace, it's all gods and ghosts. Having cultivation but no room to display it. This time, we've finally caught an opportunity."

Zhang Daohe was a bit excited.

Walking all the way, he had been passively defending, relying on Chen Guanlou to save his life everywhere, and he had long been holding a belly of anger. Now that there was a place where he was needed, it was inevitable that he would be a bit proud. At least he wasn't a useless person, and he wasn't dragging his feet.

The two smeared the ointment and each swallowed an antidote pill. Covering their eyes with cloth strips, each took out their weapons, nodded at each other, started rushing, and broke the barrier!

In the face of absolute power, all methods are futile.

Two high-level martial artists worked together, breaking it with absolute power; he didn't believe they couldn't smash out a bit of north, south, east, or west.

"Break for me!"

Saber and sword slashed it, hacked it...

The sea of blood boiled, as if demons were about to surge out from the sea of blood.

Hands!

Countless hands stretched out from the sea of blood, trying hard to reach up, attempting to grab the culprits who destroyed the peace of the sea of blood, dragging all living people into the sea of blood, to go to hell together.

"Ghosts!" Zhang Daohe glanced at the sea of blood and shouted.

With hands, could heads be far behind?

Following one hand after another stretching out, one human head after another also drilled out. Corrupt flesh hung on the bones, rustling and dripping blood.

They had ferocious expressions, full of malice and ruthlessness from the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Ghost my ass! Hurry up and slash!"

Clang, clang, clang...

Chen Guanlou used his precious saber as an axe, one slash after another.

Zhang Daohe hurriedly cooperated!

The two worked together, watching as the blood hands were about to grab the two's feet, and at this moment, the barrier appeared with cracks.

"Broken!"

Kicking over the blood hands, kicking away the blood heads, the corrupt flesh and bones scattered.

The two struck with all their might, the barrier was broken, and they hurriedly fled for their lives. Rushing straight to the mountain of blades!

"The mountain of blades is poisonous! Don't get injured."

A blue light flashed across his eyes, and Chen Guanlou knew the mountain of blades was definitely not simple. Regardless of whether it was poisonous or not, he treated it as poisonous; caution is the parent of safety, don't capsize in the gutter.

The weapons on the mountain of blades were densely packed, on the ground, on the cave roof, in mid-air. It could be called interlocking, with no gaps for people to pass through.

The key was the weapons hanging in mid-air; could it be another immortal method?

"How to get past?" Chen Guanlou asked.

Zhang Daohe gritted his teeth, hating this underground palace to the core, never having been so embarrassed before. "Rush through directly. Just ensure you don't get injured."

"Fine! Let's do as you say."

As things stood, there was no better way. They could only rush with their lives, rush with their abilities.

Using the precious saber in his hand to open the way, it was truly killing gods if they met gods, killing ghosts if they met ghosts. Without realizing it, a layer of mist strangely rose from the ground. In the mist, there was a rustling sound.

"Pay attention to the mist under your feet, don't get contaminated."

"Noted. What do you say is in the mist?"

"Don't know, definitely not anything good."

"It wouldn't be bugs again, would it?" Zhang Daohe was terrified of bugs.

"Possible!"

Both of them were disgusted by bugs, raising their positions while struggling to open the way.

The mist seemed tangible, winding around the two in threads. To avoid the mist, the two had to change positions rapidly in the mountain of blades. In this way, the difficulty of rushing through the mountain of blades was greatly increased. ===== CHAPTER 836 =====