Chapter 461: Entering Hell

Ah!

Someone suddenly cried out, "Li Xuelai is still outside..."

On the other side of the town, in twos and threes, in groups of three or five, the gods and demons gathered, discussing what to do next, how to complete the mission.

Suddenly, I felt the ground beneath my feet tremble.

"An earthquake?"

The earth dragon turned over, a group of people stood unsteadily, half-kneeling on the ground, feeling as if the earth itself were rising.

Rising at an incline...

"What's going on?"

Everyone's faces turned pale with shock; this sudden disaster was absolutely not a normal earthquake.

Could it be the corrupt blood from the mission causing this?

"Second Senior Brother, your direction is wrong..." Ao Yulie in the sky said.

From the perspective in the sky, one could see that the "earth" dug out by Zhu Bajie, despite continuous cracks on the surface, still remained intact overall.

But the direction was slightly off.

"Oh." Zhu Bajie responded, swinging his nine-toothed rake, the huge phantom of the rake flashing past.

A whole chunk of earth trembled, about to be smashed "straight on" by his rake.

At that moment, a low, murmuring voice came.

It did not come from any particular direction, but from the void in all directions, everywhere.

"Reverence... blood..."

Several gods and demons changed expression, faces showing pain, one even clutching his head, as if suffering some unknown mental attack.

Fortunately, this sound came suddenly and left quickly, vanishing in just a few blinks.

The entire chunk of earth, now dug out, had risen into midair, like a floating island.

Below its surface, at a certain distance, the soil began to "surge," and black, eerie blood welled up from within.

"Isn't this dug out already?" Tang Luo said, "It's very simple."

Kongming and Zhao Hongmiao walked out of the house, looking at the "island" in midair, their faces surprised: "This is..."

"Dug out." Someone said.

"... Dug out?" Zhao Hongmiao stared in disbelief.

"Basic operation." Kongming patted Zhao Hongmiao on the shoulder, "Did you see that person in the sky?"

"I saw him."

"White Dragon Horse's destiny—I've personally seen him turn into a dragon, a true dragon." Kongming said.

Tang Luo himself had no intention of keeping secrets; in some situations, this guy Kongming just helped him pretend.

It helped foster friendship—between the martial arts myth and approaching science.

"Are these the corrupt blood?" Zhao Hongmiao felt his voice distort slightly.

All this happened too fast; originally, weren't we supposed to be scheming and fighting openly and secretly with the Western gods and demons while searching for the corrupt blood's whereabouts?

As a result, in just a few minutes, the corrupt blood was dug out.

And it was such a large chunk.

"No, it should just be a part." Tang Luo said.

As he spoke, the surging black liquid gradually took shape, dancing in midair, looking like black hair, yet also like tentacles.

The "floating earth" turned into a clump of eerie black hairball.

Vast amounts of black hair-like strands flailed wildly, then began falling off one by one.

In midair, these strands turned into a single black humanoid beast, landing, falling into the deep pit.

Some also fell to the edge.

But these eerie humanoid beast monsters did not immediately attack Tang Luo and his group; they just stood there, their bodies swaying eerily.

"Oh, I get it now!"

Tang Luo suddenly slapped his palm.

"What?"

"Master, what did you understand?"

Tang Luo said: "It's not that we were lucky and just dug up the corrupt blood. Rather, beneath our feet, everything has been corrupted by the corrupt blood; it exists in every inch of soil under our feet."

"What?"

"Wait, this inescapable range—is it actually the area covered by the corrupt blood?" Kongming said.

"Yes." Tang Luo nodded, "It's not a formation or influence; we've simply entered the domain that 'it' is gradually expanding into."

"How are we supposed to obtain the corrupt blood?" Zhao Hongmiao said.

Other gods and demons also found it somewhat difficult.

Leaving aside the mission's danger level, just obtaining this corrupt blood underground is already a difficult task.

A cup of water held in a cup, held in hand, counts as obtained.

A box of water can also be carried and handled similarly.

But how to obtain this black blood merged into the earth, mixed in the soil?

How can one "control" the flow of a river in one's hand?

Can't we just occupy the land as king, declare this area ours? Even if possible, at best it's only legally owning it in the real world.

The god-demon game wouldn't recognize this method as obtaining "corrupted blood."

The massive "island" in midair began to shrink, more and more hair forming, breaking, and falling to the ground.

The number had already completely exceeded the town's total population.

Zhu Bajie dug out a large chunk of behavior, as if he had poked a beehive.

"Just stuff it into the bottle, right?" Facing everyone's doubts, Tang Luo said.

"Just a part, not counting as completing the mission." Kongming said, "Perhaps, if all the god-demons walk together, each obtaining a part of corrupted blood, the mission can be completed."

One person cannot achieve obtaining corrupted blood.

But obtaining a part of corrupted blood is not difficult.

Li Xuelai successfully obtained a part from the black beastman—of course, in the end, the corrupted blood still escaped.

Many hands make light work; as long as all the god-demons walk unite, completing the mission is possible!

However, this is obviously impossible.

A group of god-demons walk, not even knowing what corrupted blood looks like, just blurted out dogbrains.

The god-demon game itself is nearly "cultivating" god-demons walk in the way of raising gu.

At this point, suddenly demanding people unite is too much to ask.

"Actually, obtaining a part is enough." Tang Luo thought, stroking his chin, and said.

"Huh?"

"As long as the excess part is completely burned." Tang Luo said, "The part obtained then becomes unique, definitely counting as successfully obtaining corrupted blood."

"..."

Master, you're so clever—does your mom know?

"It's also possible. What we see are just irrelevant parts, just pollutants of corrupted blood; true corrupted blood isn't what we see." Tang Luo continued, "It's all possible."

"But this is different, because the completion method is actually the same."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a transparent flame appeared beside him, pale gold, flickering.

Then came the second, third, and over a dozen flames flickering and gathering around Tang Luo, as if guards escorting a king.

Hands clasped before him, accompanied by light palm sounds, and Tang Luo's grand, solemn, heaven-like Buddhist chant: "Buddha's Dharma is boundless..."

Everyone beside him, including Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie fallen to the ground, felt a surge of power begin to stir.

Like it came from the outside world, yet also from deep within the body.

The Spartan war cry, this third-level skill that had lasted a long time, was fully integrated and mastered by Tang Luo in this Buddhist chant.

No longer limited by time or the number of people strengthened.

True "Buddha's Dharma is boundless"!

The jumping liuli flames flew toward the people, circling around them, then attaching to each person's right hand.

Just attached, not burning.

"Don't touch, guide these flames; they will help you burn the corrupted blood completely... it might take some time sometimes." Tang Luo said.

Tang Luo turned, one hand raised before his chest, solemn and dignified, an enlightened monk: "The task of subduing demons and upholding the Dao is now entrusted to your hands."

Translated, that means—you've been strengthened, go!

"What are you doing then?" Kongming asked bluntly.

"The poor monk enters the tiger's den to ease a bit of pressure for all patrons." Tang Luo said, turned, and walked straight toward the dug-out pit.

Inside, large numbers of black beastmen could be seen entangled, constantly shifting between "solid" and "liquid" states.

This huge pit vaguely showed a tendency to become a "black lake."

Tang Luo just walked over, lightly leapt, and jumped into the black pit—into the abyss.

Entering hell, offering the body to the tiger, sacrificing the self to become benevolent.

"If I don't enter hell, who will?"

Only seen, Tang Luo's figure was swallowed by the black strange blood, gradually sinking.

Faint light could be seen around him, isolating these black corrupted blood.

Suddenly, the black hairs in the sky turned into large amounts of black blood, pouring down.

The black tide surged, leaving only the topmost thin layer of ground intact.

All other "places" turned into black blood.

Fall down!

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar, earth shaking, mountains trembling, terrifying impact—even these fourth-rank god-demons walk couldn't stand firm, barely holding on by Tang Luo's Buddha's Dharma is boundless support, not letting themselves "be blown away by the wind."

"Master?!"

"Really?" Even Kongming changed expression, feeling Tang Luo was truly overreaching, encountering the unexpected.

The dug-out pit before them had vanished, refilled.

The ground was covered with cracks and gullies; those houses had been lifted once, fallen once, and completely turned into ruins.

Black water columns erupted from underground, carrying black mist; when those "waters" hit the ground, they turned into various strange black beasts.

"Awe..." The strange whisper echoed again.

But this time, the words "blood" hadn't even truly come out yet.

A flame shot into the sky, translucent golden fire surging from underground, violent and domineering.

Black corrupted blood, upon touching the golden flame, instantly boiled.

Like oil and water touching.

For a moment, the feeling it gave was of extreme danger, as if the black corrupt blood could swallow heaven and devour earth.

But in the next breath, the boiling corrupt blood turned into wispy black smoke.

Unlike the lingering, pervasive black mist, these wisps of smoke quickly dissipated in the air, vanishing completely.

In the surging, boiling black tide, Tang Luo sat cross-legged, hovering within it.

Flames surrounded his body, burning away the corrupt blood around him.

"Amitabha."

The resonant Buddhist chant came from his mouth; Tang Luo swept his gaze over the crowd, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Benefactors, go now."