Chapter 776: Passing Under the Wangchuan Three-Coating Bridge

Accompanied by the rising and falling sounds of conch shells, a hundred or so Asura warriors soon came running barefoot.

In the Sea of Blood, spiritual herbs and divine metals were the scarcest resources. The Asura race could only attack other realms to seize divine metals for forging weapons, so their mastery of magic treasures was far inferior to that of the Daoist sects.

However, they were born with multiple limbs, allowing them to condense many magic tools upon themselves using their innate divine abilities, so they were not lacking in methods.

A great Asura warrior condensed all the Dao rhyme from his six arms into a single precious fan. Seeing the crowd running far away, his face turned beet-red. He blew a mouthful of demonic qi onto the banana fan in his hand, which then expanded violently, becoming too large even for his six arms to hold together.

At this moment, the surrounding Asura warriors came to assist, joining forces to lift the enormous banana fan and swinging it down fiercely.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood, running at the very front, screamed upon seeing this: "Not good! They intend to stir the Sea of Blood, churn up the filth deposited at the bottom, and fan a poisonous wind!"

A group of demon lords all changed color. Many demon lords jumped directly into the Sea of Blood, intending to burrow to the bottom. Ling Gong hurriedly cast out pills, which landed on each person, saying: "Don't be afraid, I have antidotes here!"

The Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood ran wildly, its massive demonic elephant body running as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting.

Its two tusks swept back and forth incessantly, and it said in a muffled voice: "It's useless. That Sea of Blood poisonous wind has been refined into a divine ability by our Sea of Blood demonic path, known as the Zhu Jiuyin Corrosive Immortal Qi. Your Daoist sects should be familiar with it!"

Ling Gong was slightly stunned, then immediately sat down honestly and began to frantically drive the golden ship.

This thing could even corrode a Nascent Soul. In the millions of years that the righteous and demonic paths had been entangled, many immortals had sought medicine for this at the Tushita Palace; spirit pills below the fifth rank were not even worth considering. As for those below the Nascent Soul Immortal level, once they touched this poisonous gas, they wouldn't last until the time they could seek medicine.

The sound of conch shells, the sound of war drums, plus the Yu Yu Jiuyou demonic language roared by the Asura warriors—every word was filthy and foul, echoing in the Sea of Blood and falling into everyone's hearts, beginning to defile their Dao hearts.

Although the Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood did not fear these, it understood the Yu Yu Jiuyou demonic language. These Asura warriors had no culture, and their insults were very straightforward.

With thousands of sentences overlapping, it also made the Fu Fu Lao Mo burn with internal fire.

It immediately curled its elephant trunk, opened its huge mouth, and with a thunderous roar of countless overlapping voices, began to curse back at the Asura warriors!

Yan Shu hurriedly raised a prohibition, intending to block Ning Qingchen's ears: "Don't listen, the insults are extremely filthy!"

Ning Qingchen tilted her head slightly to dodge, smiling: "Yan Yan Shixiong, I don't understand it!"

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment. That's right! Why did he understand it?

The two sides exchanged Yu Yu Jiuyou demonic language, but that language was a manifestation of part of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Great Dao. The true transmission of the demonic path was already silently reciting the demonic language to drive the demon lords they had refined, while on the righteous path side, some people's magic power had already begun to collapse and their spirits to waver.

Finally, the huge banana fan swung several times, fanning that patch of the Sea of Blood until it soared. The pus and blood at the bottom of the Sea of Blood bubbled upward, and strands of black gas surged, emitting brilliant colorful light. The thick black mist was formed by the convergence of countless extremely brilliant colors; one could not know how many kinds of strange poisons had to be precipitated to cultivate such a supreme grade.

The Asura warriors, possessing immortal bodies, would rather run further away and detour from afar than block the path of the black wind transformed by the Zhu Jiuyin Corrosive Immortal Qi.

Within the black wind were also powers as fine as dust and haze.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood took one look, and its soul fled in terror: "Soul-Dissolving and Spirit-Scattering Sand!"

The poisonous wind, mixed with evil sand, rolled over the Sea of Blood and swept toward the crowd. Seeing this scene, the Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood knew it absolutely could not outrun the poisonous wind, and hurriedly said: "Quickly sink into the Sea of Blood!" It stopped for a step, turned its head, and used its thick, massive elephant trunk to lash out fiercely. A hurricane was whipped up, and it forcibly sucked the poisonous wind and evil sand that were about to catch up to the crowd into its trunk.

The massive demonic elephant's trunk began to rot inch by inch, and the demonic body, which could be called an immortal body, began to fester. Even the sturdiest tusks began to turn yellow. With the poison gas entering its lungs, the demonic elephant's chest began to rot, exposing massive ribs like small hills.

The tough elephant skin, as resilient as dragon skin and copper armor, rotted over a large area. This Prison-Suppressing Demonic Long Xiang began to shed its flesh and skin from the inside out.

Seeing this, those Daoist disciples finally cast aside their hesitation and jumped toward the bottom of the Sea of Blood like dumplings being dropped into a pot from the golden ship.

As for the demonic path disciples, they were the fastest to jump. The Buddhist sect? The Buddhist sect followed closely behind, and then the overseas immortal sects...

Yan Shu flipped the golden ship upside down and dived under the blood water with Ning Qingchen. These blood waters, which were originally extremely filthy, were stained by their protective immortal light. Sure enough, they only took away various ruthless lives and tiny insects; upon contacting the immortal light, they slid past on both sides. Sure enough, the filthiest things were the most capable of cleansing the unclean.

Even the lotus flower under Master Zhutanmo's feet and the halo behind his head, having been cleansed by the blood water, became a point clearer.

The demonic dragon elephant transformed by the Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood was like a rotting corpse skeleton, its four feet standing like pillars above the Sea of Blood.

The figure on its back pressed its hand slightly, and the Zhu Jiuyin Corrosive Immortal Qi was refined into black mysterious light, spiraling toward the elephant bones. The water of the Sea of Blood, passing through the elephant legs, was also refined by that black light into some kind of nourishment. Gradually, the giant elephant's skin and flesh grew back, only the form and quality had transformed by a point.

The black mountain on the elephant body and the demonic body sealed a point that was there and not there within it, which suddenly opened up, transforming into a hell.

The black light refined by the Zhu Jiuyin Corrosive Immortal Qi crouched in the hell. Countless fierce ghosts and wandering souls were soaked by it, their skin and flesh immediately rotting, and then the black light turned, again transforming into blood water for nourishment.

Such a pool of blood was condensed, which was the most important change for the Prison-Suppressing Demonic Long Xiang to cultivate from having form to having no form.

Demonic Elephant Hell Transformation!

Under the black mountain, a hell was opened, which was the fourteenth layer of the Blood Pool Hell. The Fu Fu Lao Mo used the Zhu Jiuyin Corrosive Immortal Qi to refine the eighth form-having divine demon, opening the Blood Pool Hell Transformation, taking another step toward the immortal body of the divine demon.

It raised its elephant trunk, let out a long, high-pitched cry to the heavens, and then curled its trunk, sweeping up the Asura warrior who had rushed the fastest and suppressing it into the hell.

The person on the demonic elephant's back opened their mouth and said: "..."

The pure Yu Yu Jiuyou demonic language made the pursuing Asura warriors hesitate. The leading warrior knelt on one knee and said: "We can retreat, but you must release our companion!"

That person pondered slightly, but shook their head and said: "I see that your race is also capable of being trained. He has his own opportunities; you need not worry."

After speaking, the demonic elephant waded through the sea and sank into the Sea of Blood.

Those Asura warriors discussed it for a while and felt that they still could not abandon their companion, so they split off a small team of about five people and followed in the direction where the demonic elephant had sunk.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood suppressed an Asura, and as the Blood Pool Hell ground it down, it immediately provided him with a steady stream of magic power and strength. With the strength of that Asura added, although the Prison-Suppressing Demonic Long Xiang was known for its great strength, its power became three points stronger, and the physique of that immortal demonic body nearly doubled.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo was overjoyed and said: "Sure enough, my Sea of Blood demonic path is the true biological son. You little bastards, you dare to cause trouble!"

"Suppressing one Asura gives one Asura's strength. If I suppress ten, wouldn't I be able to beat an immortal divine demon body just by strength? It's a pity I only cultivated one small Blood Pool Hell, and at most can only suppress three Asura warriors..."

The Fu Fu Lao Mo of the Sea of Blood's eyes lit up. He now knew why the Asura warriors were even angrier to see him than to see the successors of Shaoqing.

The demonic path was truly capable of taking action against its own kind!

In the Blood Pool Hell, the Asura warrior struggled angrily, triggering a hell riot. Those fierce ghosts and grievances were instantly blasted by the great force, and then the black light turned, and they were reborn in the blood pool. At this moment, the person sitting cross-legged on the demonic elephant's back moved their lips slightly, and a demonic sound of great music and silence enveloped the hell.

The Asura warrior listened attentively, suddenly gradually realized something, and stopped struggling.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo was completely unaware, only thinking that this Asura warrior had resigned himself to fate, and still happily used the Asura's demonic qi to temper the newly refined formless divine demon—the Blood Pool Hell.

Yan Shu dived into the Sea of Blood and felt as if he had returned home.

He turned his head and said to Ning Qingchen: "Those Asuras are quite simple and honest. My Shaoqing has fought with them for many years, and I know that although their temperaments are explosive and warlike, they actually don't have as many ghost-like thoughts as the demonic path! If it were just us Daoist sects, we could have talked it over. It's a pity they have great fear of the Buddhist sect, have old grudges with the demon lords, and on top of that, their tempers are explosive and they won't listen to us explain so much."

Ning Qingchen used the Huaiyue Junqing Pendant to isolate the blood water, looking at the path ahead which was already cut off, and even the reflected Taiyin had turned into a blood moon.

Looking left and right, she found that it was all vast blood water, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Yan Yan Shixiong, don't think too much. Now we are lost!"

Yan Shu spoke demonic language and asked the Sea of Blood beside him, saying: "We aren't lost! We are still at the boundary between the Return to Ruins and the Sea of Blood, and the Taiyin positioning is very unreliable. It's best to let it come!"

The green ox stomped its four feet on the seawater, stretched its horns, and sent the Ear Dao God, who was holding the five-colored carp, in front of them.

The Ear Dao God dipped its brush into the blood water beside it, pondered for a moment, and with a stroke of its pen, drew an ancient and dilapidated stone bridge in one go. It threw the drawing of the stone bridge upward, and above the surface of the Sea of Blood where the crowd had sunk, a stone bridge suddenly spanned across. Above the stone bridge, a bright moon hung high, its clear light crossing the bluestone bridge, quiet and serene, full of a peaceful atmosphere.

Yan Shu swung his arms vigorously and swam upward.

The two broke through the water surface and immediately saw that everything before them had changed. The boundless Sea of Blood with its oppressive and heavy demonic nature had disappeared. Beside them was clear river water, only this water was extremely light and buoyant. If it weren't for an invisible force on the stone bridge not far above their heads holding them,

at this time, the two should have sunk to the bottom of the river.

Yan Shu wanted to get up and fly, but found that there was nowhere to exert force. Ning Qingchen transformed into a blade of Taiyin light, cutting off the river's suction force on them, and with the help of various emotional threads attached to a broken stone on the bridge, they finally flew up and landed on the bridge.

"Finally returned to the world of the living!"

This was an extremely wide river, flowing slowly. The river water was extremely cold and buoyant, and had a faint taste of washing away memories and spirits. The two only soaked once, and felt their spirits become much clearer.

Of course, that was because one of them had a firm sword heart, and the other had emotional threads attached; their memories and spiritual feelings had not been lost.

Yan Shu's eyes lit up, and he lay in front of the stone bridge, sinking his head into the water.

Ning Qingchen was startled and said: "Yan Yan Shixiong, what are you doing?"

Yan Shu gurgled under the river water: "This water can suppress the demonic wisdom in my mind. I still overestimated myself. Before, my sword heart could no longer cut the Mani Pearl! If I can't persist, the thread that Qian Shidi left with me will break!"

Ning Qingchen was still a little worried: "Then Yan Yan Shixiong, be careful, don't wash away all your memories!"

"Don't be afraid, my memories have been branded in Shaoqing, and inscribed on my life-bound sword heart. Alas, perhaps this is my Yang Spirit tribulation! After cutting through Qian Shidi's demonic wisdom, I feel that any heavenly thunder, wind, or fire tempering the Yang Spirit is not worth mentioning! It's hard for Qian Shidi to fight against the demonic nature for so long, and only then could he not hold on!"

Ning Qingchen had no choice but to protect him. Seeing a human head emerge from the river water, she hurriedly pointed with the Taiyin Emotion-Cutting Blade, cutting off the river's pull on him.

Ling Gong was a bit dazed, and it took a long time for him to recover. He took out a pill furnace from his bosom, opened the secret box, and took a pill.

He said with lingering fear: "So dangerous, I almost had my memories washed away! Fortunately, my Tushita Palace prepared the Profound-Pointing Heart-Questioning Pill!"

At this time, people emerged from the Wangchuan one after another. Yan Shu used the Wuyou Naiheqiao as an anchor to lock this place. When the crowd that had sunk into the Sea of Blood could no longer hold on and emerged from the sea, they would return to the world of the living.

The path of returning to the living, emerging from the Wangchuan, was also appropriate.

Ling Gong stepped forward to feed each Tushita Palace disciple a spirit pill, letting them open their own pill furnaces and take out the Profound-Pointing Heart-Questioning Pill that restored the original heart. Other Daoist disciples also had their own methods, and the sequelae were not too serious.

Lin Mingxiu of the Shenxiao Sect had a bit of a headache. He had forgotten some things, but with the help of the Tushita Palace's spirit pills, his supreme Golden Core gradually filled the gaps in his memory.

But those junior brothers and sisters with slightly worse cultivation were not so lucky. Some even forgot their own surnames.

The Buddhist sect all climbed up intact, but all had bitter faces, and even had the intention of wanting to wash away their memories. A monk's lips moved, and he said bitterly: "This poor monk's cultivation in the previous life has been destroyed quite a bit. If I want to achieve the right fruit, I don't know how many more lifetimes I will have to turn!"

Master Zhutanmo was surrounded by nearly a hundred lotus flowers. The lotus flowers were in full bloom, but they were wrapped around many unconscious disciples of various sects, as well as some unwilling demon lords.

Seeing the Wangchuan river water beside them, those demon lords were like seeing a ghost, screaming: "Wangchuan Chuanhe! Is this the Three-Coating Chuanhe?"

"The Three-Coating Chuanhe is the boundary between the underworld and the world of the living. It is reasonable to come out from here, but why would a burial earth immortal island in the Return to Ruins have such an existence as the Three-Coating Chuanhe? Could it be that this is really a prototype of a great world waiting to be opened? Those big figures buried here are just waiting for the opportunity of the world to open, intending to live again?"

Xu Daofu muttered to himself.

At this time, everyone lent a hand to pull their companions up. Among them, Ning Qingchen's Emotion-Cutting Blade contributed the most. She even used the blade light to reconnect the emotional threads for those who had lost their memories, letting them feel each other's hearts with their most important people and reconnect their memories.

For a time, everyone thanked her, opening up many connections for Ning Qingchen.

A demon lord of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Demonic Consciousness Sect said with a bitter face: "It's over! My hundreds of demon lords are gone!"

A disciple of the Wuchang Sect beside him comforted him: "They went to reincarnation! It's okay, everyone is the same. My 'Bitter Spring Sutra' is even worse. I don't know how many kinds of suffering in the world I experienced before I cultivated a pool of bitter water, and I was just about to open the spring eye. It was all washed away by the river water just now!"

The fundamental cultivation method was destroyed?

The disciple of the Demonic Consciousness Sect just wanted to comfort him, and at the same time secretly plant a heavenly demon, but that regretful Yin Demon had just landed when it was destroyed by a slight vibration of the Wuchang Sect disciple's true qi.

The Wuchang Sect disciple's expression was faint: "In this way, I can only use the Wangchuan river water to cultivate my sect's 'Wangchuan Bitter Spring Guidance'! The path to Core Formation is ten times harder!"

The disciple of the Demonic Consciousness Sect watched him pretend to be cool and leave calmly, and spat fiercely in his heart: "I know you have the hope of a supreme Golden Core! Pfft, what are you pretending for? Still glaring at me, I lost so many demon lords, don't I have to fill them back up!"

"If you have the ability, let me plant a demon lord and temper your demonic Dao heart!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar of rolling waves in the river behind them. The crowd looked back and saw a massive demonic elephant crawling out of the river water, saying in a panic: "Why is the exit back to the world of the living the Wangchuan Chuanhe! Now my hell is empty. Whose hell only suppresses one ghost? What are you looking at?"

It roared at the disciples who were looking: "If you look again, I will suppress you all!"

The Ear Dao God tilted its little head slightly, akimbo, and glared at it, as if saying: "What, do you have an opinion?"

The Fu Fu Lao Mo lowered its head slightly, not looking at the little thing. It couldn't afford to provoke it. The more its cultivation progressed, the more it knew that this little thing was unfathomable, even though it was clearly just a minor god. Usually, when seeing such spirits, the Fu Fu Lao Mo wouldn't even bother to refine them into demon lords!

The Fu Fu Lao Mo saw that ancient stone bridge and was immediately stunned: "Who cultivated the great divine ability of the Wuyou Naiheqiao and abandoned it here?"

It turned its head to look at the other half of the void that the stone bridge spanned, and immediately widened its eyes: "The Wuyou Naiheqiao connects to the Nine Nethers, and the Wangchuan Chuanhe flows past it, and the back of the river is my boundless Sea of Blood. This place connects the Three Coatings, and is the overlap of the Nine Nethers, the Underworld, the Sea of Blood, and the Return to Ruins. Who set up such a great game?"

Master Zhutanmo noticed that there were two or three green lotuses blooming beside the stone bridge, rootless and leafless, not knowing where they came from.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo glanced at the green lotus and curled his lips: "No other shore flowers bloom by the Wangchuan Chuanhe, what kind of lotus flowers are blooming! Pretending to be elegant!"

At this time, even the wisdom in his heart looked up at him in surprise. He had seen many demon lords! He had never seen anyone so capable of courting death!

And he didn't use his brain at all for these words.

If he had used it even a little, his wisdom would have had time to remind him to be cautious in his words and actions.

"Some people's stupidity cannot be saved even by world-shaking wisdom... and they only play high-end games! If his status were even a little lower, he wouldn't offend people like this!"

The root wisdom shook its head slightly. It was precisely such a fool that was needed to drag wisdom down. Wisdom most feared being unreachable and detached from reality, so it must be dragged in the mud to roll and grind well.

This kind of stupidity that pointed directly to the original heart, which even the cruel demonic path experience could not wear away, was truly... wonderful beyond words. ===== CHAPTER 777 =====