The appearance of the awning boat was like a drop of ink dripping into clear water, instantly dyeing the surrounding atmosphere into a strange and ominous darkness.
"What the hell?"
Yang Xiong stopped immediately, roared like a tiger, and shook the spear in his hand. Meridian Opening's powerful True Qi erupted from his body, forming a pale golden Protective Qi, staring at the back with vigilance.
His intuition, honed through hundreds of battles on the battlefield, allowed him to sense the fatal danger from that figure.
Wang Teng's reaction was more cautious. He did not make a sound, but lowered his voice and used True Qi to transmit the message to Lu Chen: "Brother Lu, this thing has a strange aura. It doesn't look like a living thing, and it doesn't look like a demon. It looks like an earthbound spirit that is integrated with the local environment, or a collection of some powerful resentment. I'm afraid, this is the first test of Myriad Souls Cave."
As expected of a disciple of the Aristocratic Clan, his knowledge is indeed extraordinary.
Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
The moment he stepped into this area, his powerful soul power far beyond the same level swept over it.
However, the result shocked him.
As soon as his Divine Sense got close to the figure in the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, he was like a mud cow entering the sea, being completely swallowed up by an invisible, rotating dark force, and it was impossible to detect its reality at all.
Lu Chen quickly went through the broken memories Soul Devour obtained from the Rebirth Hall incense master's brain.
Soon, he found scattered records about this object-River of Forgetfulness Ferryman.
It is not a living thing, nor a ghost, but the embodiment of Myriad Souls Cave Principle, and it is one of the gatekeepers of this Jedi land.
It does not hurt the physical body, does not damage the True Qi, and only transfers the soul.
Anyone with a weak will and an unstable Daoist heart will have their soul extradited by them once they get close and dragged into the dark River of Forgetfulness beneath their feet, where they will perish forever.
Just as the three of them hesitated, the ferryman moved.
It turned around slowly, inch by inch.
Under the shadow of the bamboo hat, there are no facial features or faces, only a slowly rotating, bottomless darkness of nothingness, like a vortex that can swallow the soul.
It didn't launch any physical attacks, not even the slightest energy fluctuation.
But an invisible, irresistible and terrifying pull from the soul level suddenly acted on the souls of the three people!
"Uh-huh!"
Yang Xiong bears the brunt!
He felt as if his Heavenly Spirit Cap had been violently lifted open by a big invisible hand, and his whole soul felt like it was about to be forcibly pulled out of his body.
The scene in front of him began to distort. Countless comrades who had died in battle beside him and enemies who had been killed by his gun turned into ferocious illusions, wailing and roaring in his ears.
"Get away!"
Yang Xiong's eyes were red and he roared angrily.
He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and the severe pain made him clear his mind. The iron blood Sha Qi, which was honed in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, burst out from his body like boiling wolf smoke!
This condensed and substantial Sha Qi turned into an invisible barrier, temporarily resisting the pull of the soul, allowing him to barely stabilize the soul that was about to leave the body.
But his face was already as pale as paper, and the veins on his forehead popped out, obviously he was struggling to hold on.
The situation of Wang Teng is much worse than that of Yang Xiong.
He was born in the Aristocratic Clan, and although his will is strong, he ultimately lacks the iron-blooded Sha Qi that Yang Xiong has honed in life and death.
His pride and talent seemed so fragile in the face of such a test that faced the origin of his soul.
His soul was stretched the most, and his body began to take steps uncontrollably, walking step by step towards the dark river.
Wang Teng's eyes were blank, with an obsessed and weird smile on his face, and he murmured to himself, "I saw... the Golden Avenue...Longevity's door is right in front of me..."
He actually fell directly into the illusion of his deepest desires!
"Wang Teng, wake up!"
Yang Xiong was very anxious when he saw this, and wanted to reach out to pull him, but he was also walking with difficulty. Every time he moved, the pain of being pulled in his soul became more intense.
Wang Teng turned a deaf ear to this, and half of his feet had already stepped into the ink-black river water.
The moment his feet touched the water, hundreds of pale and swollen arms with black nails suddenly stretched out from under the calm river surface, like water plants, densely wrapped around his ankles and calves!
Once you are completely dragged in, it will be difficult for the gods to save you!
Lu Chen frowned tightly.
He also felt the pulling force, but unlike the painful struggles of Yang Xiong and Wang Teng, this force acted on him, just like the breeze blowing over the tens of thousands of mountains. It only made his mind waver slightly, and then had no effect.
<Ten Thousand Year Black Tortoise Art>, who has reached the perfect state, has already tempered his physical body and soul into an integrated whole, and is as stable as an eternal rock.
Coupled with the tyranny of the power of the soul that he himself was infected by Godslayer, this River of Forgetfulness Ferryman test was in vain for him.
Seeing that Wang Teng was about to be dragged into the water, Lu Chen stopped watching.
He could have smashed the ferryman and the boat together with a <Wind Thunder Spell-Breaking Talisman>, but the consequence of doing so would definitely attract the attention of other people in the distance.
A more reliable method must be used.
"Town!"
From Lu Chen's mouth, a low sound sounded like the roar of an ancient bell.
<Ten Thousand Year Profound Qi Art>Operation at full power!
But this time, the thick and solid dark black True Qi did not form Protective Qi on the body surface, but turned into an invisible suppressive artistic conception, as heavy as a mountain, as thick as the earth, with him as the center, spreading silently like ripples on the water!
Black Tortoise Soul Suppression!
This artistic conception instantly enveloped Yang Xiong, who was struggling to support himself, and Wang Teng, who was about to be dragged into the water.
The two of them were shocked almost at the same time!
They only felt a steady, heavy and unshakable force, as if rising from the depths of the earth beneath their feet, instantly penetrating their whole bodies, as if an indestructible sea-fixing needle had been laid for their souls that were about to fly out of their bodies!
The irresistible pulling force from the ferry was weakened by more than 90% in the face of this majestic artistic conception that suppressed all things!
"Ah!"
Wang Teng shivered violently as if he had received an electric shock, and woke up from the illusion of Longevity Avenue in shock.
When he saw half of his body immersed in the water, and the countless pale and rotting arms tightly wrapped around his calves, an extreme fear instantly overcame his reason and scared him out of his wits.
He let out a shrill scream, used his hands and feet, and rolled back to the shore. He collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, and his back was already completely soaked with cold sweat.
Under the protection of Lu Chen's soul-suppressing domain, the three of them walked slowly past the awning boat under the pressure of the weakened soul.
River of Forgetfulness Ferryman seemed to be just an enforcer of rules. Seeing that his power could no longer shake the souls of the three, he stopped making any unnecessary moves and just used the abyss-like darkness under the hat to watch them go away quietly.
It wasn't until I completely walked through this gentle water that the pressure on my soul completely disappeared.
Wang Teng looked back with lingering fear at the boat that was gradually moving away. When he turned back to look at the back of Lu Chen, his eyes had completely changed.
The awe before was due to the terrifying power of Lu Chen to kill Meridian Opening in the later stage.
But at this moment, there was an added feeling of heartfelt and total admiration.
He knows better than anyone else that without Lu Chen just now, he would have died. It was not the death of his physical body, but his soul falling into the abyss and never being reincarnated.
That is an ending more terrible than death.
He silently climbed up from the ground, silently walked behind Lu Chen, and stood half a step back unconsciously than before.
It's an unmistakable gesture that represents complete surrender.
After passing through the underground river area, the front suddenly becomes clear.
An extremely huge underground dome that seemed to hollow out the entire mountain range appeared in front of the three of them.
The dome is inlaid with countless luminous strange crystals, illuminating the space as bright as day.
In the center of the dome, a huge sphere of pure black energy with a diameter of more than thirty feet was pulsing slowly like a heart.
Countless twisted and painful souls floated and wailed on the surface of the sphere, making silent screams. That was the final seal of Myriad Souls Cave!
Before the seal, five black shadows stood quietly.
Four of them were busy arranging something around an altar filled with blood.
The leader of the group had a body as straight as a gun. He did not wear the iconic Ghost Face Mask of the Rebirth Hall, and only revealed a pale and bloodless face.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the huge sealed sphere quietly.
A terrifying coercion that was at the peak of the Meridian Opening realm, and even half a foot had already stepped into the Xiantian realm, was like a real realm, spreading out with him as the center, causing the entire space to twist and tremble.
Lu Chen Weiwei's heart tightened slightly.
He knows this guy!
It was Judge who almost caught him at Nanling Ghost Market!