Chapter 264: The Old Man in the Weeping Forest, the Changes at the Gate of Hell

Deep in the weeping forest.

More than a dozen unicorn evil spirits were rushing towards Chen An with the momentum of sweeping across the entire forest.

Chen An's face changed. Two fists were no match for four hands. No matter how powerful his current means were, dealing with five or six at the same time was already his limit.

Faced with more than a dozen of them, he had no confidence that he could kill them without hurting himself.

In a flash, Chen An's heart raced as fast as lightning, and he decisively chose to run away.

A real man can bend and stretch. At worst, after getting rid of these evil spirits, he can sneak back and lure them over one by one to kill them.

In short, among the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one!
Suddenly, a figure appeared behind the group of Qilin evil spirits.

The man looked at Chen An from a distance, his face thoughtful, and suddenly said in surprise: "Daoist Chen Chen."

Vaguely, Chen An seemed to sense something and was slightly startled when he saw the person coming.

The person opposite was none other than Huang Lin, who had ridden Chen An’s ride on his ship to cross the Sea of ​​Chaos and came from Dongzhou to the other side of the Sea of ​​Chaos!

He thought that the Qilin clan was dying out and Huang Lin would have a hard time without the support of the forces behind him, but he didn't expect that when they met again, this person's cultivation was already comparable to his.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the Qilin evil spirits staring at him covetously. Chen An said sternly, "This is not the place to talk. Go!"

"It doesn't matter."

Huang Lin smiled indifferently, then took out a bamboo xun, put his lips lightly to the blowing hole, and slowly played a series of soft and low tunes.

The magical thing is that as the melody spread, the originally hideous and terrifying figure of the Qilin Evil Spirit retreated one after another under the baptism of this melody, and finally turned into bursts of black smoke and disappeared into the sky.

Chen An narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly surprised in his heart that Huang Lin could actually control the Qilin Evil Soul so easily. Combined with his greatly improved cultivation, it was probably closely related to the remaining Qilin clan.

It seems that even though only remnants of the Qilin clan are left today, they have inherited some of the ancient Qilin clan's heritage and are not truly destroyed.

Come to think of it, if they did not have a certain foundation and strength, they would have been hunted down and wiped out by the Dragon and Phoenix tribes long ago.

At this time, Huang Lin came forward, bowed and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I have to thank you for helping me survive the turbulent sea back then."

Chen An waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's just a small favor. I was busy with clan affairs at the time and didn't have much time to help you find the Qilin clan. I'm really sorry."

The two men met and exchanged a few pleasantries, and Chen An then tried to test the waters.

"No, no, it's already a great help that you can bring me to the vast world of immortal cultivation. How dare I ask for such an excessive amount of money?"

Huang Lin said with emotion: "But speaking of it, after we separated that year, I also spent a lot of energy, and it was by chance that I found it."

At this point, a wail of the Qilin Evil Spirit suddenly sounded from the depths of the Weeping Blood Forest. Huang Lin's face changed when he heard the sound, and then he said in a serious tone: "I have something else to do. We will have a chance to talk about the past in the future."

"If you have something to do, please go and do it yourself."

Huang Lin nodded slightly and turned to leave, but turned back and said, "Friend Chen, for the sake of our past friendship, I remind you, don't be greedy!"

Looking at Huang Lin's receding back, Chen An secretly wondered what the other person meant by his words.

But after thinking about it, he just thought that the other party didn't let him hunt the Qilin Evil Soul too recklessly, otherwise he would be besieged like just now and it would be difficult to escape.

Holding the five-colored divine light in his hand, Chen An did not take it too seriously. After a short rest, he continued to patrol the vicinity.

But the strange thing is that after wandering in the Weeping Blood Forest for nearly a month and covering almost half of the forest, he has not seen even one evil unicorn soul.

"Strange, could it be that old man Huang Lin drove all the evil Qilin spirits out of the Weeping Blood Forest?"

Chen An recalled the scene where Huang Lin blew the bamboo flute and controlled the evil spirit of Qilin, and naturally began to guess this.

The Qilin Clan is now in a period of decline, and is in urgent need of spiritual objects like the Rong Shen Yuan Po to strengthen the Qilin Clan's strength.

It seemed that there was nothing suspicious about the other party's actions, but Chen An always felt something was weird.

Glancing around at the blood trees that seemed to be getting more and more colorful, he felt a chill on his back, and suddenly felt that the Blood Weeping Forest was even more eerie.

"It's not advisable to stay here for long, retreat first!"

Since the evil Qilin spirit could no longer be found here, Chen An made a prompt decision and left the Weeping Blood Forest immediately.

Shenglin Island, outside the weeping forest.

"How bizarre! There are no evil spirits in the Weeping Blood Forest, so how could it become such a dangerous place?"

Xuanjizi held the fortune plate in his hand, and his eyelids twitched wildly as he looked at the very bad omen displayed on the plate.

Not only that, in recent months, no matter where you go on Shenglin Island, you will see bad omens. Even several places, including the Weeping Blood Forest, have changed from being "bad" to "very bad"!
As soon as he noticed something was happening, Xuanjizi ran towards the outside of the island in a panic. But when he arrived at the Beast Head Gate, he found that the direction outside the island was "extremely dangerous"!
Although a very dangerous place is extremely dangerous, there is still a glimmer of hope for survival, but an extremely dangerous place is almost certain to die.

Unconvinced, he ran across most of Shenglin Island and returned to the Weeping Blood Forest, but nothing changed. Every place showed signs of bad and extremely bad luck.

"Could it be that I, Xuanjizi, will be buried here?"

Faced with this unprecedented situation, Xuanjizi looked ashen, with a hint of unwillingness in his desperate expression.

"Master once said that there are fifty great ways and forty-nine heavenly evolutions. If you can escape one of them, everything will have a glimmer of hope!"

Thinking of what his master once said, Xuanjizi immediately perked up, thinking to himself, now that he has no chance of survival, what does it matter if he loses a little of his lifespan? He should just give it a go!
He made up his mind and bit his fingertip, then kept smearing on the compass, drawing complex and mysterious symbols that looked like bloody tadpoles.

"Adversity is the beginning, and good fortune and misfortune are interdependent; when the tide turns, good fortune will come!"

The compass in his hand kept switching between good and bad luck. After a moment, it pointed to the northeast and showed "good luck"!
"After all, my cultivation is not enough. I tried to force myself to find a way to survive, but it actually consumed a hundred years of my lifespan."

Although he said so, Xuanjizi couldn't suppress the ecstasy on his face. Compared to the possibility of death, losing a hundred years of life was obviously more acceptable.

But after carefully looking at the direction indicated by the fortune plate, he was surprised to find that it was the direction of the gate of hell.

"Good fortune and bad fortune go hand in hand, it's interesting."

Xuanjizi smiled lightly, wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and then leaped towards the gate of hell.

In the dim light of Shenglin Island, a hint of silver flickered faintly on both sides of his black hair.

Just after leaving the bloody forest, after a brief pause, Chen An took out the bamboo tube he had obtained from the clone of the Great Barbarian King.

Since the Great Barbarian King keeps this item close to his body, it must not be an ordinary item.

Normally, there might be some spiritual objects inside, such as the Soul-Ronging Yuanpo, but Chen didn't think so.

If he was not mistaken, this piece of bamboo tube had an extraordinary origin. It was taken from a magical bamboo called the Soul-Forbidden Bamboo.

Even without any method of refining, the original Soul-Binding Bamboo alone can easily imprison the soul of a Void-Refining cultivator. If it is not released voluntarily, it is difficult to escape. "Is the fellow Taoist inside still alive?"

Chen An shook the bamboo tube gently and tested it.

Previously, the fragments of the Red Cloud Fairy’s Xuanbao were found in the Great Barbarian King’s storage bag. So Chen An boldly guessed that the person sealed in the bamboo tube was most likely her.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no response from the other party, as if there was nothing in the bamboo tube.

Chen An sneered, not taking it too seriously, and put the Soul-Securing Bamboo into his sleeve.

The other party tried to arouse his curiosity in this way, and then open the Soul-Securing Bamboo so as to take the opportunity to escape. This method was a bit too low-end.

In that case, let her stay in there!
After leaving the Weeping Blood Forest, Chen An headed towards another dangerous place, the Ghost Gate, which was also the only place he could go now.

Ghost Gate is the source of the dark energy of Shenglin Island, and it is also the ultimate source of this dark energy outbreak.

Since the rewards from hunting the Qilin Evil Soul are so rich, the rewards there must be no less than that of the Weeping Blood Forest. Of course, correspondingly, the degree of danger will definitely increase sharply.

Chen An was confident that he had many means at his disposal, and with the addition of the five-colored divine light, he felt somewhat confident.

He had to go there and see it with his own eyes to know the exact situation. If it was too dangerous, he would not be too stubborn. Leaving in time would be the best option.

Less than an hour after leaving the Weeping Blood Forest, I saw another figure in the distance, also heading towards the Ghost Gate.

Looking closely, he turned out to be a human cultivator with a gaunt face.

After discovering each other, the two of them tacitly did not get close to each other, but kept a certain distance and continued to move towards the gates of hell.

As time went by, the dark energy nearby became thicker and thicker, spiritual awareness was greatly restricted, and the light became dimmer and dimmer.

Fortunately, there are many strange plants growing on Shenglin Island, emitting a bright green light. With the weak light, we can see everything clearly.

In order to avoid being too obvious, Chen An landed early and flew at low altitude.

On the other side, the human cultivator who was traveling with him also descended at almost the same time.

The two of them didn't bother each other and continued moving forward.

Chen An looked into the distance and it seemed as if the sky and the earth in the distance were cut open by an invisible giant blade. The crack was bottomless and the dark energy that continuously gushed out from it spread like thick fog, enveloping everything around in a faint blue halo.

This opening is the gate of hell!
At the edge of the crack, the rock seemed to have been eroded by time and dark energy, forming sharp and irregular edges, like a natural sculpture.

The surface of these rocks is covered with a thin layer of ice crystals, which is a substance condensed from the underworld energy, emitting a chilling cold light.

There was a depressing and cold atmosphere in the air. Even Chen An did not dare to be careless here and moved forward cautiously.

Occasionally, low roars and deafening sounds of fighting could be heard near the crack. These were the sounds of monks of various races fighting with the underworld beasts in this area.

I don’t know if it was because there were too many Nether Beasts or because the cultivators of various races suffered too many casualties, but at this moment, a Nether Beast actually escaped and headed towards Chen An.

The Hades Beast is a strange beast born from the combination of evil spirits from the underworld and creatures on the island. They have huge bodies, well-developed muscles, and are covered with black scales or hair.

Its eyes are like burning flames, able to spew out corrosive netherworld fire, and its claws are so sharp that they can easily tear apart ordinary mystical weapons.

The underworld beasts like to eat the flesh of cultivators the most, and their bodies contain even more massive soul-melting essences, so they are also the prey of cultivators of all races.

Naturally, Chen An would not let go of the underworld beast that came to his door. A soul-calming disk flew out of his body and hovered over the underworld beast's head.

The chains of the Soul-Calming Disk have a great inhibitory effect on evil spirits, but the Hades Beast is a combination and mutation of Xie Ling and other creatures. It is no longer a pure evil spirit, and the effect of the Soul-Calming Disk is greatly reduced.

Seeing that the more the Dark Beast struggled, the more fury it showed in its eyes. Chen An was about to use other means when he saw the power of gold and fire shooting out from a distance. Combined with the Soul-Suppressing Plate, it actually completely suppressed the Dark Beast in front of him.

Gold and fire restrain his entity, and the Soul-Calming Plate restrains his spirit. The cooperation between the two is perfect.

Chen An frowned when he saw this. Stealing heads? !

Without saying a word, he silently pointed the tips of his three magic swords at the opponent.

As if he noticed the change in Chen An's expression, Xuanjizi smiled awkwardly and said, "I thought that you couldn't subdue the beast, so I helped you in a hurry. I didn't expect that I was doing something unnecessary."

As he spoke, most of the gold and fire powers had been burned by the beast, leaving only a wisp of milky white soul in its place.

This strand of Yuanpo is quite large, much larger than the one obtained in the Weeping Blood Forest. Roughly estimated, it is about three or four times the size of an ordinary Shenrong Yuanpo!
"To express my apology, all this belongs to my fellow Taoists. All this belongs to my fellow Taoists."

Xuanjizi looked at the several mysterious weapons around Chen An, his eyes twitched, and he said angrily.

"I will be disrespectful in declining it."

Chen An didn't waste any words and immediately collected the Shen Yuan Po.

This man spoke nicely and it was obvious that he had been thinking about integrating the Divine Soul and Soul, but when he saw that he was controlling so many mysterious weapons, he felt wary and began to retreat.

Chen An narrowed his eyes slightly, vaguely feeling the other party's aura was a little mysterious. While admitting defeat, he was not panicked at all, and seemed to have a certain degree of confidence.

It is estimated that this person is not an ordinary cultivator, but a tough guy.

Chen An silently retracted the magic sword and protected himself.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you go forward and take a look?" Xuanjizi asked curiously.

"There are dark beasts rampant ahead, and there are many masters from various races. I am weak, so I dare not get involved rashly." Chen An responded after listening carefully to the movement in front.

Xuanjizi curled his lips and asked, "Are you weak?"
Manipulating four mystical instruments at the same time is not something that an ordinary cultivator who has reached the perfection of the Void Refinement Stage can do. It is estimated that he has become one of the top cultivators of the Void Refinement Stage in every race.

If he had not been quick to react and give in quickly, the two of them would probably have been involved in a fierce battle by now.

"Isn't it the same for you, fellow Taoist?" Chen An asked back.

"I just want to go back and be free and at ease, but I don't want to continue fighting with the evil spirits here."

This was Xuanjizi's true thought. If he had not calculated that the hope for survival on Shenglin Island was near the Gate of Hell, he would never have returned to such a dangerous place.

"Isn't that Master Mu Yan from Cangwu Province? Tsk tsk, he fought two underworld beasts by himself. His strength is really well-deserved."

Xuanjizi looked from afar and saw a short figure near the Ghost Gate controlling three puppets to dodge left and right, fighting against two underworld beasts without being at a disadvantage.

But gradually, Chen An discovered something was wrong.

The size and momentum of one of the underworld beasts actually increased visibly, almost identical to the extremely difficult Qilin evil spirit he had encountered in the Weeping Blood Forest.

(End of this chapter)