The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 983

Chapter 983: Chapter 980: Discovered Chapter 983: Chapter 980: Discovered “Take it yourself if you're not afraid that Black Mountain has tampered with the things on the wooden frame,” Shen Luo said casually.

Although he had received Shen Luo's approval, Qing Lu hesitated after hearing what he had said.

Shen Luo didn't bother with him and took out the leather scroll to open it, only to see a very complicated map etched on it like a tattoo, with thousands of intersecting lines.

On the side of the map, there were ancient seal characters that read “Hell Labyrinth Map.”

Shen Luo stared at the map and examined it carefully, his brows inevitably furrowing.

The map was meticulously drawn, not sloppily at all. However, it didn't seem to indicate the correct path to follow; it seemed more like a map of the terrain distribution.

Moreover, the layers of the map were very complex. At a glance, Shen Luo saw dozens of intersections with lines crisscrossing intricately, like a spider web.

He was about to take a closer look when his expression suddenly changed.

“We've been discovered…”

Before he could warn Qing Lu, who was still indecisive, a howling wind echoed from outside, and the already dim and lightless sky turned even more gloomy.

With a “Boom!” a loud thud, a figure heavily landed in the center of the Ghost Manor Courtyard.

Shen Luo put away the Hell Labyrinth Map, turned, and walked out of the secret chamber. After a moment of hesitation, Qing Lu, still in conflict, decided to toughen up and swept up all the things on the wooden frame, taking them with him.

“I'm dead either way this time. What the hell…” he muttered under his breath, then took the initiative to catch up with Shen Luo.

Just as he caught up with Shen Luo, he saw a tall dark silhouette rushing out of the front courtyard.

“Celestial Immortal, do not entangle with him. Once the Nine Netherworld comes, it'll be too late…”

Shen Luo looked back at Qing Lu, surprised that he would offer a warning.

“Here, I've been biting my tongue for more than a day or two. With the Celestial Immortal stirring up such a fuss, I practically have no way out anyway. I just ask the Celestial Immortal to take me with you; I can be of use on the road,” Qing Lu said with a resigned expression.

Hearing this, Shen Luo hesitated for a moment, then with a sweep of his sleeve, he half-constrained, half-dragged Qing Lu and took off into the sky.

“Where do you think you're going…”

An enraged roar came from below, and the yellow clouds in the sky billowed and churned tumultuously.

A huge, distorted ghost face emerged, nearly identical to the one Shen Luo had seen that year.

At this moment, the aura emanating from this ghost face was far stronger than before. The rolling Demonic Qi it emitted already overwhelmed Qing Lu.

Although both were at the True Immortal Stage, with a slight difference in minor realms, the disparity in strength between them was as vast as that between clouds and mud.

However, Shen Luo was no longer the one who could only flee in panic that year, who could only survive by the sacrifice of the Soul Hook Horse Face. If he didn't want to waste time here, he even felt like killing the Black Mountain Old Demon on the spot.

Shen Luo clenched his fist, silently channeling the Huangting Divin Power, his Mana surging throughout his body, a golden jade gloss faintly visible around him. Accompanied by a resonant Dragon Chant, he threw a punch towards the ferocious ghost face.

A golden dragon shadow seemed to swim up from his spine, rushing along his arm and transforming into a golden fist shadow that smashed into the middle of the ghost face.

“Boom”–a thunderous explosion resounded.

High above, a golden sun burst apart, with ten thousand rays of golden light bursting forth, instantly tearing apart that ferocious ghost face. The rolling yellow clouds were also smashed open, creating a huge gap as if even the heavens had split asunder.

Just as the Black Mountain Old Demon had leaped into the air attempting to catch up, he was immediately severely injured, spurting fresh blood as he fell back down.

Qing Lu, being dragged behind by Shen Luo, also watched this scene in shock. Shen Luo had merely punched through the air to break the Old Demon's magical powers, and the backlash alone had caused such severe damage to him.

Shen Luo, however, did not bother with this as he pulled Qing Lu out of the void shrouded by the yellow clouds.

No sooner had the two of them flown out when Shen Luo's heart shook violently. A formidable and ancient power bore down on them as a black hand, a hundred feet in size, crashed down upon them from above.

“Not good, Nine Netherworlds is coming…” cried Qing Lu with almost a sob in his voice.

Shen Luo let out a roar, his body shining brilliantly with golden light as a golden tower shadow emerged and directly met the enormous hand from above.

“Boom”–a muffled sound.

The golden tower shadow violently shook, and even with its obstruction, a vast and boundless force like an ocean, still bore down relentlessly, continuously pressing upon Shen Luo and Qing Lu.

Shen Luo's body radiated with golden light as he steadfastly faced the massive force. The powerful wind pressure squeezed his clothing tightly against his body, and even his facial skin trembled slightly. Qing Lu below him was even less able to withstand it, the corners of his mouth oozing fresh blood, feeling as though his divine soul were shaking.

The entire golden tower, along with Shen Luo and Qing Lu, was forced back down by this immense pressure.

Seeing this, the Black Mountain Old Demon hurriedly followed them.

Shen Luo twisted his wrist, and the SeAnchoring Iron Rod was immediately in his hand, ready to strike out.

From beside him came the faint voice of Qing Lu, “Celestial Immortal, do not fight with brute force; the Netherworld is also one of the entrances to the Underworld Labyrinth, let's go that way.”

Shen Luo glanced upwards to see a dark silhouette shooting through the void, rapidly descending towards him.

After a brief hesitation, he raised his hand and threw Qing Lu towards the yellow vortex in the center of the lake.

“I…” Qing Lu cursed silently to himself, but felt somewhat helpless as well.

At this moment, he was firmly bound to Shen Luo, and without following him, he only had one path left: death.

The instant Shen Luo threw Qing Lu, his figure spun, waving the SeAnchoring Iron Rod in his hand. He struck out wildly in all directions with the Splashy Chaotic Stick technique, creating stick shadows that solidified without dispersing in the void, continuously emerging and merging.

As the silhouette of Nine Netherworlds was about to land, all the stick shadows finally merged into one, transforming into a solid, rolling golden light giant rod, fusing with the rod in Shen Luo's hands and striking out with a sky-scorching might.

The golden stick shadow surged towards the sky, and the air around seemed to be vacuumed out instantaneously, with gusts of wind madly rushing towards Shen Luo. The Black Mountain Old Demon, who had been planning to ambush Shen Luo, was also swept up by this power and uncontrollably dashed towards Shen Luo.

The golden stick shadow collided with the descending figure, instantly bursting like the sun at high noon, radiating thousands of rays of light.

“Boom”–amidst the explosive sound, the golden stick shadow shattered first. However, the unstoppable momentum erupted once more, forcibly sending the true body of Nine Netherworlds flying thousands of feet away.

At the same time, although Shen Luo too was shaken by the impact, the ground under his feet cracked completely, revealing traces resembling a turtle shell, but he managed to catch the Black Mountain Old Demon as he was drawn in front of him and punched down with a fist.

The punch, wrapped in golden light, did not fully utilize the power of the Huangting Technique. Nevertheless, it still caused half of the Black Mountain Old Demon's body to burst open, directly embedding him in the ground below.

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