This is almost a situation where the world will collapse.
Gu Qingshan calmed down instead.
He asked again: "What are the demons doing?"
Wangchuan Lihun Gou said: "They have blocked all the passages into the underworld and sealed the entire underworld."
"This is already the case, why are they still so careful?"
"Because some of our remaining underworld artifacts are trying to find ways to communicate with the colorful spears, while others are trying to prevent the ghost king from arising."
The scene changes.
A large iron fence surrounds the top of the mountain.
Colorful spears are stuck on the top of the mountain.
Five or six streams of light circled around the spear, making chirps from time to time.
That is Huangquan's ancient weapon.
They are trying to make contact with the colorful spears.
The screen turns again.
In a hell, several powerful dead are fighting.
Finally, all the other dead were killed, leaving only the two strongest dead.
The two strongest dead were scarred.
They try their best to attack each other and compete for the final victory.
Suddenly, a long, dim knife emerged from the ground and slashed across the bodies of the two dead men.
The long knife flashed away in mid-air.
The two deceased died immediately and fell into deep sleep again.
The battle in this hell did not produce the strongest dead.
After all the dead wake up, they must compete again.
From a time perspective, the birth of the Ghost King has been delayed.
Gu Qingshan was thoughtful.
Several hells have appeared in the human world, but they have not yet swept the world.
The powerful beings among the dead are wary of each other and busy competing for the Ghost King.
"I am a soul body, can I fight for the Ghost King?" Gu Qingshan suddenly asked.
"No, you just look like the dead, but you are not the real dead."
"That's it..."
Wangchuan Lihunhuo suddenly shouted: "Oops!"
"What's wrong?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Another hell has chosen the strongest dead. Now there are fifteen hells that have chosen the strongest dead."
"Once the strongest dead are selected from the eighteen hells, the battle for the ghost king will begin."
"Now that there are no gods in Huangquan, the Ghost King will become the one who orders everything. We can no longer prevent this from happening."
Gu Qingshan asked: "Where are the demons?"
"They are all over the underworld, they just can't enter hell."
"When the King of Ghosts completely destroys the human world, the barriers of the six realms will disappear. At that time, demons can easily enter every world!"
"So, this matter can no longer be stopped?"
"Yes."
After Wangchuan Soul Lifting Hook finished speaking, he fell sadly to the ground, motionless.
Gu Qingshan was also a little stunned.
When you come to Huangquan, everything is unheard of.
The demons launched an attack from the underworld and occupied six worlds.
I had never heard of such a thing in my previous life.
And that colorful spear is simply a peerless weapon for killing gods and demons.
The demon is really generous!
"It's irreversible..." he murmured.
Wangchuan Lihun Hook suddenly stood up and shouted: "Look!"
Gu Qingshan immediately held it and his spiritual thoughts were immersed in it.
I saw a shadow of colorful spears flying out of the iron-clad mountain.
This spear shadow circled out of thin air.
Suddenly, all the underworld weapons flying in the air were chopped into pieces.
These are all weapons condensed from the laws of underworld in ancient times, but they cannot even withstand an attack from a spear.
On the other side of this mountain range.
Countless monsters looked at this scene and let out loud laughter.
Even several demon gods, who were connected to the sky and the earth, laughed endlessly.
From the beginning to the end, the demons have been hiding far away on the other side of the mountain, quietly watching the development of the matter.
They knew the power of the colorful spears and had been waiting for this scene to appear.
"It's over, it's over..." Wangchuan Soul Hook said in frustration.
"Not yet, keep reading." Gu Qingshan said solemnly.
Dozens of rays of light rose from the iron mountain.
They fly high into the sky and slowly revolve around a mysterious trajectory.
"It's the other thirty-six ancient weapons!" Soul Lifting Hook shouted.
"They are forming the Huangquan Demon Entrapment Formation of the prehistoric era!"
The voice of Wangchuan Lihun Hook has begun to tremble.
"Is this formation very powerful?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Legend has it that in ancient times, a super terrifying demon god appeared. The eight Yamas couldn't defeat it. In the end, they could only use the underworld demon trapping formation to trap it, and then throw it into the turbulent flow of the void, letting it float in the void. Go to Zhongyuan." Li Hun Gou said.
"Are you saying that these artifacts also want to do this?"
"Yes, using weapons to form an array is unprecedented. I don't know if they can succeed."
Gu Qingshan looked at the top of Datiewei Mountain.
The colorful spear stood there quietly, with the golden talisman still sealing it.
It rarely takes action, presumably because of this talisman.
Gu Qingshan looked at the spear and suddenly asked: "Is it true that nothing can stop this spear?"
"Yes."
"Isn't Tiewei Mountain good?"
"Tiewei Mountain... it's possible, but it's useless. It's not like we haven't tried it before."
Wangchuan Soul Lifting Hook sighed and said: "The being in Tiewei Mountain is indeed the only one among the three divine weapons of Huangquan that can block the colorful spear."
"But somehow it was seriously injured before the war started."
"After the war started, it withstood several attacks from colorful spears before being shot away."
"And what's the point of just blocking the colorful spear? Now that all the gods are dead, even if it recovers from its injuries and reappears, it can't kill the demons all over the underworld, let alone prevent the emergence of the ghost king."
"The situation has reached this point and nothing can stop it or me."
Gu Qingshan patted his forehead and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The thirty-six weapons in the sky are still slowly brewing the formation of the underworld to trap the demons.
However, even if they trapped the colorful spears, there were still demons and ghost kings.
This is an irresistible desperate situation.
Gu Qingshan pondered for a moment.
He said to Wangchuan Soul-Living Hook and Bone-cutting Ghost Soldier Sword: "Give me some time, I have to think about it."
He walked some distance away and stood quietly with his back to the two weapons.
"What is he doing? Time is already very urgent." The white bird wondered.
It said and was about to fly over.
Buzz!
A sword flew out of the void and stopped the white bird.
"Don't go." Di Jian whispered.
"Are you his weapon? He -" the white bird said.
"Shh, don't make any noise, give him a space to be alone." Di Jian said.
"The Ghost Sword is back," Wangchuan Lihun Gou said. "Maybe knowing too many truths has made him feel desperate. Maybe he needs time to relax."
"That's it." said the white bird.
Di Jian said: "That's not the case, he just needs to think, so please stay quiet."
Chaoyin holds a space.
The other three weapons remained silent.
For a moment, the bottom of the Wangchuan River was silent.
Countless water flows like undulating mountains and rivers, glowing with long lines of light, sliding over Gu Qingshan's head.
Gu Qingshan remained motionless.
Is there a way?
What to do if this is a war?
After a while, his eyes gradually brightened.
Gu Qingshan walked back while continuing to think.
"How's it going? What do you think?" Wangchuan Lihungou asked.
Gu Qingshan said: "Time is running out. This matter is very troublesome, but it is not completely hopeless."
"What? Hope? You mean there is still hope?" The white bird became excited.
"As for the current situation, we humans have an old saying."
"What words?"
"Don't think so much, do it first and then talk about it."
