This is almost the trend of the world.
Gu Qingshan calmed down instead.
He asked again: "What are the monsters doing?"
Wang Chuan's soul hook said: "They blocked all the passages that could enter the Underworld, and sealed off the entire Underworld."
"It's already like this, why are they still so careful?"
"Because some of our remnants of the underworld artifacts are trying to communicate with the colorful spears, and some are preventing the emergence of the ghost king."
The screen changed.
The top of Datiewei Mountain.
Colorful spears are stuck on the top of the mountain.
Five or six beams of light hovered around the spear, screaming from time to time.
That is Huang Quan'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.
Two of the strongest dead are scarred.
They try their best to attack each other and compete for the final victory.
Suddenly, a dim long knife emerged from the ground and cut across the bodies of the two dead men.
The long knife flashed away in mid-air.
The two deceased then died and fell into a deep sleep again.
This battle in hell did not produce the strongest dead.
After all the dead wake up, they must fight again.
In terms of time, the birth of the ghost king was delayed.
Gu Qingshan was thoughtful.
Several hells in the human world have appeared, but they have not yet swept the world.
I'm afraid this is because those powerful beings among the dead are on guard against each other and are busy competing for the ghost king.
"I am a soul body, can I fight for the ghost king?" Gu Qingshan asked suddenly.
"No, you are just like a dead person, but not a real dead person."
"Is that so..."
Wangchuan Lihun Hook suddenly yelled: "Oops!"
"What's wrong?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Another hell has selected the strongest dead, and now fifteen hells have selected the strongest dead."
"Once the strongest dead are selected from all eighteen hells, the ghost king competition will begin."
"There are no gods in Huangquan now, and the ghost king will become the one who commands everything. We have been unable to prevent this from happening."
Gu Qingshan asked: "Where are the monsters?"
"They are all over Huangquan, but they can't enter hell."
"When the ghost king completely destroys the human world, the barriers of the six worlds will disappear. At that time, demons can easily enter every world!"
"So, this matter can no longer be stopped?"
"Yes."
After Wang Chuan Li Hun Hook finished speaking, he fell to the ground sadly and remained motionless.
Gu Qingshan was also a little dazed.
When you come to Huangquan, everything is unheard of.
The monsters attacked from the world of Huangquan, and then occupied the six worlds.
Such a thing has never even been heard of in the previous life.
And the seven-colored spear is simply a peerless weapon for killing gods and demons.
The monster is really generous!
"Irreparable..." he murmured.
Wang Chuan Li Hun Hook stood up suddenly, and shouted: "Look!"
Gu Qingshan immediately held it, and his spiritual thoughts were immersed in it.
I saw a shadow of a seven-colored spear flying out of the big Tiewei mountain.
The spear shadow circled around out of thin air.
Immediately, all the Huangquan weapons flying in the air were smashed into pieces.
These are all weapons condensed by the laws of the underworld in ancient times, but they can't even withstand a single attack from a spear.
On the other end of this mountain range that is extremely far away.
Countless monsters looked at this scene and let out a deafening laugh.
Even several demon gods whose stature stretched from heaven to earth couldn't stop laughing.
From the beginning to the end, the monsters have been hiding far away on the other side of the mountain, quietly watching the development of the matter.
They are well aware of the power of the colorful spears, and have been waiting for this scene to appear.
"It's over, it's over..." Wang Chuan Li Hun Hook said in frustration.
"Not yet, keep reading." Gu Qingshan said in a deep voice.
Dozens of dots of light rose from the big iron surrounding mountain.
They fly high into the sky and revolve slowly around a mysterious trajectory.
"It's the other thirty-six ancient weapons!" shouted the Soul-Living Hook.
"They are forming the Huangquan trapped demon formation in the prehistoric era!"
The voice of Wangchuan's Soul-Living Hook had already started to tremble.
"Is this formation very powerful?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"It is said that in ancient times, a super terrifying demon god appeared, and the eight gods couldn't beat it together. In the end, they had to use the Huangquan trapped demon array to trap it, and then threw it into the turbulent void, letting it fly far and wide in the void. Go." said the Soul-Living Hook.
"You mean, these weapons want to do the same?"
"Yes, it's unprecedented to deploy weapons. I don't know if they will succeed."
Gu Qingshan looked at the top of the Big Iron Mountain.
The colorful spear stood there quietly, and the golden talisman still sealed it.
It rarely makes shots, 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... is possible, but it's useless. It's not like we haven't tried it before."
Wang Chuan Li Hun Hook sighed, and said: "The existence of Tiewei Mountain is indeed the only magic weapon among the three artifacts of Huangquan, who can block the seven-colored spear."
"But somehow it was seriously injured before the war started."
"After the war started, it withstood several attacks from colorful spears before being blown away."
"And what if it's just blocking the colorful spear? Now that the gods are all dead, even if it recovers from its injuries and reappears, it won't be able to kill the demons all over Huangquan, and it won't be able to prevent the emergence of the ghost king."
"The situation has reached this point, even though it and I are artifacts, nothing can stop it."
Wang Chuan Li Hun Hook was very depressed.
Gu Qingshan patted his forehead, feeling a little tricky.
The thirty-six weapons in the sky are still slowly brewing the Great Formation of Huangquan Trapped Demon.
However, even if they trap the colorful spears, there are also demon gods and ghost kings.
It was an irresistible situation.
Gu Qingshan pondered for a moment.
He rushed to Wangchuan Lihunhook and Bonecutter Ghost Soldier and said, "Give me a little 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 running out." The white bird wondered.
It said it was going to fly over.
hum!
A sword flew out of the void, blocking the white bird.
"Don't go." Di Jian whispered.
"You are his weapon? He—" said the white bird.
"Hush, don't make a sound, give him a space to be alone." Di Jian said.
"The Ghost Saber is back," Wang Chuan said with the Lihun Hook, "Maybe knowing too much of the truth made him feel hopeless, maybe he needs time to relax."
"I see." The white bird said.
Di Jian said: "That's not the case, he just needs to think, so please keep quiet."
Chaoyin propped up a space.
The other three weapons remained silent.
For a moment, the bottom of the Wangchuan River was silent.
Countless streams of water are like undulating mountains and rivers, with long lines of light, sliding past 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 continued to think while walking back.
"How about it, what do you think?" Wang Chuan Lihun hook said.
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 far as the current situation is concerned, there is an old saying in our human race."
"What words?"
"Don't think so much, do it first and then talk."