296: Chapter 296 The Bridge-Guarding General on the Banks of the Yellow Springs River!

The abyss passage was bottomless.

The ears were filled with the sound of cold, howling winds rushing past.

Su Yang unfurled a layer of brilliant golden Pure Yang shield, firmly protecting the four stunning beauties in the center.

After falling for a full half-stick of incense's time, their feet finally touched solid ground.

"Bang." With a muffled thud, Su Yang landed steadily.

He waved his hand, and the Pure Yang True Fire transformed into a dozen floating golden fireballs, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness completely.

By the light of the fire, everyone finally saw the scene before them.

This was not an ordinary underground tomb at all, but a vast, boundless underground city!

An ancient, colossal city built entirely of black basalt lay quietly crouching in the depths of the underground.

The city walls were dozens of zhang high, exuding a heart-palpitating, ancient Death Qi.

Directly above the city gate hung a tattered black plaque, inscribed with three blood-dripping ancient seal script characters—Netherworld!

"Such heavy yin baleful qi!"

Su Qingcheng's red clothes were like fire, and her beautiful eyes flashed with excitement.

She took a deep breath, her ample chest rising and falling slightly.

"Master, the quality of the Yin Qi here is more than a hundred times higher than that of Fengdu City outside! It is simply a supreme treasure land tailored for ghost Cultivators!"

Jiang Yingxue, dressed in a classical wedding gown, nodded gently: "Sister is right. If we could go into secluded meditation here, our cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds."

Mary, however, pinched her high nose in disgust, the black bat wings on her back drooping listlessly.

She was wearing tight leather clothing, her explosive curves twisting slightly as she complained: "It stinks! It's all the smell of moldy corpses; I can't even smell a single drop of fresh blood. Boss, let's quickly grab the treasure and go home."

Chu Ling wore an ice-blue dress, her cold, frosty face showing not a shred of fear.

She hugged Su Yang's arm and said softly: "Boss, there are many sleeping dead things in the city, and the number is astonishing."

Su Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"They are just dead things; we shall simply smash them all to pieces."

He strode forward with his long legs, walking directly toward the black city gate that stood open ahead.

Just as he stepped into the city gate.

"Rumble—!"

The entire ancient underground city seemed to have triggered some ancient Restriction, and the ground began to tremble violently.

Thousands of stone statues holding long halberds standing on both sides of the street were instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

"Crack! Crack!"

The stone skin peeled off, revealing the true appearance hidden within.

These were actually thousands of ancient Yin soldiers clad in tattered bronze armor and holding rusty long halberds!

In the hollow eye sockets of these Yin soldiers, ghost flames of the Soul instantly ignited with a ghostly green color.

A terrifying army formation Killing Intent, gathered together and sufficient to make a Golden Core Stage Cultivator flee in panic, suddenly soared into the sky!

"Those who trespass in the Emperor's Tomb shall be killed without mercy!"

Thousands of Yin soldiers roared hoarsely and piercingly at the same time, their voices converging into a torrent of death, echoing through the underground city.

They marched with uniform steps, like a black torrent of steel, surging madly toward the five of them.

Facing such a horrifying formation, Su Yang did not even lift an eyelid.

"Master, why would you need to dirty your hands for a bunch of small fry? Leave it to us sisters to handle!"

Su Qingcheng gave a delicate shout, and the long sword in her hand unsheathed, emitting a crisp sound of sword ringing.

She transformed into a red bolt of lightning, charging directly into the dense formation of Yin soldiers.

"Blood Moon Consecutive Slashes!"

As she swung her long sword, several dazzling red Sword Qi beams over a dozen zhang long whistled out.

The sharp Sword Qi was like a devastating lawnmower, instantly cutting the hundreds of ancient Yin soldiers rushing at the front in half at the waist!

The tattered bronze armor was like fragile white paper in the face of Ghost King-level power.

Jiang Yingxue was equally unwilling to fall behind.

She hovered in mid-air, her two-hundred-meter-long blood-colored water sleeves like furious crimson dragons, twisting and killing crazily among the Yin soldiers.

Every strike could smash a dozen Yin soldiers directly into bone powder filling the sky.

"How boring, I'll come stretch my muscles too!"

Mary flapped her bat wings and flew into mid-air, her ten fingers extending sharp blood-colored blades.

She turned into a black whirlwind, specifically targeting the heads of the Yin soldiers, crushing one with every grab, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

Chu Ling was the most overbearing.

She landed in the center of the enemy formation and stomped her fair, jade-like foot heavily on the ground.

The freezing Origin of the ten thousand year profound ice marrow erupted!

The ghostly blue cold current spread rapidly along the ground, and all the Yin soldiers within a radius of several hundred meters were instantly frozen into crystal-clear ice sculptures.

In less than half a stick of incense's time.

The thousands of aggressive ancient Yin soldiers were slaughtered completely by the four stunning beauties.

Stepping over the scattered remains, Su Yang continued to walk toward the depths of the ancient city.

Passing through the long, black street, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A turbid river hundreds of zhang wide lay across their path.

The river water appeared an eerie dark yellow, with thick gray mist drifting on the surface.

In the river water, countless hideous ghost faces could be vaguely seen struggling and wailing in pain, making one's hair stand on end.

"The Yellow Springs River."

Chu Ling looked at the turbid river water and spoke coldly.

In the very center of the Yellow Springs River, a solitary blue stone arched bridge spanned across.

The bridge deck was covered with mottled bloodstains and traces of sword and saber slashes.

The other end of the arched bridge connected to a magnificent underground palace hall.

The hall was built entirely of some unknown black crystal, exuding a supreme imperial Aura that made one want to prostrate in worship.

This was the true resting place of the Yin Emperor.

Su Yang walked to the banks of the Yellow Springs River, his gaze locked firmly onto the center of the blue stone arched bridge.

In the center of the bridge sat a terrifying figure of massive size.

It was three zhang tall, clad in a suit of dark gold heavy armor covered in sword marks and spear holes, its hands resting on a four-zhang-long, rusty ancient halberd.

It kept its head lowered, with no sign of life in its body, like a sculpture that had been dead for ten thousand years.

But the instant Su Yang stepped onto the first step of the blue stone arched bridge.

"Boom!"

A violent Death Qi, surpassing the Early Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage, suddenly awakened from within this figure!

The strength of this pressure actually caused the Yellow Springs river water below to churn violently and flow backward!

The figure in dark gold heavy armor slowly raised its head.

Beneath the shadow of its helmet, two clusters of Soul divine flames ignited suddenly, like two searchlights, locking firmly onto Su Yang at the bridgehead.

The bridge-guarding general, who had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, slowly raised the long halberd in its hand, pointing it from afar at Su Yang at the bridgehead.