367: Chapter 367 One punch shatters the headless ferryman!

Chu Ling caught the crystal core steadily, a look of joy appearing on her beautiful face. Her red lips parted slightly, and she swallowed the crystal core directly into her belly.

A deep blue chill instantly coursed through her entire body. The Aura on Chu Ling climbed once again, and her Unmelting Bone body became even more crystal clear.

Mary hovered in mid-air, flapping her black bat wings, her face full of displeasure.

"Su Yang is biased! He gives all the good stuff to the zombie. The Vampire didn't even get a sip of soup!" Mary wore black deep-V shorts, her voluptuous chest heaving violently.

Su Yang ignored Mary's complaints. With his hands behind his back, he walked straight toward the black White Bone Altar in front.

Qin Xueji stuck firmly to Bai Li, stepping in her high heels to avoid the bone shards on the ground.

The White Bone Altar was a hundred zhang high, entirely piled up from the bones of unknown giant beasts. Stepping on it produced a dull clicking sound.

Arriving at the top of the altar.

A massive blood-colored war flag was planted in the center. The skull pattern painted on the flag seemed like a living thing, with crimson light flickering in its empty eye sockets.

A thick, fishy stench rushed toward them.

Su Yang raised his right hand and grabbed the flag pole directly.

"You courting death, human!"

The blood-colored war flag shook crazily, and a wild wind blew. The skull on the flag opened its blood-red mouth, spraying out a stream of thick black poisonous smoke. Mixed within the poisonous smoke were countless tiny blood-colored insects, flying toward Su Yang like a covering sky and earth. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a layer of red frost formed on the White Bone Altar.

Su Yang did not dodge or evade.

Golden Pure Yang True Fire instantly erupted in his palm. The flames spread crazily up the flag pole.

"A piece of rag, yet you dare to clamor." Su Yang's tone was calm.

Pure Yang True Fire is the nemesis of all Yin evil. When the poisonous smoke met the golden flames, it was instantly evaporated completely. The blood-colored insects let out faint screams under the high temperature, turning into blue smoke.

The flames swallowed the entire blood-colored war flag. The shrill screaming stopped abruptly. In less than ten seconds, the war flag, which was over a dozen zhang high, turned into a pile of black ash, scattered all over the ground by a gust of wind.

After the war flag disappeared, a crack suddenly opened in the ground at the center of the altar.

A square black iron box slowly rose.

Su Yang reached out and opened the iron box. There were no Magic Treasures inside, nor were there any Medicinal Pills. There was only a tattered sheepskin scroll. The scroll emitted a faint smell of blood, and the edges had some scorched marks.

Su Yang unfolded the scroll.

Intricate routes were drawn on the sheepskin scroll. At the destination, a magnificent palace was drawn, with three blood-red characters written next to it: Yin Emperor's Tomb.

Bai Li walked forward, her purple eyes glancing at the sheepskin scroll.

"Su Yang, this is a map. It marks the accurate route to the depths of the Netherworld. Following the guidance on it, we can find the Yin Emperor's tomb."

Su Yang nodded and put the sheepskin scroll into his Storage Ring.

Just at this moment, the entire underground plain began to shake violently.

Rumble!

A huge roaring sound came from the depths of the underground. The ground beneath the altar collapsed on a large scale. A turbid river, hundreds of zhang wide, forcibly split the plain into two.

The river water was dark yellow and the current was turbulent. Gray thick mist drifted on the water surface.

Countless pale, twisted human faces rolled and struggled in the river water, emitting scalp-numbing wails.

"Yellow Springs River." Chu Ling looked at the churning turbid waves below, her voice cold and clear.

Qin Xueji was so scared she took two steps back, her face turning pale: "There's no road. How are we going to cross?"

Deep in the thick fog, a slow sound of rowing suddenly came.

Splash... Splash...

A tattered black wooden boat rowed out slowly from the thick fog and stopped at the riverbank below the altar.

At the bow of the wooden boat stood a figure draped in a tattered straw raincoat. The figure was very tall, holding an oar made of white bone in its hand.

Underneath the straw raincoat, there was no head!

A headless ferryman who had his head chopped off.

"Cross the river... give your life..."

A dull, dry voice came from the headless ferryman's chest cavity, echoing across the vast underground plain.

Mary saw this appearance and frowned in disgust.

"You don't even have a head, you're so ugly! And you dare to come out and do business?"

Mary transformed into a black bolt of lightning and dived directly from the altar. Her ten fingers grew sharp blood-colored nails, and she grabbed fiercely at the headless ferryman's chest.

The headless ferryman did not retreat. It let out a low hiss, and its entire gray-white skin instantly turned into the color of black iron. It gripped the white bone oar with both hands, bringing up a sky full of water splashes, and smashed it fiercely against the blood-colored nails.

Bang!

The white bone oar and the blood-colored nails collided.

Mary let out an exclamation, feeling an incomparably powerful force coming from the oar. Her whole body was like a kite with a broken string, smashed and sent flying back to the top of the altar.

Chu Ling reached out to catch Mary, dissipating the impact.

"Such brute force! This headless monster's Physical Body is very hard!" Mary rubbed her numb wrists, her eyes full of unwillingness to admit defeat.

Su Yang stood at the edge of the altar and leaped.

His body was like a golden meteor, falling straight down.

"You even dare to rob Su Yang."

Su Yang was in mid-air, his right fist clenched tight. The brilliant Pure Yang True Fire completely wrapped around his fist.

Facing the headless ferryman below, he smashed out with one punch.

The headless ferryman raised the white bone oar to block.

Boom!

The golden iron fist smashed heavily onto the white bone oar.

Only a crisp cracking sound was heard. The incomparably hard white bone oar, under the double blow of the Pure Yang True Fire's burning and the terrifying fist force, broke directly in half from the middle.

Su Yang landed steadily on the black wooden boat. The boat swayed violently but did not capsize. Su Yang's right leg brought up a harsh sonic boom, and a heavy whip kick lashed out fiercely at the headless ferryman's chest.

Crack! The ferryman's hard chest bone instantly caved in and shattered.

The headless ferryman's huge body was like a cannonball leaving the chamber, flying directly off the wooden boat and crashing into the churning Yellow Springs River.

The dark yellow river water instantly swallowed it. Without even a splash, the headless ferryman was corroded clean by the river water.

"Get on the boat." Su Yang stood at the bow and shouted to the four women on the altar.

Four beautiful figures jumped down one after another and landed steadily on the wooden boat's deck.

Although the wooden boat was tattered, the space was large. The five people standing on it were not crowded.

Su Yang did not go to get the oar. He injected a stream of Pure Yang True Qi into the bottom of the wooden boat.

The wooden boat seemed to have gained power, automatically breaking through the dark yellow river water and speeding toward the opposite bank.

The river water churned violently.

Countless pale bone hands reached out from under the water, and some even climbed onto the deck, revealing broken skulls. Twisted human faces opened mouths full of sharp teeth, wanting to tear at the living people on the boat.

Shrill ghost wails echoed continuously in their ears.

Qin Xueji was so scared she closed her eyes, hugging Bai Li's arm tightly.

"Courting death."

Su Yang stomped his right foot heavily on the deck.

A circle of golden flames spread rapidly along the hull to the surrounding water surface. The flames formed a huge ring of fire on the turbid river.

Hiss!

The Pure Yang True Fire met the Yin evil bone palms and instantly burned them into white ash. The broken skulls that had climbed onto the deck melted and disappeared rapidly under the golden light, like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

The surrounding Yellow Springs River water was evaporated by the high temperature, emitting a large amount of pungent white steam. The vengeful spirits at the bottom of the water let out miserable wails and sank to the bottom of the river, never daring to come close to the wooden boat again.

The wooden boat traveled steadily on the water surface.

Ten minutes later, it finally passed through the thick fog and arrived at the opposite bank.

Everyone walked off the wooden boat.

In front appeared a black mountain towering into the clouds. The mountain was bare, without a single plant. The rocks presented a deep dark red, as if soaked in blood. The entire mountain emitted a heavy sense of oppression, making it hard for people to breathe.

At the foot of the mountain stood two bronze giant doors a hundred zhang high.

The surface of the bronze door was covered with green verdigris. Carved on the door were terrifying patterns of ten thousand ghosts being punished, lifelike. Some were being skinned and cramped, others rolling in oil pans. On both sides of the gate stood two black stone statues dozens of meters high. The stone statues held long spears, their faces ferocious, their empty eyes looking down at the ground below.

A strong Yin-cold Aura kept seeping out from the crack in the door.

"Yin Emperor's Tomb." Bai Li looked at the bronze door, her tone becoming serious.

"The destination of the map is here. Behind the door is the true core of the Netherworld."

Su Yang walked to the bronze giant door. With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the hundred-zhang-high giant door.

"The door is closed, just smash it open."

Su Yang clenched his right fist. The golden Pure Yang True Fire erupted again.

Just as Su Yang was about to smash his fist toward the bronze door.

From inside the heavy door, a rumbling sound of mechanical gears turning suddenly came.

Immediately after, the two huge bronze doors actually opened automatically to the sides slowly.

A thick, black Death Qi surged out from inside the door like a hurricane.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red giant eyes suddenly opened. They stared firmly at Su Yang outside the door.