The door slowly opened. What entered his eyes was not any rare treasures, but a gray chaos. There was nothing, not even a wall. It was just chaos.
Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and entered. Before he had any reaction, he saw groups of headless ghost soldiers stepping over. Beside the ghost soldiers, there were ghosts and monsters. It was very terrifying.
The ghost soldiers made way for him, and the ghost possessed him. Ning Chen tried to avoid them, but no matter how he dodged, the ghost soldiers were getting closer and closer to him.
"Illusion?"
Ning Chen frowned. He didn't understand what was going on. When he turned around, he realized that the door had disappeared. Only he and thousands of ghost soldiers were left in the chaos.
"Kill!"
The ghost soldiers raised their weapons and their killing sounds shook the sky. In the blink of an eye, they were in front of him.
It was strange, but not completely illusory. Ning Chen waved his hand and pulled out the black sword behind him. With a swing of his sword, he swept away several halberds and retreated ten steps.
Fortunately, the wheelchair he was in was made by a teacher of the Academy. Otherwise, it would have been destroyed by the continuous battles.
This battle came inexplicably. Ning Chen did not dare to be careless. He waved his sword and condensed his qi, fighting among the ghost soldiers.
The ghost soldiers were not strong and were weaker than ordinary soldiers. However, they were accompanied by ghosts and monsters, so it was much more troublesome to deal with them.
There were too many ghost soldiers, and Ning Chen's body gradually began to have wounds. The battle halberd slashed his body, and blood splattered everywhere, bringing with it an extremely cold aura.
Ghost swords were difficult to injure, and only true energy could forcefully suppress it. However, every time the ghost passed through his body, Ning Chen would feel the true energy in his body stagnate, and his spirit would also be greatly weakened.
"We can't advance or retreat. It's all demons blocking the way."
Ning Chen was furious. His qi sea and true essence surged, and his black sword froze. With a swing of his sword, the limbs of the seven ghost soldiers flew in the air.
There were endless ghost soldiers and ghosts. Ning Chen's body was getting more and more injured, and more and more blood was flowing. In the chaotic world, broken limbs and corpses were everywhere, and more and more corpses piled up.
Without any rest or breathing, the black sword in Ning Chen's hand was dyed red with dark red blood, and there were countless corpses under him.
Ning Chen didn't know how long he had been killing, but he felt that his hand holding the sword had lost all feeling. He could only use his instincts to continue harvesting the ghost soldiers and spirits in front of him.
"Cough cough."
The serious depletion of his zhenqi caused the injuries he had suppressed to erupt once again. Ning Chen's mouth turned red as he looked up, only to realize that there were no more ghost soldiers in front of him who could stand up.
The chaotic world was the same everywhere. There was no distinction between night and day. It was as chaotic as the beginning of all things. Everything had no rules.
Here, Ning Chen found that his true qi recovered much faster than usual. Even his cultivation, which had not made any progress recently, showed signs of breaking through.
Unfortunately, this was not a safe place, let alone a treasure land for cultivation.
He didn't know when the ghost soldiers would appear again. Although they lacked intelligence and combat strength, they didn't know how to feel pain. However, their huge numbers and the half-lived ghosts and monsters were really difficult to deal with.
"Ta Ta"
Just as Ning Chen finally suppressed his injuries and recovered some of his strength, the warhorses galloped in the distance. In the blink of an eye, four headless black-armored Yin Cavalry had already slashed over with their halberds.
With a bang, the sword and halberd collided. The headless shadow cavalry brought the remaining power of the war horse over. Ning Chen's right hand went numb, and he was sent flying fifty feet away by the impact of the halberd.
"There's no end to it."
Ning Chen coughed lightly and looked at the four headless Yin Knights surrounding him. The black sword in his hand trembled and blood flowed down, dripping onto the corpse below him.
"Bang!"
The battle started again. The four halberds were linked, and the offense and defense took turns. Even if Ning Chen's martial arts were slightly better, he was unable to break the situation in the face of the inseparable cooperation of the four people. His body was stained with blood again.
"Annoying!"
Ning Chen was annoyed that he couldn't take it down after a long time. He didn't block or dodge the halberd and took it head-on.
The halberd entered his body and was dyed red. However, a bloody hand grabbed the halberd and the bronze halberd could not move an inch.
"Dang!"
At this moment, the other three halberds came from three directions. Ning Chen waved the black sword in his hand and knocked away two halberds. He immediately retreated and avoided the third halberd.
One of the four halberds was missing, and a flaw appeared in their coordination. Ning Chen used his left hand to pull back and charged forward. He slashed with his sword and cut off the headless rider's arm.
"Cough cough."
In a short moment, the battle situation changed. Ning Chen's body could not bear the intense load and began to cough violently.
The Shadow Cavalry's arm strength was endless. Every halberd had the power to split mountains and rocks. It was not something that could be blocked by human strength. Ning Chen relied on his Houtian fourth-grade martial body to block several moves in a row. His body began to gradually collapse.
"This battle axe!"
Ning Chen held the halberd that he had snatched from the Shadow Cavalry. He felt a cold aura continuously enter his meridians from his palm. He had no choice but to forcefully suppress it with his True Qi in order to feel better.
If his guess was correct, this halberd must have been a very good divine weapon a long time ago. However, it had been among the Yin Riders for too long and had been contaminated with excessive Yin Qi, turning it into a Yin Weapon.
If he could expel the Yin Qi from the halberd, it might even recover its original characteristics. However, this possibility was very small. The most likely possibility was that once the Yin Qi was expelled, this ghost weapon would also become a piece of scrap metal.
Out of the four Shadow Cavalry, one of them had been crippled, and there was a big flaw in both offense and defense. He was no longer a big threat to Ning Chen. The Shadow Cavalry were not very powerful, except for their great strength. Ning Chen finally defeated the remaining three without any danger. After all, he had defeated a Level Four martial artist who was a Level Six master. Although he did not win gloriously, he still won.
Ning Chen put away a halberd and prepared to study it in the future. This halberd was too threatening to him. Not only was it sturdy and durable, but the Yin Qi inside had a mutual restraint effect on the Zhen Yuan in his body. Every time the moves collided, it would consume a lot of his Zhen Qi.
The Yin Qi in the Land of Chaos was getting heavier and heavier. Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Knights were originally soldiers of the Netherworld. Why would they appear here?
He had just pushed open the door to the netherworld. Why did he come to this strange chaotic world?
Ning Chen couldn't understand, so he could only seize the time to recuperate. Fortunately, the spiritual energy here was quite dense, so the recovery of true energy was much faster than outside.
The injuries on his body were already very serious. New injuries, old injuries, internal injuries, and external injuries all needed to be recuperated. Unfortunately, what he lacked the most now was time.
No one knew when the ghost soldiers and ghost cavalry would appear again. If they stayed here for a long time, they would starve to death even if they did not die from exhaustion.
At this moment, he missed the little white horse a little. If this fellow followed him, it would be meat no matter what if he was hungry.
As he thought about it, the ghost soldiers appeared again. Ning Chen felt a headache coming on. He sighed and had no choice but to pull out the black sword again.
The battle was very boring. It was still a one-sided massacre. No matter how ordinary a person's aptitude was, they would become more and more skilled in battle. Ning Chen's aptitude was not good in the eyes of those geniuses, but it was not bad in the eyes of ordinary people.
After the ghost soldiers, there were still the ghost cavalry. There were also four of them. The battle was even more intense, and the injuries they received were even more serious. However, he had no choice.
In the end, Ning Chen himself had lost count of how many ghost soldiers and ghost riders he had killed. Every time he fought, he would be injured, and then he would heal. Then he would fight again, and then he would be injured again, and then he would heal again.
Killing until he vomited, perhaps that was how he felt right now.
He did not want to die, so he could only persevere.
Moreover, it didn't seem that easy to die in this place.
The injuries on his body did not seem to worsen. Time seemed to have no effect here. However, the injuries accumulated over and over again was enough to make him suffer.
He even wondered if he would die immediately from such serious injuries if he could get out.
He did not know what would happen in the future, but he knew that at least he did not want to die now.
He didn't have time, so he used the halberds of the Shadow Cavalry to count. He collected four halberds after killing one wave, eight halberds after killing two waves. In the end, wave after wave appeared, and he couldn't even count them.
The halberds piled up into a small mountain. Ning Chen felt a headache looking at them and was too lazy to count them again.
Later on, there were piles of halberds, one pile, two piles…
Ghost soldiers and Ghost Cavalry kept appearing. After one battle after another, Ning Chen was getting more and more relaxed. When he met the Ghost Cavalry again, it was no longer a battle of equal strength, but a one-sided slaughter. It was like chopping melons and vegetables. There was no suspense in the battle.
The blood on the black sword had never dried, and the stench of blood assailed his nostrils, making him feel a little disgusted.
The days without time were so monotonous and boring. Ning Chen felt that he was about to go crazy. If it wasn't for the constant appearance of ghost soldiers and ghost riders, he would have gone crazy without a doubt.
He was tired of killing, annoyed, and even disgusted to the point of vomiting. However, he still had to keep killing.
The mental torture had far exceeded the physical pain. If it weren't for his stubbornness to live, he might have put down the black sword in his hand and let the Yin Cavalry's halberd tear him apart.
Just as Ning Chen could no longer hold on and was on the verge of collapse, cracks suddenly appeared in the surrounding chaotic world.
The scene in front of him instantly changed. In the gloomy and majestic hall, a small white horse ate a pearl on the altar in one bite and broke the entire origin of the illusion.
Ning Chen was saved by a little white horse that he had wanted to eat meat for a long time.
Perhaps Ning Chen would have gone crazy if he had been a second late, but the little white horse had eaten the most important thing at the most critical moment.
Ning Chen only saw that the little white horse had swallowed something. It seemed to be a pearl. As for what it was, he did not know.
On the altar, there was a golden page, a strange blood-red demonic blade, and a noble purple-gold divine sword.
Ning Chen turned his wheelchair to the front of the altar and patted the little white horse. He had a good attitude and expressed his gratitude.
"Huff huff"
The little white horse did not understand. It did not understand why its master, who had always been very mean to it, had changed so much.
In front of the altar, Ning Chen stared at the golden piece of paper. After thinking for a long time, he bit his finger and dripped some blood onto it. The golden light shone brightly and the golden piece of paper slowly rose up. After which, it turned into a ray of light and entered his Dantian.
Ning Chen used the same technique on the blood-red demon blade and the purple-gold divine sword. However, the light of the blade shook and forced the blood drop away. He refused to accept it.
If he couldn't be gentle, then he would be barbaric. Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and circulated his true energy to grab the demon knife. A majestic force came over and shook off the hand on the handle.
Ning Chen retracted his right hand and tried to use the sword, but the result was the same.
The current Ning Chen was no longer a noob in martial arts. He naturally knew what was going on. The demon blade and divine sword did not acknowledge him. Perhaps from the beginning, he and the vast majority of people had thought wrongly. This Netherworld relic was not an ownerless object. It was waiting for someone to come, and this person was obviously not him.
If the little white horse had not swallowed the bead and saved him, he would have been trapped in the illusion forever.
As for why the little white horse was not trapped by the illusion, this was not something he knew. However, he really could not imagine that a horse would be trapped by the illusion.
The current reality was that the little white horse had swallowed someone else's pearl, he had taken someone else's golden paper, and he could not take away the most precious demon knife and divine sword.
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