Chapter 272: “Old thing, your era has long since passed!”

"Not going?"

Ye Hongzhuang's eyes turned cold, directly raising her right hand.

"If you don't go, you die right now."

"I'll go! This subordinate will go right now!"

Seeing this, Gu Lan gritted his teeth and strode toward the bone altar.

Blessing or curse, what's meant to be won't be avoided. With his dignified Pure Yang Body, would he be afraid of a mere corpse?!

He carefully avoided the surrounding bronze pillars and stepped onto the altar piled high with skulls step by step.

He was getting closer and closer to the throne.

That terrifying oppressive feeling also grew stronger and stronger.

When Gu Lan walked to within less than three zhang of the throne,

a sudden change occurred!

"Hum—!!!"

The lifeless mummified corpse on the throne suddenly ignited two clusters of scarlet blood-colored flames in its hollow eye sockets!

Its withered neck made a crisp "crack crack" sound as it slowly raised its head.

The weeping blood demonic blade propped on the ground was also pulled away from the ground inch by inch along with it.

A hoarse, aged voice that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hells exploded roaringly throughout the entire mausoleum:

"Those who trespass into the Demon God's mausoleum…"

"Die!"

"Die!"

Accompanied by this hoarse roar that seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld Hell, the air in the entire underground mausoleum was completely evacuated in this instant!

"Rumble—!!!"

On the bone altar, the shriveled remains of the First Generation Demon Lord suddenly straightened its body. The weeping blood demonic blade over a zhang long in its hand brought along a terrifying blood-colored blade glow that almost tore the space apart, viciously hacking straight down toward Gu Lan's head without any fancy tricks!

Fast! Too fast!

When this sword slashed out, even a visible black Void Realm crack appeared in the air. That brutal demonic might that spanned tens of millions of years pressed down dead against Gu Lan's shoulders like a hundred thousand great mountains, causing even his breathing to stall for a moment.

"Damn it! Was this old zongzi raised on Viagra?!"

Gu Lan's expression changed drastically, the goosebumps on his back standing on end root by root.

He simply didn't have time to draw his sword to block hard, and could only urge the Heavenly Demon Creation Art within his body to the limit. A cluster of Green Lotus Core Flame suddenly burst out beneath his feet as he executed Shadowless Demonic Trace, turning his entire person into an extremely distorted afterimage and retreating frantically backward.

"Bang!!!"

The blood-colored Sword Qi brushed past the tip of Gu Lan's nose and slashed fiercely onto the bone altar.

That altar piled high with countless hard skulls was like a fragile piece of tofu under this single sword strike, directly being cleaved into a giant ravine several zhang deep! Bone powder all over the sky scattered down fluttering like snowflakes.

"Hiss—"

Gu Lan drew a cold breath and lowered his head to take a look.

The black-gold robe on his chest, forged from extremely tough material, had actually been grazed at the edge by the Sword Qi, directly splitting open a huge opening with a trace of blood oozing out on his skin.

If he had reacted half a beat slower just now, the one split in two would have been himself!

[Big… Big Boss! Save me!!!]

Inside the scabbard at Gu Lan's waist, the Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit let out a miserable, pig-slaughtering shriek.

[That's the weeping blood demonic blade! It's our Demonic Cult First Generation Ancestral Master's natal divine weapon! The people it has killed are more than the pigs I've ever seen! In front of it, I'm just a little brother! Big Boss, let's run quickly!]

"Shut up! If you make any more noise, I'll melt you first!"

Gu Lan cursed angrily in his mind, staring fixedly at the mummified corpse ahead that was once again raising its giant sword.

Run? Where to run?

Behind was the gate of the mausoleum, and that Old Hag Ye Hongzhuang was standing leisurely at the doorway right now with her arms crossed over her chest, looking like she was watching a good show. If he dared to retreat half a step, he would definitely be slapped to death by that woman.

"This Female Demon Lord is clearly using me as a free touchstone!"

Gu Lan gritted his teeth, a flash of extremely crazy ruthlessness passing through the depths of his eyes.

"Since we can't dodge, we can only fight hard!"

"Roar—!"

The scarlet flames in the mummified corpse's eye sockets beat violently, seeming extremely furious that Gu Lan was able to dodge its strike. Its shriveled legs violently kicked off the altar.

"Crack!"

The edge of the altar shattered, and the mummified corpse's massive body was like a cannonball out of the chamber, instantly crossing a distance of dozens of zhang and directly appearing right above Gu Lan's head!

"Demons Descend Upon the World!"

The mummified corpse uttered muddled syllables in its throat, and the weeping blood demonic blade turned into an all-encompassing blood-colored sword web, sealing off all of Gu Lan's retreating routes entirely!

"Old thing, your era has long since passed!"

"Did you really think I was made of clay?!"

Gu Lan roared angrily, his feet nailed to the ground as if they had grown roots.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, abruptly drawing the soul-devouring sword at his waist with his right hand!

"Purple Extreme Golden Core! Spin for me!"

"Boom!"

Inside the Dantian, the ten-pattern purple extreme golden core erupted with unprecedented terrifying rotational speed. A purple-gold demonic Qi, pure to the extreme and even surpassing the ancient Devilish Qi on the mummified corpse, poured wildly along Gu Lan's Meridians into the soul-devouring sword!

The Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit, which was still playing dead, was forced to let out a miserable and berserk sword hum under the forcible infusion of this supreme demonic Qi.

"Strange Flame! Open!"

Gu Lan did not hold back at all. With a flip of his left hand, the Green Lotus Core Flame and Red Lotus Karmic Fire burst into flames simultaneously, directly attaching to the blade body of the soul-devouring sword!

The purple-black sword body was instantly enveloped by a layer of berserk flames intertwining green and red.

"Burning Heaven Sword Art Second Form—Spark Scorches the Plains!"

Gu Lan gripped the sword with both hands, facing the blood-colored sword web falling all over the sky, swinging out a huge half-moon shaped flame Sword Qi from bottom to top fiercely!

"Clang clang clang clang clang—!!!"

The dense sound of metal collisions exploded in the mausoleum like a violent storm, shaking the surrounding one hundred and eight huge bronze pillars until they hummed.

Red Lotus Karmic Fire specifically counters evil spirits, and Green Lotus Core Flame burns all things!

That seemingly peerless blood-colored sword web, upon contacting Gu Lan's sword that fused the dual strange flames and ten-pattern demonic Qi, actually emitted a "sizzling" corrosive sound, beginning to shatter and disintegrate on a large scale!

"What?!"

The blood fire in the mummified corpse's eye sockets shrank violently, seeming incredible at the power erupted by this junior.

"Take my punch!"

Just at the moment when the mummified corpse's old force had just faded and its new force had not yet been born,

Gu Lan's figure weirdly passed through the shattered sword web, directly pressing close to the mummified corpse's face!

The five fingers of his left hand clenched tightly into a fist, the extremely rigid and extremely yang Qi of the Top-grade Pure Yang Body compressing wildly on his fist peak, resembling a miniature sun.

"Bang!!!"

A solid, heavy punch smashed fiercely into the mummified corpse's chest clad in ragged black-gold battle armor!

"Crack!"

An extremely crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

The ancient battle armor on the mummified corpse's chest, crafted from unknown material, was actually smashed into a deep pit by Gu Lan's punch! The berserk Pure Yang fire drilled into its body along the cracks, burning the aged Death Qi inside its body to emit pungent black smoke.

The mummified corpse's massive body was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward directly and smashing heavily into a huge bronze pillar, smashing that bronze pillar—as thick as a few people hugging together—until it caved in.

"Hoo… hoo…"

Gu Lan landed on the ground, panting heavily in large mouthfuls, a layer of fine blood beads oozing from the surface of his fists.

This old monster's bones were simply too hard! With that punch just now, he felt as if he had punched a ten-thousand-year mysterious iron mountain, the rebound force shocking his entire left arm until it went numb.

"Not bad."

At the entrance of the mausoleum,

Ye Hongzhuang watched Gu Lan punch away the remains of the First Generation Demon Lord, a flash of extremely bright brilliance sparkling in her slender Phoenix eyes.

"With the cultivation of the Early Golden Core Stage, he hard-shook the Demon God's bodily remains comparable to the Late Stage Nascent Soul, and can even gain the upper hand."

"This deity's pair of eyes truly did not misread the person."

Ye Hongzhuang licked her alluring red lips, the desire for possession in the depths of her eyes becoming even more intense. This man was simply a perfect machine born for battle and slaughter.

"Roar—!!!"

Just at this moment, the mummified corpse smashed into the bronze pillar let out an extremely miserable roar.

It was thoroughly enraged!

For a thousand years, as the First Generation Ancestral Master of the Demonic Cult, even after death, it enjoyed the worship and adoration of countless juniors. Today, it was actually punched away by a junior separated by who knows how many generations?!

This was an utter humiliation!

"Rumble!"

The mummified corpse abruptly broke free from the bronze pillar.

It did not rush forward eagerly again, but fiercely stabbed the weeping blood demonic blade in its hand into the obsidian ground beneath its feet!

"With my blood, awaken the multitude of demons!"

The mummified corpse's hoarse voice echoed throughout the entire underground mausoleum like a spell.

The next second,

a sudden change occurred!

on the surrounding one hundred and eight huge bronze pillars, the skeletal remains of the massive Yao Beasts locked by thick iron chains simultaneously lit up with ghost fires of gloomy green in their eye sockets!

"Crack crack crack…"

The teeth-aching sounds of bone friction rose and fell one after another.

Those Yao Beast remains dead for tens of millions of years all "came alive" under the stimulation of the weeping blood demonic blade!

They broke free from the decayed iron chains on their bodies, flapped their wings that were left with only skeletal frames, dragged their massive bodies, and surrounded Gu Lan from all directions like a tide!

There were Bone Dragons spitting black venom, Bone Tigers with physiques like mountains, and strange bone snakes with nine heads…

A full one hundred and eight terrifying ancient Yao Beast corpses!

The aura of every single one was comparable to the Early Golden Core Stage!

"Damn it!"

Gu Lan looked at this all-encompassing army of bones surrounding him tightly, feeling his scalp tingling for a moment.

"This old immortal can't afford to lose! If he can't beat me, he calls lackeys to gang up?!"

"Exalted Sovereign!"

Gu Lan suddenly turned his head and roared at Ye Hongzhuang, who was standing at the doorway watching the show: "This fucking exceeds the syllabus! If you keep watching the show, this subordinate will really turn into a pile of minced meat!"

"If you can't even handle this group of bone frames, you aren't worthy of being this deity's Sword-Wielding Envoy."

Ye Hongzhuang replied coldly, even conjuring up an ornate chair from somewhere unknown, sitting down leisurely with the posture of "You continue performing, I'm watching."

"You're ruthless!"

Gu Lan bit his back molars to pieces, knowing that today he couldn't count on this woman for help.

"Since that's the case, then I will slaughter wildly today!"

The purple light in the depths of Gu Lan's eyes instantly flourished. He no longer retained any physical strength, pushing the Purple Extreme Golden Core to an extreme overloaded state.

"Roar!"

A huge Bone Tiger lunged forward first, opening its bloody maw wide wanting to bite off Gu Lan's head.

"Scram!"

Gu Lan's figure flashed, avoiding the bite in an instant. The soul-devouring sword in his hand brought along berserk Red Lotus Karmic Fire, stabbing straight upward from the Bone Tiger's lower jaw to pierce through its entire skull!

"Bang!"

The Strange Flame exploded inside the Bone Tiger's skull, directly blowing this behemoth into shattered bones all over the sky!

But this was only the beginning.

More Yao Beast remains surged up like a tide, sharp bone claws and venom sealing off almost all of Gu Lan's dodging space.

Gu Lan completely incarnated into an untiring slaughter machine.

He shuttled crazily in the dense sea of bones, fist in left hand, sword in right hand, Strange Flame and demonic Qi intertwining into a net of death.

A Bone Dragon had its wings severed by his single sword strike, plunging heavily to the ground; a nine-headed bone snake was burned into ashes alive by his Pure Yang fire.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Wounds began to appear on Gu Lan's body. Although protected by the netherworld armor, that massive impact force still shook his internal organs to roll violently, fresh blood dyeing his black-gold robe red.

But he did not retreat half a step; instead, the Battle Intent in his eyes grew increasingly crazy!

"Awesome!"

Gu Lan punched to shatter a Bone Wolf lunging right at his face, raising his head to emit a wildly arrogant long whistle.

He felt the fresh blood in his body boiling, that extreme pleasure of walking on the edge of life and death allowing him to completely release the demonic nature hidden within this body.

In just the time it takes to burn an incense stick!

A full one hundred and eight terrifying Yao Beast remains had actually been slaughtered by Gu Lan by force for well over half!

The entire underground mausoleum was covered with a thick layer of bone ash, and the air was permeated with a pungent scorched smell.

"Hoo… hoo…"

Gu Lan propped himself up with the soul-devouring sword, kneeling on one knee in the pile of bone ash, panting heavily in large mouthfuls. The robe on his body was already ragged, and fresh blood dripped down the hilt onto the ground, making pitter-patter sounds.

He was too tired; his true Qi was already close to exhaustion.

"Step, step, step…"

Heavy footsteps sounded ahead.

The mummified corpse of the First Generation Demon Lord, carrying the weeping blood demonic blade, stepped on the bone ash covering the ground and walked step by step in front of Gu Lan.

In the mummified corpse's hollow eye sockets, blood fire beat, looking down condescendingly at Gu Lan.

"You are quite good, junior."

The mummified corpse's voice was hoarse and harsh.

"But you have already run out of steam."

"As you are now, you can't even take this old man's single sword strike."

The mummified corpse slowly raised the weeping blood demonic blade in its hand, and the terrifying blood-colored Sword Qi condensed on the blade edge once again, carrying a must-kill dead silence intent.

"It's over."

The Sword Qi slashed down roaringly!

Ye Hongzhuang, sitting on the chair in the distance, constricted her pupils sharply. She could tell that Gu Lan had truly reached his limit; he definitely couldn't dodge this sword strike!

She was just preparing to get up to rescue him.

However,

Gu Lan, who had been lowering his head panting heavily all along, suddenly raised his head at this exact moment!

On that face stained with blood and dust, there was not the slightest bit of fear or despair.

Instead, it revealed a spine-chilling, extremely cruel savage smile!

"Old thing."

The purple light in the depths of Gu Lan's eyes instantly turned into a patch of pure darkness.

"Did you think that when I killed so many bone frames just now, I was merely venting my physical strength?"

Gu Lan abruptly reached out that left hand covered in fresh blood, grabbing the blade edge of the descending weeping blood demonic blade tightly in a death grip!

"Swoosh—!"

The sharp blade edge instantly cut open his palm, and fresh blood surged wildly.

But Gu Lan didn't even frown, gripping the blade edge dead to prevent it from going down another fraction of an inch.

"I did it to… add some ingredients to them!"

As soon as his voice fell!

"Rumble—!!!"

The entire underground mausoleum emitted a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering massive tremor.

Around the mummified corpse, among the Yao Beast bone ash that had just been shattered by Gu Lan and covered the floor, hundreds of extremely dazzling green-red fire lights suddenly erupted!

That was a trace of Strange Flame Origin that Gu Lan had intentionally hidden in those bone ashes during the battle just now!

"Explode… for me!!!"