Chapter 2272 - 2273: Hell Forbidden Zone

At the same time, the Fat Monk leapt up, resembling a legendary Titan, embracing Yang Fei.

Yang Fei frowned slightly.

He could sense the unique bloodline of this Fat Monk, different from ordinary humans, mixed with a part of an Ancient Primordial Beast's bloodline, and it had already awakened.

He intended to test the strength of this Fat Monk, so he didn't dodge, allowing the Fat Monk to firmly embrace him.

The Fat Monk hugged Yang Fei, exerting Divine Power, revealing beast-like patterns on his face and body, with Fangs showing as well.

A force as powerful as a mountain crash pressed towards Yang Fei, akin to a train collision.

Instantly, Yang Fei's body transformed from the Taoist Body into the White Emperor's Immortal Body.

This White Emperor's Immortal Body is a type of Celestial Body that can only be condensed by cultivating the Gold Element Divine Ability to the highest Realm, sharp, solid, and indestructible.

Therefore, regardless of how hard the Fat Monk pressed, Yang Fei's White Emperor's Immortal Body remained unmoved.

It was like an ordinary person trying to hug an iron pillar.

No matter how hard you try, you can't shake or even break an iron pillar.

Blood Asura, dealing with Yang Fei's Thousand Extremes Sword Formation, glanced sideways to see Yang Fei offering no resistance as the Fat Monk wreaked havoc yet remained unscathed.

Blood Asura couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

This Fat Monk's name is Ji Tong, and his embracing strength can break stone pillars into pieces.

Yet Yang Fei, without using any Divine Skills, could withstand the bear hug of the Fat Monk.

The resilience of this body was almost equivalent to a tenth-level magical weapon.

Such a robust body, even if attacked by Magic Artifacts, it probably couldn't harm him.

Thinking this, Blood Asura suddenly let out a long roar.

Her black cowboy ankle boots stamped the ground fiercely, with a wave of her hand, eight points of Divine Light submerged into the ground.

From that ground, a wisp of black mist floated out.

The black mist accumulated more and more, containing a chilling aura, immediately enveloping Blood Asura, Yang Fei, and the Fat Monk Ji Tong within.

Xue Mingtai and the others watching nearby were startled upon seeing Blood Asura performing such a method.

"Not good, this is the Hell Forbidden Zone, that Demoness used the Hell Forbidden Zone to trap Yang Fei."

Xue Mingtai had looked over many documents related to ancient Cultivation Civilizations.

After the destruction of the Cultivation World, hell and Jile World disappeared.

Jile World transformed into the Vajra Realm, while hell became the Ksitigarbha Realm.

In the Ksitigarbha Realm, almost all were powerful Ghost Cultivators lingering from hell.

Blood Asura at this moment used Magic Artifacts to simulate the Hell Forbidden Zone from the ancient Cultivation World, surprising Xue Mingtai and the others greatly.

Outside the Forbidden Realm, seemingly silent with no movement, yet inside, drastic changes took place.

For a moment, Yang Fei seemed to be placed within hell, with wails of thousands of ghosts and chilling winds.

A Yin Mountain, towering ten thousand feet, stood before Yang Fei.

The rocks of Yin Mountain were like iron, covered with sharp bayonet blades, behind which shadowy evil ghosts pushed a grinding stone.

The giant shadow of the evil ghost formed a reflection like a small mountain.

At the foot of Yin Mountain flowed a blood river, countless dense white bone claws rising from the water.

On the majestic Yin Mountain, Blood Asura's beautiful silhouette stood at the peak, overlooking Yang Fei like a god gazing down upon all beings.

"Yang Fei, this is your burial place, prepare to die."

Blood Asura finished speaking, at some point, a large flag appeared in her hand, which she waved fiercely in the wind.

On Yin Mountain, a One-Horned Ghost King thunderously roared, leading a group of Yin Soul Ghost Soldiers, surging towards Yang Fei like a tide.

In the blood river, a fellow wearing a tall hat, face pale as paper, holding a Crying Stick in his hand, edged closer to Yang Fei.

Meanwhile, countless monsters flew up from behind Yin Mountain, winged yet with baby faces, steel claws like Eagle Claws, attacking Yang Fei.

One of the monsters was as big as half a room.

Its feathers were like iron, its Eagle Claws like hooks, accompanied by a wailing infant cry, it flew instantly above Yang Fei's head.

The leading three Ghost Generals, each with Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Coupled with hundreds and thousands of Ghost Soldiers, even a Golden Core Stage Cultivator would face utter defeat.

Yang Fei didn't expect that Blood Asura possessed such Divine Skills.

If allowed to continue cultivating, she might evolve a real hell; it's unpredictable.

Just from this aspect alone, Blood Asura had already far surpassed Tang Qianjue.

Even One Blade Two Gods might not exceed her.

The baby-faced monster instantly flew above Yang Fei's head, like an eagle catching a chick, diving from the sky, its steel claws hooked, aiming for Yang Fei's head.

At this moment, two White Bone Longswords crossed out, blocking the baby-faced monster, Sword Qi crisscrossed, sharp and unmatched.

The baby-faced monster seemed somewhat apprehensive of the White Bone Longswords and reached out Eagle Claws, resisting the two White Bone Longswords, its cry increasingly distressing.

In front of Yang Fei, White Impermanence swung the Crying Stick, bouncing forward step by step.

Behind him, a group of Fierce Ghost skeletons wailed mournfully, surrounding Yang Fei.

Simultaneously, the One-Horned Ghost King had already rushed to Yang Fei's front.

With a loud shout, a rusty Longsword cleaved towards Yang Fei's head.

In front of Yang Fei, the Thousand Extremes Sword Formation deployed, twelve White Bone Longswords, transforming into millions of Sword Shadows, protected Yang Fei.

In an instant, the One-Horned Ghost King, the airborne baby-faced monster, and White Impermanence, three Ghost Generals, had clashed with Yang Fei's Thousand Extremes Sword Formation hundreds of rounds.

Yang Fei placed his hands behind his back, leisurely watching Blood Asura atop Yin Mountain, singing melodiously.

"Blood Asura, Blood Asura, Tianshan like snow with rivers of blood, today I have experienced your Divine Skills."

"Yet, wanting to trap me here is merely dreaming."

Blood Asura sneered, her snow-white hair fluttering in the wind.

"Today, if you can escape my Hell Forbidden Zone, I will join your Yinxue Tower and serve willingly, never to regret."

Yang Fei flicked a finger, shrugging his shoulders.

"A mere Domain Divine Ability, inherently an illusion, lacking real hell, count to three, and I shall surely break yours."

Blood Asura sneered, extending a hand towards Yang Fei, slender fingers lifting one like spring onion.

"It's settled, one!"

She had barely counted to one when a colossal sound boomed overhead, a bull hoof like the Heavenly Pillar stomped down.

The massive bull leg was a full two or three zhang wide, the hoof flashed cold light, stomped towards Blood Asura.

Blood Asura was extremely alarmed, with nerves of steel, she wouldn't dare face such a monster head-on.

Blood Asura's figure flickered, descending Yin Mountain.

The enormous bull hoof stomped directly on Yin Mountain.

A thunderous boom echoed as Yin Mountain was crushed and shattered by the bull hoof.

Amid countless fleeing and screaming Yin Ghosts and Wandering Souls.