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Chapter 1734: The King of Hell’s Trial! Reduced to a Prisoner

Chapter 1734: The King of Hell’s Trial! Reduced to a Prisoner

"Black and white are unparalleled, see the King of Hell." Two figures, one black and one white, respectfully speaking to the King of Hell.

Their words made Chen Mo unable to find Bei.

I actually came to the Hall of Hell!

Looking at this posture, Chen Mo seemed to be about to enter the eighteenth level of hell.

Sure enough, King Yama waved his hand and said, "The person in front of him is Chen Mo. The crime he committed was full of fruits. He did not come to report after his death, so he was more guilty."

"I will pronounce the verdict and will be sent to the eighteen levels of hell and will never be reborn."

Bang!

The gavel in King Yama's hand suddenly slapped the table and condemned Chen Mo's unforgivable sin.

In an instant, Chen Mo felt sad. He raised his head and looked at King Yama. His tone was extremely cold and he said indifferently: "King King Yama, I have made no mistakes in what you said. How could I have committed a lot of crimes, let alone death? How could I have a higher crime? You ignored the law and condemned me to be a heinous crime. This move does not conform to your King Yama's fair and selfless side."

boom!

Chen Mo's words made King Yama stunned on the spot. Chen Mo actually questioned his judgment, and he despised him, King Yama, and he also spoke fairly and selflessly.

This made King Yama look down on Chen Mo even more.

His eyes were a little gloomy, and King Yama looked at Chen Mo without turning his eyes.

"You're not convinced?"

These words hit the heart, making it difficult for Chen Mo to have the idea of ​​competing. However, when he thought of going to the eighteenth floor of hell, he immediately straightened his body and said proudly: "I, Chen Mo, don't accept it."

"very good."

It can be seen that the King of Yama was already angry at this moment. His eyes when he looked at Chen Mo also changed, as if he was impatient, but more of a disgusting look.

"You, Chen Mo, died in your previous life and did not reincarnate through reincarnation, but were reborn in a certain person in some way. These kings can not be pursued."

"But you have been practicing for many years and killed countless people, which is enough to drive you to the eighteenth level of hell. If you are not convinced, I want to ask, why are you not convinced? Are those people not killed by you?"

At this point, King Yama was righteous and upright.

As a cultivator, killing people is just a head-on point, which is normal.

This underworld is the territory of King Yama, who specializes in the justice of the underworld. Even if Chen Mo is not convinced, King Yama will not be reincarnated and reincarnated if King Yama wants Chen Mo to enter the eighteenth level of hell.

The benefits of improving the strength of the cultivator are even longer than those of mortals.

Many times, in the underworld, it is not about how strong you are in your previous life, but about whether the sins you committed in the world are enough to be sent to the eighteenth level of hell.

Chen Mo went from the mortal realm to the cultivation realm, and then to the Eight Desolates. During this period, the people he killed were as good as carp crossing the river.

Therefore, King Yama had enough reason to push Chen Mo to the eighteenth level of hell.

However, Chen Mo laughed at King Yan after hearing what he said.

"King of Yama, what you said is indeed true, but the people I kill are the ones that should be killed."

"Can you King Yama guarantee that you have never killed anyone, including ghosts?"

As soon as these words were spoken, King Yama suddenly looked ugly.

Looking at Chen Mo, King Yama slapped the arbor again.

"Chen Mo, you are against the sky. I am under the order of the emperor to take charge of the judicial position of the underworld, and even hold the book of the Heavenly Way of Life and Death and the judge's pen, so I represent the law."

"And you speak wildly and question me. If you do this, you will not be able to calm my anger."

"Hei White Impermanence, take him down, throw him into the hell of scissors, and give him a piece of ashes."

King Yama gave the order, as if there was a heavenly power.

Hei and Bai Wuchang looked at each other, then came to Chen Mo, but there was already a soul-locking chain in his hand. The moment the Yin Qi was injected, the soul-locking chain trapped Chen Mo tightly.

It’s not that Chen Mo has tried to struggle, but the imprisonment power of this soul-locking chain is very terrifying.

"Chen Mo, don't think about breaking free. The soul-locking chain has the power to restrain you. If you struggle, I cannot guarantee whether your soul body will be destroyed."

King Yama reminded me.

The light flashed in the eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

The soul-locking chain is a treasure in the underworld, which is specifically designed to deal with the soul body. As long as Chen Mo moves a little, the soul of the soul will become weak, and in the end the soul will be scattered.

Chen Mo sighed deeply and said nothing.

At this moment, he is really like a down-and-out phoenix, not as good as a chicken, and he loses the opportunity to be reincarnated.

"Take him down."

King Yama gave another order and looked at Chen Mo with extraordinary temperament. When Chen Mo and Hei Bai Wuchang left, King Yama continued to pick up the life and death book and watch the dead creatures.

Leaving the Hall of Hell, Heibai Wuchang escorted Chen Mo and left Fengdu City directly.

Along the way, Chen Mo couldn't help but speak, "Two brothers, don't know how this scissor hell is? After entering, will I, Chen Mo, still be able to leave and be reincarnated?"

Although Chen Mo would go to hell, Chen Mo was unwilling to give up and would leave even if he had a slight chance.

Because he still has too many things to complete.

Hei Wuchang, like his body, had a cold face and did not answer Chen Mo's words. Bai Wuchang laughed and said, "Chen Mo, you will never be able to come out in your life. In the eighteen levels of hell, the scissors hell is a nightmare for all ghosts."

Chen Mo said: "Is there no chance to leave the scissors hell alive?"

"way?"

When Bai Wuchang heard Chen Mo's words, he found it very funny and said, "You offended King Yama so hard and wanted to come out of the scissors hell. I think it's better to think about how to endure the pain of the scissors hell when you ask this question."

As he was speaking, Chen Mo and others had already arrived at Tianmen Pass. Looking around, there was a archway outside Tianmen Pass. When you looked through the gate of the archway, you could see the resentment inside, and the yin energy was filled with it, forming a terrible atmosphere.

Moreover, the sound of ghosts and wolves crying and howling came from inside, which made Chen Mo very frightened.

"This is the gate of hell. Sure enough, I, Chen Mo, have become a prisoner."

"Why!"

An endless sigh came from Chen Mo's mouth. He thought there were no ghosts in this world, but unexpectedly, even ghosts were divided into levels and even forced to go to prison.

Looking back on all the past, Chen Mo's account was lost.

Luo Li, Yan Qingcheng, Liang Feiyun, I, Chen Mo, have you all lost.

Bai Wuchang held Chen Mo, looked ahead and said lightly: "Boy, through this Gate of Hell, one step forward is the Naihe Bridge and the Yellow Spring Road. Then when you arrive at the Naihe Bridge, it is the eighteenth floor of hell. From then on, you will live in a dark place."

"I, Bai Wuchang, think you are good, so I advise you to take a good look at the world."

Even though he said that, Bai Wuchang really meant to laugh. Chen Mo offended King Yan Luo. No matter how wronged he was, he could never escape the punishment of the underworld.

Chen Mo ignored Bai Wuchang's words.

Then, Chen Mo and Hei Bai Wuchang walked into the gate of hell and arrived at the legendary Huangquan Road.

The road to the Yellow Springs is as its name suggests. Looking all the way, there are ghosts of death, and waves of complaints keep coming.

Perhaps, this is the road to the underworld, life is impermanent, and the way of heaven has reincarnation.

Death is life and death.
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