Lin Qiye's body was nailed to the black cross, and without the [Poem Singer of the Sky], his figure was completely exposed to the ashes in the sky.
Just as he was about to sink his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods in his mind, Uriel's body, standing in the center of the crater, had already flapped its broken white wings and slowly flew up into the sky.
The squirming red eyeball stared at Lin Qiye and An Qingyu on the two crosses respectively. His lips were slightly opened, and tumors suddenly appeared on both sides of his cheeks, splitting into densely packed small sharp mouths.
Countless ferocious and sharp laughter, followed by Uriel’s deep voice, echoed under the sky:
"Sin...sin...judgment...sentence..."
Uriel's voice was very hoarse, as if someone had pulled his vocal cords, and he spat out these words mechanically.
"Judgment of Sin——!!!"
In the valley, countless crazy sarcoma resentful souls roared in accordance with Uriel's voice, and every scarlet eyeball on their bodies shone with excitement.
In the past, they were judged by the angels of heaven and fell into hell with eternal torture. Now it is their turn to become "angels" to pronounce the sins of others.
This abnormal pleasure and resentment made them laugh uncontrollably, and the entire valley seemed to turn into a wave of sarcoma under their excitement.
As these four words came out, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu felt the chains on their bodies tighten again. At the same time, it seemed as if there was an invisible force pressing on them, pressing their heads down hard.
Above the valley of the cheering flesh tide, two figures lowered their heads and were nailed to a dark cross, like sinners waiting for trial, bowing their heads in repentance.
Lin Qiye gritted his teeth and his eyes were extremely red. He struggled to break away from the force and raised his head, but the veins on his neck popped out one by one!
At this moment, Uriel in the sky spoke again:
"Past...gone...sin..."
"Past sin——!!!" Crazy laughter came from the tide of flesh.
A realm was released from Uriel's body, instantly covering Lin Qiye and An Qingyu. The mysterious power of time and space, carrying their past, was withdrawn from the two people's bodies and flowed in the realm like a fragment from a movie.
Inside, the scarlet insect eye peered wantonly.
Spying into the past?
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly.
"An... Qing... Yu..." Uriel's voice came out from the dense laughter, "Committing... killing... desecrating corpses... disrespecting... the dead... sin... is unforgivable
...Fall into...eighth hell!"
Hearing Uriel's sentence, the wraiths in the valley became more and more excited.
"Hehehe...eighth hell! He is dead!"
"Killing is a serious crime, and desecrating a corpse is an even greater crime! How dare he desecrate a corpse?"
"Sin, it's really a sin! It's natural to fall into the eighth level of hell!"
"He is not like us, we never desecrate corpses!"
"We are angels, how can we desecrate corpses? We are angels! Hahaha..."
"..."
An Qingyu was chained to the cross, with his head lowered, looking at the wriggling flesh balls below with faces full of compassion and sanctity, and sneered.
A group of monsters who borrow corpses to bring back souls, it seems that they really regard themselves as holy angels... If we talk about corpse desecration, what they did is the real corpse desecration!
"Lin... Qi... Ye..." Uriel's voice sounded again,
"Committing...killing...soul-destroying...blasphemy...killing gods...the crime is not...forgivable...and falling...to the nine levels of hell!"
Amidst the even more excited cheers of the meatballs below, Lin Qiye, who was nailed to the cross, looked extremely gloomy.
But when he heard the words "Jinghun", his heart twitched slightly.
Others were okay, Lin Qiye admitted that he had done them all, but the soul-destroying thing only happened when he used the hospital to recruit nurses. Uriel could even tell whether the soul-destroying thing meant that he had noticed all the things.
Do psychiatric hospitals exist?
If the K-type gods knew about the existence of the Gods Mental Hospital...then things would be really bad.
Lin Qiye has already contacted Sun Wukong in the hospital. When the time comes, he can only risk death to carry his soul again.
But this is hell. If he really does this, no Daxia god will be able to save him this time.
Moreover, with Uriel's strength and the two demonic execution racks from heaven behind him, even if he carries the soul of the Great Sage, he may not be able to escape.
After spying on the past of Lin Qiye and judging their crimes, Uriel did not stop there, but spoke slowly again:
"Future...come...sin..."
The excited voices of the meatballs echoed in the valley: "Future crime——!!"
future?
Hearing these two words, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were stunned at the same time.
The fragments of the past flowing around Lin Qiye and the two disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, a mysterious force shrouded their heads, and two vague rivers of time were embodied in the field.
The split scarlet worm eyes in Uriel's eye sockets looked down along the long river of time between the two of them, as if they wanted to see into their eyes all the sins they would commit in the future.
"He's looking back into our future?!"
When An Qingyu saw this scene, he spoke in disbelief.
Lin Qiye lowered his head and could only glance at the river of time flowing above his head with his peripheral vision, his eyes filled with shock.
In this realm, Uriel can actually trace the past and the future? He is the Seraph who controls the power of time and space? If so, how powerful should he be during his lifetime?
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were nailed to the cross. They could only watch passively as the river of time above their heads continued to pass. Blurred lights and shadows flashed through it. They couldn't see what was happening inside.
"An... Qing... Yu..." Uriel's insect eyes stared at the future above An Qing Yu's head and said in a low voice, "Guilty..."
"Huh?"
As soon as he said the word "criminal", a soft sound came from the river of time above Lin Qiye's head.
The voice seemed to come from an infinite distance, yet it seemed to be very close at hand. When the voice appeared in an instant, whether it was Uriel, Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, or the flesh-ball resentful souls below who were excitedly watching, they were all stunned at the same time.
In place.
In Uriel's eye sockets, the two split red worms squirmed violently and quickly condensed into a whole eye, staring at the river of time above Lin Qiye's head.
In Lin Qiye's peripheral vision, a vague figure emerged. He stood in the long river of time, like a black shadow behind frosted glass, and could only vaguely see an outline.
"...Who is spying on me..."
The voice came out from the river of time again, and the vague figure raised his hand and knocked hard on the frosted glass-like river of time!
Stab——!
Just hearing a crisp explosion, the barrier between the past and the future was suddenly shattered, and a figure from the future was slowly outlined.