A piece of land that is not too vast is floating on the sea of blood. The blood in the sea is surging up and spreading around the land. The screams and howls in the blood are endless. It seems to be a hell on earth!
This is hell on earth, the eighteenth level of hell under the underworld, the black copper hell.
Countless criminals who have committed heinous crimes and been sentenced to serious crimes are all imprisoned here, tortured day and night, and will never be able to get ahead.
The Eighteenth Hell is the Guantanamo Prison in the United States, where all serious criminals with no hope of escape are guilty of numerous crimes!
Zhao Fangzhuo frowned and looked around cautiously. There was no figure around Xiang Que, only countless guilty ghosts with heinous sins looking at him with eager eyes. Different from other hells, the souls of the guilty ghosts in the previous layers of hell could not be seen.
When they arrived at Zhao Fang's table, they all felt somewhat fearful, but in the eighteenth level of hell, all the sinners showed bloodthirsty and gloomy expressions, and even seemed to have a little desire.
"Where is the person?" Zhao Fangzuo squinted and looked around, but Xiang Que seemed to disappear out of thin air, but he watched helplessly as the other party came in.
Zhao Fangzuo's unknown feeling became more and more intense, and his heart suddenly started to beat wildly. With his cultivation level as advanced as his, his sense of danger had already reached the extreme level.
"Whoa!" Suddenly, a gap opened silently above the top of Zhao Fangzhuo's table, and a rusty long sword suddenly emerged, with the tip of the sword piercing the top of Zhao Fangzhuo's head.
Zhao Fangzhuo suddenly stepped back in a hurry, and the long sword swept past him in front of the bridge of his nose. After Xiang Que's figure was revealed, he was filled with murderous aura and his fighting spirit was rising.
Zhao Fangzhuo's eyes widened in disbelief. Xiang Que held a long sword and said softly: "One sword can move a dragon and a snake..."
The sword energy was like a long dragon, magnificent and coming to Zhao Fangzhuo.
"Open" Zhao Fangzhuo took out the soul summoning flag from his bag and blocked Xiang Que's sword.
"Two swords opened the world...Three rooms weighed ten thousand catties...Nine swords made a sudden change, and soared to ninety thousand miles." Xiang Que followed with one sword, and the swords swept through the warehouse like a rainbow.
Zhao Fangzhuo, who was in a state of panic and unable to take precautions.
After nine consecutive sword strikes, Zhao Fangzhuo was shocked. His Dao Qi had been exhausted since the third strike. After the sixth strike, Zhao Fangzhuo's chest and abdomen were shaken, and his eyes were a little distracted. At the ninth strike, the sword energy struck like a long dragon.
The soul-summoning flag in Zhao Fangzhuo's hand was no longer able to block him, and he was forcefully sent flying.
"Poof!" Zhao Fangzhuo fell to the ground, a streak of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the blood flowed non-stop.
Xiang Que looked at him coldly: "Everything in the world has changed. Please forgive me, Master Zhao."
"You, you..." Zhao Fangzhuo wiped the corners of his mouth, stood up and asked with a frown, "Why are you suddenly back to your original state?"
"And why are you so yang-qi dissipated and your Tao-qi exhausted?" Xiang Que smiled faintly and said, "What is the purpose of taking you in such a big circle?"
Xiang Que took Zhao Fangzhuo for almost a full circle in the eighteenth level of hell. This circle directly consumed Zhao Fangzhuo's Yang Qi, and his Tao Qi decreased rapidly, just like an ordinary person running a 10,000-meter long distance.
, but Xiang Que had already restored his energy to its peak state after this lap.
The eighteen levels of hell are now like Xiang Que’s back garden!
"Master Zhao, do you know what the biggest difference between you and me is? It's that you can't pretend, and I've always taken a more prudent approach. You want to have a cat-and-mouse game with me, but I want to take a bite out of it.
I will bite you to death." Xiang Queping stretched out his sword and lightly scratched the sword with his right finger, and a drop of blood flowed down the edge of the sword.
Xiang Quejian was inserted into the ground, and he knelt down with a "pop" sound, kneeling three times and knocking nine times: "Disciples of Gujing Temple, I respectfully invite Bai Qi, the God of Death...hunxi to return...hun..."
"Return"
He sacrificed his blood to Que and summoned the remnant soul of Bai Qi to be born. This time, Bai Qi was summoned not under the blue sky and the sun, but in the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.
Bai Qi only has a ray of soul that exists between heaven and earth forever. Here he is really fighting at home. The killing god's attack is unstoppable in the daytime. Here, his murderous intent reaches the ninth level.
At the end of the long sword, Bai Qi's remnant soul emerged proudly, his eyes that had wiped out all the living beings in the world revealed an extremely strong murderous aura.
In the eighteenth level of hell, thousands of sinners around them all looked at the generation of killing god Bai Qi who stood on tiptoe on the tip of his sword. They all fell to the ground in an instant, prostrate themselves and did not dare to make any mistake.
"Roar..." Thousands of sinful ghosts screamed in unison, the sound shook the 18th level of the Yangtong Hell, shocked by Bai Qi's birth.
All the ghosts worship, not the masters of the halls of the eighteen levels of hell, nor the Great Emperor of Fengdu Ghost City, nor the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who will go to hell if I don’t go to hell, but the Bodhisattva who has persevered throughout the ages and for thousands of years.
There is only one person who can be called Bai Qi, the God of Killing.
Bai Qi didn't even look at the worshiping Wan Gui. He stared coldly at Zhao Fangzhuo on the ground, put his hands behind his back and said one word calmly: "Behead"
Bai Qi's remnant soul stretched his hand forward, condensed his energy into a sword, and swung it away.
Zhao Fangzhuo smiled miserably, raised his head and said: "The world's turmoil has surpassed that of my generation. Once I entered the Jianghu, the years were rushing, and the emperor's hegemony was chatting and laughing... If I lose, my life will be a drunken one."
Bai Qi swung his sword, and the sword energy was billowing. When it hit Zhao Fangzhuo, he seemed to have run out of gas and couldn't think of struggling again.
The grace of that sword "poof" made Zhao Fangzhuo's eyes instantly dim and blurred, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Whoa" Bai Qi's remnant soul suddenly dispersed and disappeared again.
Zhao Fangzhuo fell to the ground and closed his eyes tightly. Three feet above his head, a ray of dead soul seemed to be emerging.
At this time, a slow sound suddenly came from the distance of the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
"go back·····"
The soul of Zhao Fangzhuo after his death was forcefully blocked back to his body by the sound of returning.
"Huh?" Xiang Que turned back, pursed his lips, frowned and remained silent.
"His life should not have ended just like this. The underworld cannot take it back." The voice suddenly sighed and said helplessly: "I am doing this for your own good, Master Maoshan, can you bear to die in your hands?"
He has survived this disaster.”
Xiang Que said indifferently: "If I spare him, it will cause endless troubles for myself. Believe it or not, he will definitely not spare me if I am lying there. As for whether I can bear it or not,
Then just accept it, at least I don't care now."
"Why don't you give me some thin noodles?" the voice said angrily.
Xiang Que pursed his lips and said helplessly: "I have met King Taishan."
King Dong of Mount Tai, the seventh hall of Yama in the Ten Halls, guards the eighteenth level of hell.
"It's good to know. Even if the leader of Maoshan survives this time, his cultivation will be almost useless. You don't have to worry about anything. I just don't want you to be unable to bear this cause and effect." The voice continued: "There will be more in the future.
Don’t take your disputes to the eighteenth level of hell. The Ten Palaces of Yama’s Prison Suppression Map is reserved for you to be of great use, do you understand?”
"Just this once..." Xiang Que said with his hands in hand.
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