At this time, Cheng Yan was quite shocked. In the past, Xiang Que's methods and trump cards only surprised him at best, but after seeing Ji Zang's appearance, he had to realize that the person in front of him was simply too complicated.
As soon as the five pictures of purgatory were opened, they immediately surrounded Chengyan.
At the same time, Xiang Que suddenly murmured a series of obscure scriptures in his mouth.
He still doesn't know what these scriptures mean, but Xiang Que vaguely realizes that strange changes may occur in the eighteenth level of hell.
The five pictures of purgatory shrouded Chengyan. While reciting scriptures, Xiang Que frantically activated the aura in the Taoist world to bless these pictures. He had to try to make them as strong as possible.
Get up, otherwise if the opponent is blown away at once, he will also suffer backlash.
"If you are the true body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, then I will definitely turn around and run away, but if you are a clone, it doesn't matter if you really kill him. After all, Ksitigarbha has never appeared in the ancient immortal world until now. Who knows what will happen?
Where is the great Bodhisattva? Or maybe he has already died..."
Chengyan is also a survivor from the ancient immortal world, so he definitely knows more than ordinary people. It seems that he also knows the rumors about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Xiang Que was unmoved and had no expression on his face. When he was muttering scriptures in his mouth, he suddenly noticed something strange, that is, many pictures appeared in his mind.
At first, he did not understand what these pictures meant, but as more and more things came to his mind, he gradually understood that these pictures represented the following levels of hell.
In Xiang Que's mind, countless ferocious fighting spirits were struggling in several dark and oppressive spaces.
These fighting spirits seem to be very powerful, some are even comparable to saints or great saints.
These were obviously strong men who died in the ancient immortal world war, and then were collected in the later levels of the eighteen levels of hell. After all, after passing the ten levels of hell, the realm and strength of the fighting souls will become stronger as they go further.
At this time, Chengyan was temporarily surrounded by five pictures of purgatory and could not escape for the time being, but this situation would certainly not last long, after all, he had already passed through all these purgatory pictures before.
While Chengyan was hardening, he was also blasting towards the five hells. Xiangque had no other choice but to constantly stimulate the breath of heaven to maintain the operation of these five hells.
As time goes by, the five pictures of purgatory are shaking, and even the Taoist world with Xiang Que is in turmoil, and it is about to become the end of the war.
As long as this situation persists for about half an hour, Xiang Que's purgatory map will probably collapse.
But at this time, Xiang Que suddenly found that he was connected to the following levels of hell, because as those pictures became clearer and clearer in his mind, he could clearly see that the fighting souls in these hells were slowly slowing down.
He stared upward slowly, as if looking into his eyes.
Although Xiang Que's people did not appear in those purgatory, he was inexplicably aware that they must be watching him.
"Poof" Xiang Que suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. With the strong blast of the rock, those pictures of purgatory were about to collapse.
Although Xiang Que was close to collapse, he still quickly connected with those fighting spirits because he was vaguely aware that he might make something unusual happen.
And this is his only chance to escape.
At the same time, cracks seemed to have begun to appear on the five pictures of purgatory, and the signs of rupture gradually became obvious. Even the Dao realm was shaking, and it was only a moment before it collapsed.
Already.
Cheng Yan roared ferociously: "No matter how many tricks you use, the gap in realm is still a chasm that you can't cross. You, a great Luo Jinxian, actually want to fight with a great sage without losing. It's simply a wishful thinking."
Xiang Que turned a deaf ear to the other party's sarcasm and chanted the scriptures faster. He was completely holding his breath. If he let go, he would be completely finished.
"Boom!" The tenth level of hell suddenly trembled violently. Several holes seemed to have opened all around, and bursts of cold breath seeped in from all directions.
Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "What's going on? Why do I feel several auras that make my heart tremble? Where does this come from?"
Chengyan vaguely felt that something was not good, and the fear in his heart became more and more intense, because the cold aura coming from all directions in the tenth level of hell was actually suppressing him.
"Whoa!" At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the cracked hole. The figure was in a very miserable state. Half of his body collapsed, with only one arm and one leg left. Even his head seemed to be
Only half is left.
This is a remaining fighting spirit, with fierce flames on its body, but its momentum suppresses Cheng Yan.
Following the appearance of this fighting spirit, multiple figures jumped out one after another from other openings, all of which were in a state of mutilation without exception.
When Cheng Yan saw this, his scalp was numb and he shouted at Xiang Que: "What on earth did you do and where did you summon these fighting spirits from?"
How could Chengyan not be frightened? Just one of them made him afraid. At least a dozen of them suddenly appeared. If all these fighting spirits rushed towards him, Chengyan would be in danger of being swallowed up almost instantly.
Already.
Xiang Que didn't answer and slowly opened his eyes. These fighting spirits from the following levels of hell were naturally brought here after being hooked by him.
More than a dozen fighting spirits floated quietly in the air, staring eagerly below. Cheng Yan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.
Xiang Que narrowed his eyes, slowly raised his finger and pointed at Chengyan, and said, "What!"
"Ouch!" Several war spirits raised their heads and roared, and then they jumped up and rushed towards the rock below. The momentum was like an arrow leaving the string, and they arrived in the deep pit in an instant.
Cheng Yan roared at Xiang Que: "Are you crazy? There are so many fighting spirits from the lower levels of hell. If they lose control, you won't be able to escape either. You are seeking death!"
Xiang Que said: "Are you thinking too much? I will die in your hands sooner or later, so why don't I give it a try if I have the chance? It's better than just waiting to die. Besides, how do you know whether I can control it or not?"
Live with these fighting spirits?"
Cheng Yan stared with his eyes speechless. He had no chance to speak again. Several war spirits had already arrived in front of him at this moment.