Holy Lord Luo hit the ground like a falling meteor.
Waves of mud arose from the yellow mud, and dust floated in the air, obscuring everyone's sight.
Huo Daoxiong fell from the sky, stepped heavily on the shoulders of Holy Lord Luo, and then inserted a knife into Holy Lord Luo's chest. The tip of the knife sank into the chest, but not a trace of blood seeped out, but seemed to have entered a place that was in the same position as Holy Lord Luo's heart.
Parallel space at the same location.
Holy Lord Luo exclaimed and found that he had actually separated from his body. Countless afterimages of himself appeared in front of him, falling into the bottomless abyss. He raised his eyes and saw that it was a scorched wasteland, full of withered monsters.
Trees and ruins.
There are many ghosts in the wasteland, including false ghosts, fake ghosts, traitors, troublemakers, reckless ghosts, scum-grabbing ghosts, careful ghosts, begging ghosts, local ghosts, street ghosts, impatient ghosts, plague ghosts, and weak spirits.
Ghosts, frivolous ghosts, lingering ghosts, dark-eyed ghosts, and dirty ghosts are all evil in appearance.
Holy Lord Luo wiped his eyes and looked at them carefully. All these ghosts had changed their appearance: warm corpse ghosts, unreasonable ghosts, deceitful ghosts, desperate ghosts, sick ghosts, drunk ghosts, pinching ghosts, smart ghosts, and anxious ghosts.
There are the liar ghost, the seven-slanted ghost, the flirting ghost, the romantic ghost, the lustful ghost, and the last one is King Lengpan.
And the huge Lengka King is the Yama transformed by Huo Daoxiong. His face seems to be wearing a Sichuan opera mask. The red mask is particularly eye-catching among the black robes.
He shouted majestically: "Holy Lord Luo, do you know your sin?"
Holy Master Luo was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Who are you, where am I, and what are you going to do?"
The red-faced Yama scolded: "You are still pretending to me? You bastard, why don't you just arrest him quickly!"
I saw a huge palm falling from the sky. Holy Lord Luo ran away desperately, but he was still caught in the hand of the red-faced Yama like a little chicken. Only his head was exposed and he shouted angrily: "Huo Daoxiong, what are you doing?"
What?"
The red-faced Yama ignored the shouts of Holy Lord Luo and said: "I am the head of the ten palaces of Yama in the underworld, King Qin Guang of the Ghost Judge Palace, and I am responsible for registering life and death in the human world, guiding transcendent beings, and good and bad luck in the underworld!"
"On the day when a good person dies, he will be led to the next life. All men and women who have equal merits and demerits will be sent to the tenth palace for distribution. They will still be reborn in the world, or the men will become women, or the women will become men, and they will compete for wealth and honor.
Poor and lowly, retribution for wrongdoing. But if you are like you, a person who does more evil and does less good, you need to be sent to the evil mirror platform on the right side of the palace!"
As soon as the hand of the red-faced Yama was loosened, Holy Lord Luo fell from the air and fell on a stone slab. He raised his head and found that he was lying on a high platform with a mirror standing next to it. The platform was one foot high and the mirror was ten meters wide.
, hanging to the east, with blurry images constantly changing.
King Qin Guang smiled in the sky and said: "Holy Lord Luo, do you know what will happen to an evil soul like you?"
Before Holy Lord Luo could answer anything, King Qin Guang continued to himself: "It should be noted that there are no good people in front of the mirror of evil." You only carry your sins with you throughout your life. This mirror of evil will reflect your sins in your life, and they will be recorded in the book of life and death.
Make a note and I will escort you to the eighteenth level of hell and suffer punishment!"
"The eighteen levels of hell are not pleasant. The key is that the sentence is too long. In the first hell, 3750 years are considered as one day, 30 days are considered as one month, and 12 months are considered as one year. Do sinners have to serve ten thousand years in this prison?
Counted as the human calendar, it is 13.5 billion years!"
"The second prison uses 7,500 human years as one day. The criminals must serve their sentences in this prison for 20,000 years. Counted as the human calendar, it is 54 billion years! The sentences in each subsequent prison are based on the sentence in the previous prison.
Increased by two times. Calculated in this way, the sentence in the 18th prison will be innumerable!"
King Qin Guang laughed loudly: "Sinners fall into it and there is no way back! Holy Lord Luo, how many sins do you think you have committed in front of the Mirror of Sin? How much pain should you suffer in these eighteen levels of hell?"
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Holy Lord Luo shouted loudly: "I don't know what you are talking about! My name is Luo Ping, not Holy Lord Luo!"
King Qin Guang in the sky was stunned for a moment, then pulled his mind away from the dream and looked at reality.
Huo Daoxiong's floating light and shadow knife was still inserted into the chest of Lord Luo on the ground, but Lord Luo's head was missing. He glanced around and finally saw a strange head at the end of the sky.
That was the original head of Holy Lord Luo, but it had wings and insect legs growing on it. It was insect-like with many legs, like a bat with membrane wings, its head was covered with mycelium, its wings were flapping, and it flew at extremely fast speeds.
quick.
Huo Daoxiong looked down at Holy Lord Luo who had lost his head. He had already lost his life. Holy Lord Luo in the dream also died soon. He was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself: "Flying head man?"
Flying Man, also known as Flying Man, is a very mysterious monster. They can capture people's brains and disguise themselves as the original host while maintaining the vitality of the host.
There are also flying-headed barbarians in Lingnan. There, the local indigenous people regard them as a special tribe. They think that they are just the whole tribe who have a body that can fly their heads out of the body. They call them Luotou people.
There is a kind of sacrificial activity called Chongluo, so the entire ethnic group is also called Chongluo.
Huo Daoxiong has dealt with these weird monsters before. Although he is one of the greatest masters in the world, he has not been able to spare the life of a flying-headed barbarian to study them carefully.
It seems that this so-called "Holy Lord Luo" is just the host that the flying head man found. It is of no use in itself. It is the Great Luo Sect that Holy Lord Luo said. I don't know if it really exists or is it the flying one.
Touman made it up casually.
Huo Daoxiong looked at the grass soldiers nearby who were attacking each other because of the roar of the camp, and smiled coldly. They were really a bunch of mobs. He didn't bother to care about these ant thieves anymore, and jumped directly towards Puzhou.
Huang Chao lifted up the body of Lord Luo who had lost his head, and stared at Huo Daoxiong's flying figure with angry eyes: "You people are always so arrogant, as if even destroying us is a kind of charity to us.
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Although his uprising was very successful, after killing the reinforcements of the Tianping Army tonight, he will surely be able to capture more cities and recruit more people to join the rebel army.
However, an imminent big problem lies in front of this rebel army, that is, after losing the help of Holy Master Luo, Huang Chao has no trump card that can compete with the high-end military force of the court like Huo Daoxiong, and even some
Even the San people in the spiritual world can't stop him.
No matter how many people there are, no matter how strong the soldiers are, and no matter how high the prestige of Huang Chao himself is, what's the use?
As long as the imperial court sends Grand Masters and Qi Refiners to carry out targeted attacks on the upper echelons of the rebel army, then this raging uprising army will become a mass of loose sand that can be easily manipulated by anyone.
Huang Chao couldn't help but look at the path Huo Daoxiong left, which was in the direction of Puzhou. Perhaps, they could make contact with the Junping Army in Puzhou.