A land that is not too vast is floating on the sea of blood. The blood qi surging and surging around the land. The blood qi roars and howlings are endless. It seems like a hell on earth!
This is the hell on earth, the 18th level of the hell under the underworld, and the molten copper hell.
All the sinful ghosts who were convicted of heavy crimes were detained here, and were sentenced day and night, and never had a chance to stand out.
The Eighteenth Hell is Guantanamo Prison in the United States, and it is a serious prisoner with hopeless crimes!
Zhao Fangzhuo frowned and looked around cautiously. There was no figure of Xiang Que around him. Only countless sinful ghosts looked at him again, staring at him covetously. Unlike other hells, the ghosts of sin in several layers of hell had seen him before.
When I arrived at Zhao Fang's table, I felt a little afraid, but in the 18th floor of hell, all the sinful ghosts showed bloodthirsty and gloomy expressions, and even seemed to have a little desire.
"Where is the person?" Zhao Fangche narrowed his eyes and searched everywhere, but Xiang Que seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, but he watched the other party come in.
Zhao Fangche's unclear feeling became stronger and stronger, and his heart suddenly jumped wildly. His cultivation was so profound that he had long been extremely delicate about danger.
"Swish" Suddenly, a silent gap was suddenly opened from the top of Zhao Fang's head, and a rusty long sword suddenly emerged, and the tip of the sword pierced directly above Zhao Fangzhuo's head.
Zhao Fangzhuo suddenly retreated back in a hurry, and the long sword swept over from the bridge of his nose. After Xiang Que's figure was revealed, he was full of murderous aura and his fighting spirit rose.
Zhao Fangzhuo widened his eyes in disbelief, holding a long sword in his hand, and whispered: "A sword moves the dragon and snake..."
The sword energy was like a long dragon, and it came to Zhao Fangzhuo in magnificently.
"Open" Zhao Fangzhuo took out the soul flag in his hand and blocked the sword that Xiang Que had.
"Two swords open the world... Three rooms weigh ten thousand pounds... The nine swords change in the wind and clouds, soaring up to ninety thousand miles." Xiang Que followed his sword, and his sword swept straight to the warehouse like a rainbow
Zhao Fangzhuo, who was unable to defend himself in panic.
After nine swords in a row, Zhao Fangzhuo was shocked. Since the third sword, his Taoist energy was exhausted. After the sixth sword, Zhao Fangzhuo's chest and abdomen were shocked and his eyes were a little distracted. During the ninth sword, the sword energy attacked like a long dragon.
He and Zhao Fangzhuo's soul-summoning flag were no longer able to block it, and the person was slashed out.
"Pu" Zhao Fangzhuo fell to the ground, a blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the blood flowed continuously.
Xiang Que looked at him coldly: "Things of the world are impermanent, please forgive me, Master Zhao."
"You, you..." Zhao Fangzhuo wiped the corners of his mouth, held up and frowned and asked in confusion: "Why did you suddenly recover as you did?"
"And why did your yang energy dissipate and your Dao energy exhausted?" Xiang Que smiled faintly and said, "I took you around such a big circle, what are you looking at?"
Xiang Que and Zhao Fangzhuo almost made a big round in the eighteenth level hell. This circle directly caused Zhao Fangzhuo's yang energy to be consumed, and the Taoist energy quickly decreased, just like an ordinary person who ran a long distance of 10,000 meters.
, but Xiang Que has restored his energy to its peak state after this round.
The eighteenth level of hell is now a back garden that looks like a shortage!
"Zheng Zhao, do you know what the biggest difference between me and you? You are so good at pretending, and I have always been on a steady route. You want to use me to catch a cat and a mouse, but I want to have a mouthful of it.
"Jiang Queping stretched out his long sword, gently stroked the sword with his right finger, and a blood bead flowed down the sword's edge.
Inserting into the ground, he knelt down with a "thump" sound, knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times: "A disciple of Gujingguan, please invite the killing god Bai Qi... Soul is back... Soul...
Return”
Xiang Que paid tribute to him with blood, and he summoned Bai Qi's residual soul to be born. This time, he summoned Bai Qi not in the blue sky and the sun, but in the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.
Bai Qi only has a wisp of soul that exists forever between heaven and earth. Here it is actually a home battle. The killing god in the daytime is unstoppable, and here it is even more murderous intent that rushes straight to the ninth level of heaven.
At the end of the long sword, Bai Qi's remnant soul was proudly born, and the eyes of all the people in the world revealed an extremely strong murderous aura.
In the eighteenth floor of hell, all the thousands of sinful ghosts around him looked at Bai Qi, a god of killing standing on tiptoe at the sword tip, and instantly fell to the ground, crawling his head and dared not act rashly.
"Roar..." Thousands of sinful ghosts roared in unison, shaking the 18th floor of the molten copper hell, shocking Bai Qi's birth.
All ghosts worship, not the masters of the halls of the eighteen levels of hell, nor the emperor of the ghost city in Fengdu, nor the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who did not go to hell, but who went to hell, worshiped the Bodhisattva of Ksitigarbha who traveled through the ages, for thousands of years
Only one person can be called Bai Qi, the God of Killing.
Bai Qi looked at the ten thousand ghosts who were worshiping. He stared coldly at Zhao Fangzhuo on the ground, and said calmly with his hands on his back: "Slay"
Bai Qi's remnant soul stretched forward, condensed his energy into a sword, and swung it away.
Zhao Fangzhuo smiled miserably and said, "The world is full of ours. Once we enter the world for years, the emperor's tyranny is talking and laughing... I lose is a drunk life."
Bai Qi waved his sword, and the sword energy rolled. When he attacked Zhao Fangzhuo, he was already as if he had finished his energy and could not have the intention of struggling again.
The style of the sword made Zhao Fangzhuo's eyes dim and scattered in an instant, and he spitted a mouthful of blood in his mouth.
"Swish" Bai Qi's remnant soul suddenly dissipated and disappeared again.
Zhao Fangzhuo fell to the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and three feet above his head, a strand of dead soul seemed to be about to emerge.
At this time, a slow sound suddenly came from far away from the eighteenth level of hell.
"go back·····"
After Zhao Fangzhuo's death, the soul of the dead was blocked back to his body by the sound of going back.
"Swish" turned to Que, pursed his lips, frowned and silently.
"He shouldn't have died just like that, and the underworld cannot be taken away." The voice suddenly sighed and said helplessly: "I'm also for your own good. Maoshan Sect, can you bear it if you die in your hands?
He has passed this disaster.”
Xiang Quemoran said, "If I spare him, it would be endless troubles and would only add trouble to myself. Do you believe it or not? If I were lying there, he would definitely not spare me. As for how I can bear it,
Then let it go, at least I don’t care now.”
"You can't give me a thin face?" the voice said a little angrily.
Xiang Que pursed his lips and said helplessly: "I have met the King of Mount Tai."
King Dong, the seventh hall of the Ten Palaces of Yama, guards the 18th floor of the Great Hell.
"It's good to know. Even if the head of Maoshan is not dead after this time, his cultivation will be almost gone. You don't have to worry about anything. I just don't want you to be unable to stand this cause and effect." The voice continued: "There will be something else in the future."
Don’t bring disputes to the eighteenth level hell. The Ten Palaces of Hell’s Prison Town Picture is of great use for you, understand?”
"Only this time..." Xiang Que bowed and said.
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