Su Changqing stared at King Chu Jiang with cold eyes, his murderous intent so obvious that it almost made his body tremble.
"I don't know!"
The King of Chujiang shouted loudly, and the yin energy burst out all over his body, as if it was deathly silent.
Su Changqing's pupils were slightly condensed, and he clapped his big hand, overwhelming the world, and smashed it down from the sky.
boom!
King Chu Jiang tried his best to resist, but it was impossible to stop the golden hand. He smashed countless palaces, bleeding from all the orifices, and smashed a deep pit into the Jiuyou land of the underworld!
He stared at Su Changqing blankly, with disbelief in his eyes, and his liver and gallbladder bursting. The power of this heavenly immortal god was too terrifying.
The next moment, the golden light transformed into a giant hand and struck again. The entire underworld was shaken by it, almost shattering everything!
"He is in the Stone Mill Hell!" King Chu Jiang shouted.
Su Changqing's big hand stopped in place. King Chu Jiang took a few deep breaths, his face trembled, and he looked at the huge palm in front of him. Even the palm prints were clearly visible, and the bright golden light was flowing.
"Open the stone grinding hell!"
King Chu Jiang did not dare to hesitate, and slowly murmured. Behind King Chu Jiang's palace, the earth cracked open, and a hell nearly ten thousand feet emerged. This was the grindstone hell. Inside, there was a huge millstone that rolled back and forth.
There are millions of creatures on it, rolling millstones, wailing in pain.
Su Changqing's eyes were slightly focused, with divine light shining out, taking in everything, and soon found traces of Youchao Zangqing.
He was already old and frail, and his speed was not fast. Once he entered the underworld, all his fairy energy was blocked, making it difficult to sustain him.
Just like other ordinary people, they struggle to survive under the grindstone.
And most of the evil spirit ghosts will be crushed after being crushed by the stone mill, but Youchao Zangqing is different. He is not fast enough, and he cannot escape despite being crushed countless times.
But because his soul is extremely powerful, he will not die.
This kind of despair is unimaginable. Youchao Zangqing didn't scream at all. He was hunched under the stone mill, his temples were white as snow, and his body was stained with blood. He was extremely desolate.
There are countless fierce ghosts beside him, constantly eating away at his soul to strengthen themselves.
Even though some of these fierce ghosts had their legs and half of their bodies crushed by stone mills, they still flocked to Youchao Tiangqing like crazy.
Here, Youchao Tiangqing is a great treasure. The soul of the Pure Yang Golden Immortal contains the energy of a nine-thousand-year-old flat peach fairy.
This scene made Su Changqing's eyes well up with anger. He grabbed it with one palm, and the golden palace above his head opened wide. The golden light was bright, and the soul of Youchao Zangqing was carefully collected into it.
"Immortal Lord, I have released him, please forgive me..." King Chu Jiang looked at Su Changqing, knelt down and said in a trembling voice.
At this moment, he didn't have any confidence as the King of Hell, only the trembling in his heart.
"It's not that easy to die!" Su Changqing looked at King Chu Jiang with extreme indifference, and stretched out his palm lightly.
In the dark and endless sky of the underworld, countless blue clouds suddenly gathered, covering the sky and the sun, and came from all directions.
Click!
A ray of purple divine thunder struck down with perfect accuracy, straight into the top of King Chu Jiang's head. The next moment, his body was like a mirror, torn into pieces, and he could no longer move an inch.
Without saying a word, Su Changqing moved across with one finger, and there was another divine thunder. In just a short moment, thirty-six purple sky divine thunders flew down across the sky, turning into a thunder cage from all directions, locking the King of Chu Jiang in it.
His body was locked by thirty-six purple sky thunders. His face was pale and he could not utter a word. He could only look at Su Changqing pleadingly, hoping that the other party would spare his life.
Su Changqing settled in front of King Chu Jiang, stared at him in the cage, and said with extreme coldness:
"Do you know who this person is?"
"He is my teacher, Su Changqing!"
There were countless Yin officials around, no one dared to move at all, their faces were trembling as they watched this scene.
"Teacher? King Chu Jiang is really in big trouble this time!"
"Don't say that our underworld has long since stopped obeying the jurisdiction of Ziwei Heavenly Court. Even before, we didn't dare to provoke Thunder Lord at will." Zhong Kui's face turned bitter and he scolded the King of Chu Jiang for being greedy.
Originally, when Chao Zangqing entered the palace of the King of Chujiang, he could at least be a shady commander or a judge. However, because he coveted the nine thousand-year-old flat peach and did not like the presence of the Chao family, the disaster happened today!
"How will he deal with us?" Youyin official said with a white face.
Su Changqing caught King Chu Jiang, suddenly turned his head, and stared coldly at the many underworld officials, with murderous intent clearly evident.
All the vaginal organs trembled, as if being stared at by a wild beast, and their scalps were numb.
"He has not calmed down. He wants to kill all our Yin officials to avenge the Chao clan!"
Zhong Kui reacted the fastest, turning around and running away in an instant, not daring to hesitate at all.
"Can you escape?"
Su Changqing was indifferent and took one step forward. Although he was thousands of miles away, he was there in an instant and fell in front of the fleeing Yin officials.
His eyes were as red as blood, and the cross pupils flickered, sweeping across everyone, and two rays of light shot through the void, like a purple fairy sword, crossing the sky.
Two turns into four, four sides turn into eight, eight turns into sixteen, countless thunderbolts are in the air, densely intertwined, forming a thunder net.
A big net was cast and all the immortals and gods in the Chujiang Palace were caught in it.
"Immortal Lord, it has nothing to do with us!" Po Meng knelt on the ground, black smoke rising from her body, and she wailed in pain.
This is a big network intertwined by thunder. If they are in it, they will probably disappear soon.
Su Changqing didn't respond at all. He held the big net with one hand, turned around and left.
How could the King of Chujiang take action against Youchao Zangqing? It was all these Yin officials who controlled the stone mill, grinding the soul of Youchao Zangqing countless times, draining out the fairy spirit of the nine thousand years of flat peach bit by bit.
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There is no one here, and Su Changqing will not let anyone go!
There was fission in the sky, and there was already the King of Hell. The Ghost Emperor discovered something was wrong with the Chujiang Palace and came to kill him from afar.
Su Changqing stared at it, opened his mouth and shouted loudly, and a golden light that shook the world burst out, shattering everything.
Destroy the 8,000-foot grindstone hell, along with countless evil ghosts, and dissipate them between heaven and earth!
"The teacher said that I am a murderer by nature, and advised me not to commit more killings, but today I have to kill!"
Su Changqing stared at the 8,000-foot pit, recalling the kind words of ancestor Bodhi when he came down the mountain, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
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In the underworld, these kings of hell in various palaces were traveling very fast and had already blocked Su Changqing in front of him.
Su Changqing's divine eyes turned into a red sun and settled in the uppermost sky of the underworld, penetrating all the fog.
He saw almost millions of Yin gods, all of them were killed in horror. The Nine Halls of Hell, the Six Cao Judges, and the Ten Yin Commanders were still gathering in a steady stream.
Several rays of light lit up on the horizon, a total of five of them, including the five ghost emperors under the Northern Yin Emperor, the Eastern Ghost Emperor, the Western Ghost Emperor, Shen Tu, and the Southern Ghost Emperor who was closest to Su Changqing. They were almost there.
They all gathered on the sea of yellow springs and sand, with indifferent eyes,
"If I, Su Changqing, make no further progress in my cultivation in the future, I will admit it!"
"Come on one and I'll kill one. Come on and I'll kill both!"
Su Changqing took a deep breath, and the three-foot-seven-inch frosty snow knife in his hand slowly appeared. It was as cold as frost and snow, and as bright as day.
He had already expected this by going deep into the southernmost part and rescuing Youchao Zangqing.
He no longer had any mood swings, and there was only murderous intent in his eyes, sharp and sharp.
Atop the red blood river in front, stood a figure, wearing a long blood-red dress, tall and sexy, with sexy and coquettish red lips, and extremely beautiful eyes like stars.
The appearance of a ghost emperor who practices the way of the Yin God is really frightening.
She has entered the realm of the Great Luo Emperor. She is in one place and one world. She is holding a blood-red sacred tree in her hand. It is as red as blood and her aura is so powerful that it can crush all worlds.