Through the magic pool created by Saint Josh Joris, Xueming didn't know how long he had fallen.
It was a deep hole shaped like an intestine, and the bottom of the pool looked like a funnel. He caught St. Josh's devil body, holding the big horn with one hand and his throat with the other. How St. Josh struggled and used his sharp
The thorns on the elbows and shoulders were used to attack this strange spirit body, but the holy incarnation that had been tempered for thousands of times remained motionless and showed no reaction at all.
Xueming counted silently in his mind. After roughly thirty-three seconds, he finally fell into a far-reaching and wide alien space——
——It is completely different from the stratigraphic environment of the material plane. In Limbo Hell, there are stumps and broken arms everywhere, but there are no fragments of flesh and blood. There is still a huge funnel-shaped valley mouth extending downward.
The spirit body used by Xueming caught St. Josh, hit the low slope, and rolled violently into the deep valley.
One person and one demon were entangled endlessly in the process of rolling. The big horn in front of Saint Josh's forehead fell to pieces. Finally, his muscles and bones were injured, and his soul was hurt. He was tumbling between the low canyon slopes, facing the strange
The cat-shaped spirit kept waving its claws and fluttering its wings, trying to escape from the control of this divine incarnation.
"Who the hell are you?! The ghost of the gunsmith? What the hell..."
The environment of [Limbo Prison·Linrbo] is very special. It is the closest to the human world and is also a stop for wandering spirits. Many wandering spirits stationed here can return to the material plane from time to time - if you think of it as the brain of the earth mother
Neurocortex. These fragments of the spirit body remaining in Limbo Hell are the energy remnants of Mother Earth’s brain cells before their bioelectrical activity completely disappeared. After a round of screening, they can continue to penetrate into other nerve center parts and enter the Sex Hell.
Or food prison.
Jiang Xueming did not reply. He wanted to kill Saint Josh Joris here and extinguish all life of this demon.
This was his first time using the spirit body of Fragrant Fantasy Dream to fight, and he still couldn’t adapt to the phantom body of the Iron Cat——
——In his consciousness, in this strange spiritual world that does not distinguish between up, down, left and right, there seems to be no concept of gravity. Everything is falling downwards, and there are many new spiritual bodies tumbling from the deep holes below.
When it comes out, countless chaotic wind and dust rolls from the circular ramp of the funnel. If you carefully identify it, this dust will gather and disperse. Dozens or even several more will appear in the clouds with thunder and lightning.
Hundreds of grotesque human faces.
The rocky soil that forms the slope is full of remains of flesh and blood, but these materials are relatively fresh and complete. There are no microorganisms and bacteria, and there is no Vita imprint to cause trouble. It seems that the wandering spirit has disintegrated and its consciousness has been reunited with Mother Earth.
Phenomenon.
The Kingdom of the Dead in Niflheim may be just a mirror, and the underworld it reflects is one side of Mother Earth. Limbo, which is now reached by following the magic pool passage of St. Josh Joris, is another part of Mother Earth.
The other side.
"Stinky idiot! You can't catch up with me! How dare you risk your soul and follow me to the prison world! Hahahahahaha!" St. Josh's back mask completely turned into a pair of thin dragon wings, and under the frantic psychic energy
He stabilized his figure in the whirlwind: "I really don't know whether to live or die...fuck!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw raging turbulence spraying out of Fragrant Fantasy's spiritual body - Xueming had just adapted to the mobility of this incarnation. He was like a turbojet fighter with full firepower, without
Without the constraints of the physical body, I can finally understand the concept of mobility that exceeds the speed of sound in an instant.
He felt like a ball of dust, a violent gas composed of a magnetic field, a free spirit without any material constraints.
This description is very abstract, and it is definitely not the author’s hallucination caused by eating hand green. He needs to use a more appropriate metaphor——
——In the history of film, there is a very famous NC-17 horror film called "The Evil Dead".
In its opening sequence, the audience's perspective will follow a group of evil spirits crossing mountains, forests and roads, flying freely between heaven and earth. Without any material hindrance, this group of air flow is so flexible in its direction, acceleration and sudden stagnation.
When Jiang Xueming now moves in the form of a fragrant and dreamy spirit, he is also so nimble and fast. Compared to St. Josh flapping his wings to maintain a low-altitude gliding posture, he is like an aircraft two thousand years later meeting a wooden plane from the First World War.
With just one face to face, he caught this monster again.
He stepped hard on St. Josh's back, using the monster as a skateboard. He first removed one wing, then grabbed the arm and folded it back, until St. Josh's shrill screams penetrated the sky, and he fell back to Limbo and Lust.
By the time he reached the border area of prison, the goat-horned demon was already mangled with blood and had lost its demonic form.
St. Josh never expected that such a priest would come to the town of Saladin to chase him to hell, and he also invited the spirit body of the gunsmith to help. According to the inspiration theory of the spiritual science, the deceased
The human soul should not have such a powerful ability - without the support of the physical body, any soul is fragile, incomplete, and vulnerable!
"Is this guy a clone of Gunsmith? He's so far away from the physical body, so why is his psychic power still so strong... This power... is terrible... terrible, terrible!"
Before Saint Josh could think about it, his head hit the Nine Hells Boundary Monument hard, and the two figures flying at high speed finally stopped.
The smoke and dust dispersed, and the fragrant dream of steel and iron emerged from the jagged slopes of the mountain.
On top of the stone monument, St. Josh was almost beaten into a ball of flesh. His bones were broken and his flesh was cracked. Half of his head was missing. He still retained his consciousness, and his eyes were full of fear and hatred.
"Beware of the prophet!"
From the mouth of this devil spewed bloody butterflies biblical proverbs.
He will then summon the devil brother from the Nine Hells to help him vent his bad breath.
"This man is wearing sheep's clothing! But underneath he is a ruthless wolf!"
"With this fruit! You can identify your enemies! You can identify your enemies!"
He fiercely tore open his eyelids and took out a scarlet ghost eye as the price for casting a spell. Just as he was about to plunge the eye deeper into the hell world, the eyeball flew out only about ten meters, and Jiang Xueming appeared as fast as thunder and lightning.
Grab it back in your hands.
"Ho!——" St. Josh gasped, completely unable to understand this elusive power and speed.
You must know that Jiang Xueming did not intend to save this devil's life. When the two of them collided with the stone tablet in the prison world, Xueming saw clearly the only road sign in this boundless alien world. He did not know Hebrew, so naturally he was a little more confused.
Fear - I was just afraid that I would not be able to return to the human world, so I did not act rashly.
Just now, Saint Josh recited such a long string of weird weird things that Xueming couldn't understand. After seeing the eye-picking movement clearly, he guessed that it was a forward swing for casting, so he interrupted the summoning ceremony——
——But the sacrifices have already been offered, and the summoning ceremony seems to be endless.
Amid St. Josh's painful howls and heavy breathing, Xueming felt the scorching heat coming from the iron arm holding his eyeball, and the vicious thoughts that could almost hurt the spirit body, forcing him to let go of his hand.
.
The eyeball fell into the rocky soil of Limbo Prison, and in an instant, an orange flower of flesh and blood bloomed.
A dozen pairs of hands suddenly exploded from the ground. They were like a lotus flower. They held up the eyeballs and quickly turned into a huge pedestal more than ten meters high. The flower closed into a bud in just a few seconds, and hundreds of pairs of arms followed the spirit.
The strong winds coming and going in the thin prison swayed and swayed, completely closing into a round and spotless chicken egg.
Jiang Xueming did not speak. He seemed to be facing a formidable enemy and was waiting for him. He wanted to see the true form of this devil.
In the royal court of the Death Puppet Agency, he had fought against the Peacock King, one of the Demon Pillars, and had some understanding of the strength of these mythical creatures. At this moment, he was very curious and came to protect Saint Josh, the boss of the demon's younger brother.
How many kilograms and taels does it have?
"Hahahahahahaha!" St. Josh was still clinging to the boundary monument and screamed in ecstasy: "I will wait for you to die! Wait for death! You are finished! The gatekeepers of the nine hells are coming!"
"——The Wolf of Greed, Belisara."
"——Leoberg, the Lion of Ambition."
"——The Leopard of Sloth, Will Conan!"
"It doesn't matter who you are! Whether it's the gunsmith's spirit body or his soul power! Die to me! Die to me! You will never be reincarnated! Your soul will be scattered!"
St. Josh Joris seemed to have returned to his master. The three names he spoke of were the three monsters that Dante encountered when he traveled through hell in the "Divine Comedy" and were also the gatekeepers of the Nine Hells.
Jiang Xueming took a closer look and saw three pink-headed monsters emerging from the huge chicken egg. He was suddenly relieved - for no other reason than the three familiar lions, leopards and wolves, with their muscular body shape and size.
, all very much like the apostle unit shaped by the Incarnate Butterfly.
The three apostles came to St. Josh, and first expressed their condolences to the younger brother. Then they put their head without facial features on St. Josh's body and took a deep breath of the smell of the little devil with their dark cavities. It seemed that
It's a taste of St. Josh's inner fear.
When the three eldest brothers turned their heads and faced the fragrant dream again, the beasts guarding the door froze in unison. Although they could not speak, there was always an inexplicable embarrassment in the air.
This feeling of embarrassment mainly comes from the female wolf Belisara - it seems that this is not the first time she has fought against the Nameless One.
It couldn't speak either. It just turned its head again and used its round mouth cavity to make a deafening roar at St. Josh. It seemed to be saying.
"——What on earth did you do? Invite this Lord of Hell here?"
The lions and leopards, which were more than six meters long, had already launched an attack stance. When the wolf dog turned back to face the enemy, a sharp and ear-piercing sonic explosion was heard from the front!
The weird steel kitten punched and kicked the apostle beasts so hard that they crawled all over the ground.
Jiang Xueming asked Jiang Xueming to catch the big lion's tail and tie it in a tight knot around the leopard's neck. The small body contained incredible power. According to the limit load of the spirit body, it was easy for Fragrance Huanmeng to lift the car with bare hands.
Relaxed, now that there is no shackles of the physical body, no need to worry about the damage of Vita Brand and spiritual pressure, dealing with these apostle units is simply a matter of chopping up melons and chopping vegetables.
Saint Josh has entered sage mode——
——He was just extremely surprised and panicked at first, but later he couldn't understand it at all. There was something wrong with his mentality. He finally tore the devil's body out of the boundary monument and fell onto the stone slope road of Limbo Prison. He climbed up in embarrassment and felt
His mind was full of wind, and he instinctively lowered his body. The fleshy bodies of the two eldest brothers were entangled, like a mosaic of blood and flesh. Under the toy of the bright golden cat-shaped spirit body, they turned into a big whirlwind top, holding the two brothers.
The tail made a spinning motion and finally slammed back onto the boundary monument.
"We have to find a way to escape! No way! No way... If this continues, it will be me who is going to die..."
St. Josh finally recognized the reality. The individuals who were chasing him were probably not normal Homo sapiens at all. No matter how powerful psykers or defenders with exorcism methods were, they left their bodies and came to Limbo. They would definitely do it.
There is no such horrific result as tearing the apostles apart.
It's a gunsmith! He is the gunsmith himself!
It is said that the nameless person next to Aohun Mingde once killed the incarnation butterfly in the material plane. He could kill all kinds of evil demons with firearms alone without relying on the blessing of psychic catalysts.
If we put it in ancient times, the gunsmith had already entered the shrine and was regarded by ordinary people as a door god and a martial god who protected their homes and children. To put it in a more understandable way, if Jiang Xueming died, in terms of the good deeds he had done during his lifetime, he would have to be the last.
Entering the Temple of the Thirty-Six Thunder Gods and being enshrined, he is the righteous god of the common deeds of the 400 million living beings in the underground world. He can definitely throw himself into the shrine of the ancestor of the gun god and eat the ashes crazily - for the mythical unit in Limbo Prison
, the gunsmith at this moment is simply not something they can confront head-on.
"You dare to harm people?!" Jiang Xueming shouted sharply, busy dealing with the wolf-dog apostle, asking Saint Josh to stop and stop running.
This roar caused Saint Josh to bleed from his mouth and nose, and his few brains were still spilling out. The vitality of this devil's body is very tenacious. During the chase just now, he opened several brain holes, and now he is not completely dead.
It's a miracle.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He sighed and lost his balance. He stumbled down the direction of the sex prison and rolled down the slope. He no longer cared about the safety of the three brothers behind him.
I want to take refuge deeper in the Nine Hells.
Looking at the boundary monument of Limbo, this cunning little devil had a plan in mind and had other thoughts.
As he ran away, he looked upward——
——The road to the Demon Pond is clear, but his wings have been broken by the gunsmith, his two arms are also disabled, and his spine is still making strange clicking noises. Without the moisture of the Demon Pond and the irrigation of human blood, he must have turned upside down.
If I can't get rid of my body, I can't go back to the human world.
But there is more than one way to the human world. In these nine hells, in addition to calling Big Brother for help, St. Josh also has other ways to save himself. If Big Brother cannot save him, he has to find a way to hide in the material plane. It is best to
Hiding in a mortal body.
With this thought in mind, St. Josh gritted his teeth and hit the rocks, breaking off the remaining big horn. He then used his magic weapon to recite incantations repeatedly, using his knowledge of demons to find a way out.
The goat's horn seemed to have lost gravity, flying all the way in this strange spiritual world that did not distinguish between up, down, left and right. It turned into a "fishing line" with the devil's pus and blood, and it wanted to return to the material plane to find a suitable psychic.
——As long as a fish takes the bait, this fishing line can take Saint Josh and escape back to the world.
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Saladin Town, by the Moon River Lake.
An evil spirit swept across the lake and rushed towards the holiday cabin where the hunting group lived. It came from the devilish witchcraft of Saint Josh Joris.
Fourteen young people gathered in a lakeside hut to engage in a psychic ritual during this ambiguous winter hunting season.
They are all the children of hunters from the Silver Helmet Hunting Group, and several young people have followed in their parents' footsteps and joined the advance team to perform reconnaissance missions.
The fun this time is related to Oscar VIP’s psychic catalyst.
There is a psychic shop in Saladin's local area, and Oscar often goes to this shop to buy catalyst props for emergencies.
Do you still remember the wizard's broken arm used by Black Cat Girl and Jiang Xueming? Holding this arm can make living people see the spirit body. Even if there is no inspiration or spiritual power, it can also pull the living person into the world of the dead.
Go. Jiang Xueming used this arm to complete the ritual of soul leaving the body through the blessing of Black Cat's medium.
The wizard's right arm fell into the hands of the chief hunter of the Silver Helmet Hunting Group. The hunter's eldest son was named Ike Maddens. He took his fiancée and a bunch of friends and came to the beautiful Moon River in the cold winter.
Hu, took out this right arm.
"Shall we play a game?"
Boy Ike asked everyone to gather at the table and take out this golden medium.
Different from the withered left arm, the wizard made a golden glove for this right arm during his lifetime. Rumor has it that this is the Midas hand, which already possesses the super power of the philosopher's stone/philosopher's stone and can turn stones into gold and cure diseases.
Its glamorous appearance immediately attracted a lot of young people.
Boy Ike explained——
"——As long as you hold it, you can see ghosts. Whether you have spiritual vision or not, do you want to give it a try?"
The hunting season is very boring for the young people of Saladin. Without hunting, all that remains is TV and online games.
The children raised in these Redstone families are eager for adventure, especially those who have not awakened their psychic powers, and they are even more eager for psychic powers.
"Don't..." As Maddens' fiancée, Sophia was a little scared when she saw this psychic prop, and tried to dissuade her: "Ike, a murder just happened in the town, and the ghost of the deceased hasn't gone far yet. Finally,
It’s better not to do this..."
"Hey! What's there to be afraid of!" Ike Maddens said regardless: "What if we call back the soul of the victim? Maybe we can help solve the case! Are you right?"
Everyone was eager to try, and before they started channeling, the champagne had already been opened. Under the stimulation of alcohol, a muscular young man immediately sat down in front of Ike - his name was Peter Lockon, and he was Ike.
Ke's good brother, the two grew up together in Mimir Hot Springs Market, and followed their parents to Saladin's hunting group to make a living.
Peter: "Come on, come on! I'll come first! What do you mean?"
"Take this hand." Ike whispered.
No one spoke for a while, and the room became quiet. It seemed that this golden arm really had some kind of magic power.
The thick knuckles and golden arms clasped tightly, and Peter's eyes began to blur, just like Miss Black Cat's dilated pupils.
Ike: "Speak Hebrew and read it to me."
Peter: "Yeah."
Ike recited complex syllables: "Come to me, come to me, show your true body...show your true body..."
Everyone held their breath. Outside the wooden house, a dark wind blew on the lake, causing ripples. The lights in the house also dimmed for some reason.
"Reveal your true form..." Peter muttered.
Not finished yet——
——The door of the wooden house was suddenly knocked open by a huge force!
Everyone was shocked. Friends who were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures all moved out of the way. They were so frightened by the movement that they screamed.
"Ike! What are you doing!"
The person who came was none other than Lilia Maddens, the mother of Ike Maddens.
Seeing Lilia's mother coming, Ike felt a little guilty and glanced at his fiancée fiercely. It was obviously his fiancée who called his mother here.
The sudden visit from parents disappointed the dozen or so young people present, but what no one expected was...
Lilia Maddens said to her son: "You stole the medium from your father? Are you performing a psychic ritual? Why didn't you call me?!"
The fun-loving mother pushed Peter away and sat in front of her son. She carried with her a probe for detecting ghosts and a set of Ouija boards, and then held the golden arm tightly.