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Chapter 1788: Prison Master, you can’t even become a ghost(1/2)

 Hearing Hei Qi's words, countless ferocious figures came out of the Thirteen Cities of Blood Prison.
Xu Zimo seemed to have turned into blood food in their eyes.
I remember the sound of wind in my ears.
"Buzz buzz", when countless voices sounded, these figures all rushed over.
"Death," Xu Zimo waved his hand.
I saw that the void was twisted by him, and powerful power penetrated the world.
The figures that rushed towards him from all directions were all wiped out by the powerful force.
"Thirteen Cities of Blood Prison," Xu Zimo sneered.
"Find someone who can talk, come and talk to me."
It seemed that Xu Zimo's methods were a little too strong, and the figures around him stagnated a little.
"No wonder you dare to come in. It turns out you have some skills."
A hoarse voice sounded.
Immediately afterwards, the black fog around him became thicker and thicker.
In the black mist, a bloody figure slowly walked out.
This is a burly man wearing armor.
The thick aura rippled from the big man's body, and the powerful blood energy surged, suppressing the void with a "rumbling".
The big man looked at Xu Zimo.
He waved slowly and said, "Come on, if you win, I will take you to see the prison master."
After the big man finished speaking, he looked like an angry bull.
His whole body was filled with anger and he rushed straight over.
Xu Zimo turned slightly to avoid his blow.
Just hear a "boom".
This big man directly hit the hall next to him, as if he was invincible.
It directly destroyed the entire hall and collapsed into ruins.
The big man turned his head, his momentum unabated, and struck again.
This time Xu Zimo did not dodge.
He holds Ba Ying in his hand and is eager to try.
When he saw the big man approaching, he slashed him with his sword.
There was a "boom" sound.
The big man was split in half and exploded into a mist of blood.
At this moment, Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
Because he discovered that the big man was not dead, the blood mist quickly moved away from him, and regrouped the big man's body not far away.
It's like resurrection.
Xu Zimo felt a special power.
The big man came back from the dead, his face a little pale.
Looking at Xu Zimo, he was also a little scared.
He just died once, if it weren't for the specialness of the Thirteen Cities of Blood Hell.
I'm afraid he is truly dead.
"Come here and let me chop a few more times," Xu Zimo said with an interested smile.
"This method of resurrection is somewhat interesting."
"Madman," the big man cursed in shock.
Xu Zimo also saw it.
The resurrection of this big man is actually not that mysterious.
The reason why he can be resurrected is that, to be precise, he is a dead person himself.
That's right, he was already dead, and what exists now is just a spirit body formed by special power.
Xu Zimo felt it carefully.
This is the special feature of this Netherworld.
There are no living people here, only the dead can enter.
And almost all the beings in the Thirteen Cities of Blood Hell are spirits.
What this special power is, Xu Zimo hasn't figured out yet.
But there is no doubt that this power is only useful in the Nether Realm and is useless elsewhere.
"Who are you?" The big man stared at Xu Zimo, looking particularly wary.
"Why, are you the boss here?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Of course I am not, the prison master is the master," the big man shook his head quickly.
"You want to see the prison master?"
"I'm going to Yaochi and came here to ask for directions.
If you know the way, it's okay if I don't see you," Xu Zimo replied.
"Yaochi?" The big man laughed.
"People who have entered the Thirteen Cities of Blood Hell still want to leave?
You are wishful thinking."
"It seems that you haven't killed me enough just now," Xu Zimo squinted his eyes slightly.
The big man's smile suddenly stopped.
"Not everyone can see the prison master."
"If I overthrow the Thirteen Cities of Blood Prison, will I be able to see them?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
He doesn't know the rules of the Thirteen Cities of Blood Prison, and he doesn't want to know.
For him, he was too lazy to waste time here.
What are rules?
Isn't it just for breaking?
What rules do strong men follow?
That's just for the weak.
"You have some ability, but you don't know the heights of the world. How can you overthrow our Thirteen Cities of Blood Prison?"
The big man smiled disapprovingly.
"Unless hell comes in person, it is absolutely impossible."
"Hell, you call the depths of the Netherworld hell?" Xu Zimo smiled.
"Hell may not be as scary as me."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a "boom" sound.
Xu Zimo's figure has disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared in front of the big man, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"I know you can be resurrected, do you want to bet that I can't even turn you into a ghost?"
At this moment, Xu Zimo's whole body was full of violence.
To be continued...
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