With a shout of Xuan, he will be sentenced to death immediately.
The sharp sound of the roar penetrated the flesh wall, and the unquestionable echoes rolled back and forth between the ten cities in the underworld.
The person trapped in the city realm only felt that he was trembling with a thousand pounds and could not stop trembling from the depths of his soul.
Everyone looked around in a hurry, their eyes were at a loss.
Stability!
The power of the Shenting Yin Cao is too strong!
Compared with the previous Sword Ancestor's chanting scriptures, the pressure felt here is even worse, and it is more than dozens of times stronger.
Everyone was looking for that person, but they couldn't see him.
It seemed as if he was in this place, as powerful as the Eighth Sword Immortal, he had to practice with Lingyu and the trials of the Ghost Buddha Realm, and was lost to ordinary people.
"I can't even get in..."
"He is the eight masters!"
The face of an ancient sword cultivator is bitter.
From the Eastern Region, the belief in the minds of all sword holders seemed to have settled and collapsed with the verdict.
Then, a chuckle came from the void:
"There are many tricks, but people refuse to show up. After waiting for so long, I will try these rats?"
——The voice of Eight Lords An An!
The calmness and freehand painting in this sound suddenly ignited many people's hope.
At least, the Eight Lords did not have the same ants as them, being crushed by the power of the Divine Court.
Hohohoho...
The ghost fire twitches.
The billions of ghosts who built the flesh wall turned their heads in a ferocious way, and countless eyes intersected.
Everyone's eyes followed immediately.
Then he saw that after the ten cities in the distance, he was on the southernmost side of the Fengdu Gate in the extreme north, wearing white clothes and sleeves on the top of the flesh wall of the underworld, with a cold face.
"Roar!"
"Ho ho--"
"Eat...eat, beautiful..."
Below it, there were pus and sores, crawling with maggots' ulcers, stretching their necks, and trying to bite them upwards.
But their bodies were pressed so tight that they could not move at all.
The dark and stinky saliva cannot reach the holy white clothes above.
The eight masters stand in the underworld, and the lotus comes out of the mud, and are spotless.
"presumptuous!"
The strongman carried the coffin, and the bloated and obese monster in the coffin made a sharp scolding.
Its so succulent that it was like a big hand that could flow out of green oil after pinching it, and took out a huge black brush and went forward:
"This judge of the underworld, Xuan Er entered the capital and met the Lord. This is an oracle. How dare you not obey?"
The blood-red soft hair at the front of the judge's pen squeezed on the space ahead, and what was fainted was a circle of mysterious formation diagrams with complex Taoist rules.
The formation diagram turned into a huge ancient character "death" and exploded into infinite waves of force, pushing it strongly towards the ten cities.
"How dare you not follow--"
"Dare not to obey—"
"Don't follow—"
The surging echoes, and the people in the underworld broke out on the spot, causing the soul blood from all over the world to splatter, screaming endlessly.
The billions of ghosts squeezed on the flesh wall also advance with the force wave of the word "death", bursting and bleeding, and tragic.
Ten cities in the underworld run through the north and south.
In a blink of an eye, the judge pointed out the blood words that time and space on his pen, and rushed to the eight masters.
Before the strength had arrived, he had raised his white clothes and black hair high, and broke through the space behind thousands of miles.
"Zhou?"
The eight Zun An raised his eyelids and his eyes were cold and cold.
Nothing happened to him, so the invisible force wave let him sniff a word from his mouth, stopping strongly, hanging in front of him, and retracting the word "death".
"I dare to be honored in heaven and earth, in the yang realm and in the underworld."
"Which judge is you? Who has the authority given to you? Here are the wolf roars and dogs barking!"
Dong.
Ripples arose under your feet.
The Eight Masters stepped forward and still stood behind their backs.
He actually regarded the word "death" as nothing, and when the clothes on his chest faced the word "death" with the mysterious power, the word "death" also became a ripple.
Crush it on the spot!
It seemed to be strangled by an invisible sword thought, and the surging power was not even exploded, and all of them were taken into the eight masters' bodies.
As the cold sound settled, the eight masters passed by one step, and the afterimages disappeared.
Everyone retreated and moved to the city.
He has stepped into a city!
"Rareless, unrestrained, so unrestrained..."
The fat judge jumped into the coffin, and it seemed that no ghost here dared to disobey its will.
Immediately, the huge judge in my hand danced repeatedly, spitting everywhere, and scolding:
"The outsiders of the underworld, a despicable guest in the world, received an oracle as an invitation to the Lord. Now, not only does he not obey, but he still speaks crazy..."
"Noisy."
Eight masters raised their sleeves and pointed out with one point.
Bang!
Above the ten cities in the underworld, a black line suddenly broke through the sky.
When the wind and sound exploded, the fat judge on the coffin was petrified in the distant coffin, the crooked crown on his head had been shattered, and most of the skull had been lifted away.
Green blood and brain matter splattered upwards, flowing through the forehead, eyelids and cheeks, and in the blink of an eye, the face was flowing all over.
The fat-headed and big-eared monster was stunned. In its world, no ghost seemed to dare to attack him.
So I forgot for a moment, at this time, should I be angry or counterattack first?
"It's a laughing joke."
"Get back and tell Hua Changdeng that you will either come out to see me by yourself, or today's Shenting Guard..."
The eight masters were familiar with each other, and their eyes were condensed in their eyes, and their eyes swept toward the ten cities with filthy red patterns on their eyebrows, "The chicken and the dog are restless."
Obviously, no ghost cares about his words.
"Judge!"
"The judge urged him?!"
In the Ten City Hall, the Ten Palace Master Yan’s eyes were anxious.
Even the black and white evil spirits holding the hook and sickle in his hand and hooking the gate of Fengdu could not help but approach the judge's body.
"Wow……"
The fat judge let out a scream, as if he was anxious and angry, and as if he was completely annoyed.
Its chubby big hand stroked its head, and it was like stroking its bangs. The broken skull was immediately generated, and the wound was healed as before.
A touch immediately.
The blood on the face was erased.
Only the face of a beast with his eyes that were so angry that he was so angry that he had sharp teeth and fierce cheeks. He swung the judge's pen in his hand, leaving a sentence, and turned around and lie back into the coffin:
"Kill him."
The Lord of the Ten Palaces of Yan was stunned, and the two evil spirits of black and white were stunned.
The eight strong men under the coffin were all stagnant and wanted to speak but stopped.
At this moment, a slim figure in green clothes rushed out from the gate of Fengdu, holding a bowl in his hand, covering his face with a gauze:
"Let's wait!"
In her other hand, she also grabbed an oracle.
After appearing, he didn't even look at the judge in the coffin, opened the oracle, shouted loudly, and said in his verdict:
"The Lord of Honor has given me the best of his power. All ghosts in the underworld should combine the power of the God of Death to fight this beast together. Those who get the eight soul-versus blood will be promoted to the first level; those who get the eight soul-versus flesh will be eligible to the power of the God of Death forever.
Solid; kill the eight masters who are familiar with the head..."
Dong.
She wasn't finished speaking, but she felt a pain in her chest.
The sight was moved down, and the oracle in his hand had been torn apart by the sword thoughts, turning into stars all over the sky.
And myself...
A huge blood hole was actually broken into his chest.
Green blood gushed out, and the strength in the body began to flow away. The skin that could be broken could not hold on for a while and began to wrinkle.
In a blink of an eye, the graceful and delicate lady turned into a hunched old woman.
"Men Po Milk!"
"Be careful, this guy is not weak, the judge just now..."
"Shut up! Shut up!"
"Look down! All of them!"
The Lord of the Ten Palaces of Yan suddenly exclaimed, and the terror of the black and white evil spirits sounded.
Suddenly, in the flesh wall of the underworld, hundreds of millions of evil ghosts immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at them even more.
The old woman called Meng Po was already trembling all over. After raising her head with difficulty, her black hair turned white.
In addition to her face, she also kept her youthful face, and all over her body exuded the stench of old age.
She looked into the distance.
Afar, the beautiful figure in white clothes gently lowered her finger pointing to her.
There is no doubt...
Oracle, he pointed it out.
He caused this injury.
Meng Po's grandma took a deep breath, and the hoarse and screaming sounded throughout the underworld, just like the judge who had just urged him to kill him to do so:
"superior!!"
"Carrying City!Carrying City!"
"Within a quarter of an hour, I asked him to only have a wisp of his soul, and to apologize with me, and torture him to death!"
After the oracle star spots were broken, it turned into complex Taoist patterns.
This order was about to be torn. After it was broken, it was ordered to obtain the power of the surging death god in the Fengdu Gate, and shot out billions of streams of light, injected into the coffin-carrying powers, the black and white evil spirits, and the ten palaces of the Lord of the Hell...
Even in the city of the ten realms, the body is cast into a flesh wall, and the ghosts are pressing against the millions of ghosts that are breathless!
"Swish~"
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The matchmaker watched as the flesh wall on her side "dissolved", and the fat-faced ghost fell down and fell in front of her, extremely huge.
Its body burned its ancestral source power, and after the whole body shook, it made a long whistle:
"hiss--"
It's not just a white-faced ghost.
All ten cities, billions of ghost soldiers were unlocked.
Each body was given at least one ancestral source power, and all the ghosts and wolves howled and broke free from the bondage and rushed into the void.
"How could there be so many powers of death..."
The slave in the Moon Palace was shocked and reached out to grab the fish and Liu immediately took the two girls behind him to avoid these hideous ghosts with different appearances.
Fortunately, after these ghosts were unblocked, they ignored the others at all, with only one target:
Eight masters know!
Get a drop of blood and get promoted to a higher rank.
If you obtain soul flesh, the power of death will be forever.
If you are lucky enough to take off that damn guy's head, you don't need to ask about the reward, it will definitely be a priceless treasure!
Who doesn’t rush to see the ghosts in the underworld?
The slave of the Moon Palace raised his eyes and looked up. Countless ghosts leaped over the dragon gate like fish, and they wanted to tear the figure apart and divide it up.
The scene was extremely thrilling.
The ghosts that can be used to cast walls are all soul energy bodies starting from.
Let’s not mention the combat experience, compared with the ordinary soul refiners’ empty soul body, the soul that can condense into an energy body is tens of thousands of times better.
What's more, all of these ghosts were given the power of the ancestor god. This was to drown the eight gods with saliva, and they all wanted to drown the eight gods!
“Great.”
The black chickens were all retracted into Yu Zhiwen's arms, indicating that they were shocked.
Is this the perfect divine court?
Can you reward such a cheap ghost like you don’t have money?
Even if a ghost is divided into one path, billions of paths are combined...
What is the order of magnitude?
If these things are added to a person, Wuliang Jizi can't swallow them even if they open their mouths!
"Hua Changdeng is also a mad dog..."
"Does he want to make the eight masters?"
"Or, before goodbye, we must first destroy his sword-hiding technique, destroy his thirty-year-old sword-damage foundation?"
...
Eight Zun An frowned.
He also had never experienced the perfect divine court, and he did underestimate Hua Changdeng.
Such a relics of the ancestral god were obtained by Hua Changdeng, which was like a tiger's wings.
Of course, this is an external object.
However, the ghost sword technique, soul control technique, also emphasizes the word "天", not to mention that Hua Changdeng is no longer a pure ancient sword cultivator.
His "ghost" way is now more important than the "sword".
He is not the Lord of Fengdu at the second level in ancient swordsmanship.
What he wants to be is to replace the ghost ancestor, the real master of Fengdu!
"It's impossible to swallow..."
Although the Immortal Sword Body is called "Immortal", it is still a little different from the five immortal bodies.
After all, it is cultivated after birth, and it is more important to have the word "sword".
And compared to Shenting Yin Cao, it is even more incomparable.
After all, it is just a acquired sword body - the innate holy body, and it will be blown up by such a huge power of the ancestral source!
Think left and right.
There is no other way.
Facing the ghosts flying from all directions, the Eight Zou An's eyebrows and eyes pressed down, and his murderous intent was cold.
There is only one answer left in my heart:
All exploded!
"Hiss~"
The fat white-faced ghost drooped his long flesh tongue, his eyes were filled with green light, his face was full of desire, and he rushed towards him.
The hungry expression seemed to be saying... Give me a drop, Mr. Bazun An, just one drop.
"Dong."
The eight masters pointed out with one finger, and the fingertips were rippled and stained.
The big meat lump in front was fried into pieces, and he couldn't even scream. His hunger and thirst were stopped by his fingers.
As for the wisp of the power of the ancestral source in his body, it was crushed by Jian Nian in the air, and then turned into a black miasma and fell down.
"Sir..."
The sound of breaking wind hits on the right.
The Eight Zun An didn't even look at it, and pointed at the void. The night bat that came from the air was blown into powder, leaving only unwillingness.
The black gas fell.
"Ha, haha..."
The maggots with a drool launched a sneak attack in the rear. Ba Zun An simply closed his eyes, opened his mind, and flew his missiles with his fingers.
With a snap, the maggots shattered.
The black gas sinks.
"Dong!"
"Dongdong!"
"Dongdongdongdong..."
It’s time to point the way, and it’s time to point.
Like the most elegant void performer, the white-clothed figure standing among the ghosts, her feet remained motionless, her hands swaying, and her afterimages were connected, and her ten fingers turned into flying flowers, playing gorgeous music.
A land of ten feet in a radius, evil ghosts cannot approach them.
The minced meat splashed across for several miles, and the black air filled the ball.
Just after a few breaths, a large ocean of death power appeared under the Eight Zun An, and countless corpse souls and flesh were floating.
But around him...
It's dense, still a ghost!
It covers the sky and the sun, and it stretches for more than 100,000 miles!
This picture is so terrifying, and the number is amazing. The spiritual master below is full of nightmares and his hands and feet are cold:
"It's impossible to withstand it..."
"Even if he is the Eight Lord An, he can't resist such a massive attack. He can't kill it at all, and he can't kill it..."
Wow.
Soon, even the sound of "dong dong" that revealed the soul was suppressed by the airtight evil spirit.
The void became a huge ball of flesh, except for the occasional black gas sinking from the cracks and blending into the black ocean, there was no movement.
Eight Zun An, were surrounded.
Even if he is not torn apart, he will be exhausted by so many ghosts.
No more...
Everyone thought of the eight An Dao chains that were stretched out after the swallowing of ten thousand swords and thunder tribulation on Lingyu Mountain.
"I want me to tell you that the Eight Masters are useless!"
"The power he swallowed before has become a limit. Once he can't control it, the Daoji who has hidden the sword for many years will probably be blown up!"
"And until this point, he didn't even see Hua Changdeng..."
Gou Wuyue frowned even when she saw it.
The Divine Court is very strong, unquestionably strong.
This is even just the beginning. Hua Changdeng has definitely prepared more than that for his mortal enemy.
The eight masters are even more powerful. The power of the ancestral source is broken and powerful.
It’s okay, if you do this, you can change to an ancient sword cultivator and kill him until he is exhausted.
Nothing matters!
What Gou Wuyue saw was not these.
What he was staring at was the black ocean condensed by the black gas transformed by the broken power of the god of death under the body of the Eight Zons An and the Ghosts.
"What's this?"
Gou Wuyue's heart moved faintly.
It seems that those are still the power of death, but they tend to be pure power of the ancestral source.
It seems that the mark belonging to the "Ghost Ancestor" was also quietly broken by the Eight Lords... (The end of this chapter)