When Lin Beichen returned to Beichen Immortal Temple, the dark clouds had dispersed, the moon was extremely pale, the sky had turned from dark to light blue, and the sun was about to dominate the world.
Wong Tai Sin took his son and his daughter-in-law out to greet him.
Bai Daxian said with admiration: "Master, where did you find such a good fox fur?"
"A gift from a friend!" Lin Beichen walked straight into the temple without saying much.
That night, Lin Beichen sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and made a plan out of thin air to trap and kill four sixth-level ghosts and immortals. This battle would surely become a good story in the world, and Lin Beichen would also become famous in this battle.
But many things are destined to disappear in history, and some people will disappear silently and never be seen again!
There is no reason, and no one is looking for the result, just like hunting and being hunted constantly happening in the vast jungle.
Lin Beichen stared silently.
There are four more large stains in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Their entrance broke the balance of the tongue-pulling hell.
The old god and the Blood Hook Immortal were already having a very difficult time dealing with the Du Feng Immortal and the Yao Guang Immortal. They relied entirely on the Black Iron Tongue Hook to make up for the gap in cultivation.
Huo Sanque and Huo Siniang found out that they were not dead and came to an empty world. They immediately began to take the initiative to seize the territory. This was an instinctive action for them.
At the same time, they also discovered Xiaohujun and Hu Xianer.
However, perhaps because they had an experience of being taken advantage of, they were not directly hostile, but ignored each other and each did their own thing.
Lin Beichen watched all this from God's perspective.
Just when the four of them each occupied a side and became the masters of the tongue-pulling hell, a strong wind suddenly rose in the hell. Huo Sanque, Huo Siniang, Xiaohujun, Hu Xianer, Dufeng Immortal, and Yaoguang Immortal all came together.
It was blown up by the strong wind and turned into a pool of thick iron juice in the air, which collided with each other and poured.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds more little ghosts were swept up by the strong wind and thrown into the iron liquid. The screams of the little ghosts were endless.
About half an hour later, a dark gate with six ghost heads appeared in the tongue-pulling hell.
The old god and the Immortal Blood Hook witnessed all this with their own eyes, hugging each other and shivering.
[Congratulations to the host for casting the Ghost Gate and successfully opening the second level of Scissors Hell of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.]
[The host obtains a random idol fragment and a six-hole Yin Weapon Talisman. 】
[Activate the Blood Dragon Scissors mission, and the host collects materials to create the Blood Dragon Scissors, which will give the scissors the treasure of hell.]
Lin Beichen appeared in front of the ghost gate.
The six ghost heads on the ghost gate immediately became violent.
"Lin Beichen, what on earth did you do to me?" Huo Sanque roared loudly. He knew very well that he had been included in some kind of treasure by Lin Beichen.
In the world of cultivating immortals, demons and immortals hunt the souls of mortals to refine treasures, such as Guizi Tianjun's six-child Yin weapon, and higher-level immortals will naturally capture ghosts and immortals to refine magic weapons and serve as weapon spirits.
The fate of ghosts and fairies is extremely miserable.
Lin Beichen did not answer, but looked at Hu Xian'er. After all, he was not a hard-hearted person. He touched Hu Xian'er's forehead with his finger. Hu Xian'er instantly became extraordinarily large on the ghost gate and occupied a dominant position. From then on, she was in charge for Lin Beichen.
The waiter of the ghost gate.
The Laughing Tiger Lord twisted and transformed on the ghost gate, turning into a black iron dog and becoming the hell dog guarding the ghost gate.
The ghost door slowly opened, and clouds of sinister wind rolled out from inside.
Lin Beichen walked into it.
Scissor Hell, this is no longer a completely blank world. The ground here is extremely hard, with low ferns growing on it. The leaves are constantly snapping together like scissors, making a clicking sound of metal clashing. The noisy sound is very disturbing.
Feeling upset and even becoming irritable involuntarily.
There is still a gloomy and gloomy air hovering here, and even the body of the soul can feel the biting chill here.
Compared with the first level of Tongue Pulling Hell, Scissors Hell is more suitable for detaining those high-level ghosts and fairies.
The Tongue Pulling Hell is suitable for imprisoning ordinary imps.
Hu Xian'er appeared next to Lin Beichen. The vegetation under her feet was cutting her feet hard, and her feet were dripping with blood in an instant. She obviously felt the pain, frowned and said: "What on earth is going on? I'm obviously dead.
right."
"This is hell."
"What is hell? Is it your magic weapon? You imprison our souls in this magic weapon?"
Lin Beichen was silent for a while and then said: "You can say that."
Lin Beichen's tone towards Hu Xian'er became much softer this time, and he was willing to explain.
"In this world of jungle, good people and honest people are persecuted by Tatars, and evil people are tyrannical. I will put all the evil people into this hell and make them suffer here until their sins are washed away. Of course, this is not the most important thing.
The most important thing is to let the living evil people know the existence of hell, so as to restrain their evil thoughts and let them know their fate before doing evil. Don't think that the sky has no eyes!"
Hu Xian'er was stunned, shook his head and said: "This world is originally about the law of the jungle. This is the law of nature. The slave family doesn't understand what you want to do. However, since you brought the slave family here, what you want to do is what the slave family wants to do.
You said that the slave family is a sinner, and the slave family will make atonement here. Can the slave family...can I see you often?"
Lin Beichen had a headache: "Actually, I have only met you a few times, so you have no reason to have any thoughts about me!"
Hu Xianer smiled sadly: "Haha, look at how uncomfortable you are now, I feel happy! Our Fox clan is indeed bohemian, but that is because we have not developed feelings. Once the Fox clan has feelings, it will last forever.
Love is an elusive thing, no one knows when it will come or who it will land on. Knowing you as my enemy is my fate."
Hu Xian'er looked at the fox fur on Lin Beichen's neck and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a sweet smile.
"Take good care of this ghost gate." Lin Beichen dropped these words and disappeared into the scissor hell.
Hu Xianer chuckled and said to the air: "What? Did you ever run away?"
Huo Sanque, Xiaohujun, and Huo Siniang all walked into the scissor hell at this moment. They felt the severe cold here, their toes were constantly cut into pieces, and every step left a bloody footprint.
"Sassy fox, congratulations on hooking up with your new master, but it's a pity that your new master doesn't like you, and still leaves you in this cold hell and hell, making you suffer!" Huo Siniang mocked.
Hu Xian'er glanced at Huo Siniang: "I'm afraid you haven't figured out one thing yet. I am now the master of this ghost gate, but you are my slave. Don't you need to consider your identity before speaking?"
As Hu Xian'er spoke, she gently moved her palm, and countless cold air shot out from the ghost gate and penetrated directly into Huo Siniang's body. In the blink of an eye, Huo Siniang was riddled with holes and she screamed in pain.
Huo Sanque was furious and wanted to attack Hu Xian'er. Hundreds of cold air shot out, nailing Huo Sanque to the ground and unable to move.
Mr. Xiaohu's expression changed drastically, and he quickly complimented: "Sister Xian'er, they deserve it if they dare to be disrespectful to you! If you have any instructions, I am willing to do your best!"
Hu Xianer glanced at Mr. Xiaohu, waved hundreds of cold air, and pinned him to the ground. As a hell dog, he obviously received less damage. After being trapped for a short time, he broke away from the cold air, whimpering and burrowing with his tail between his legs.