"Luo Fengyu, I feel pity for your suffering and kindly reduce your punishment, but you repay your kindness with vengeance and ruin my unearned death in hell. Even if you are blessed with the luck of hell, I will capture you and make you suffer thousands of punishments.
Life is worse than death."
Feng Yu had insight into his true heart and broke out of the hell of wasted death, which seemed to be virtual but real. The journey to the eighteen levels of hell came to a perfect end. There has been an unwritten rule in Huangquan Hell since ancient times. Anyone who can pass through the eighteen levels of hell will have a perfect ending.
The ghosts who undergo the test will receive blessings from the entire underworld and become one with the underworld. The underworld will never be destroyed and their luck will not decline. In the future, they will have the opportunity to ascend to the upper world and become an eternal existence.
It was a waste of time. I didn’t expect that even though I had calculated everything, I still missed one. With the help of this luck, Feng Yu’s strength must have improved rapidly. It was not impossible to surpass him. He did not dare to plant this disaster for himself.
"It's a waste of time, thief, today is the day of your death. The Nine Netherworlds will change endlessly, and the realm will arise from the heart."
Wang Shi has the intention to kill Feng Yu, so why not Feng Yu. The Jiuyou Order that was sealed between his eyebrows was released at the same time that Huangquan Hell bestowed Feng Yu with luck, and the orchid light shone in Wang Shi Hell.
In every corner of the room, the dark light of the bracelet of the dead man was like a firefly under the bright moon, vulnerable to a blow. The light of the nine ghosts swept over the bracelet, and the bracelet screamed in agony. Unable to resist, it fled back to the wrist of the dead man.
Too late to react, an irresistible force caused the ground beneath his feet to shake violently. A ten-foot-thick energy pillar penetrated his blockade and converged on the token above Feng Yu's head. The token then reflected the energy.
Entering Feng Yu's body, Wu Shi was surprised to find that Feng Yu's strength was rising at a staggering speed, and there seemed to be no end.
Fu Shi was stunned. The power was really weird. He didn't know where it came from, but it easily broke through the entire boundary of Fu Die Hell. Moreover, he had a familiar feeling with the spinning Nine Nether Order, as if he had vaguely seen it before, but how?
He couldn't recall it, but facing the Nine Nether Order, his heart was trembling, and the fear from his soul made him at a loss. He couldn't remember how many years he had not felt like this.
Although Feng Yu was furious, Lingtai still maintained a trace of sobriety. He could feel the source of the energy pillar, and the joyful call came. It was not directed at him, but the Nine Nether Order, a kind of mother looking forward to her son's return.
Feeling.
Feng Yu recalled that the mysterious land of Nine Nethers was under the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and the Hell of Wasted Death should not be far from there. No wonder the Order of Nine Nethers was able to absorb such a huge power of Nine Nethers.
Jiuyou Wuji Transformation, another method hidden in the Jiuyou Order, Feng Yu only realized it after getting a trace of luck from Huangquan Hell.
The Nine Nether God-Destroying Slash is too overbearing, requires too much of the user's body, and the cost of using it is quite high. This is the Underworld Hell, the fifteenth level of the Hell of Undeserved Death. If you want to break out from here, it can be said that it is very difficult.
There were many difficulties, and Feng Yu had to retain enough combat power to cope with everything that was going to happen next, so he decided to use the fastest and most efficient way to get rid of Mr. Wangsui.
I saw countless figures separated from Feng Yu's body. These figures had no faces, and their shapes were distorted and unstable, like clay dolls that had just been pinched out. Countless mysterious symbols appeared on the Jiuyou Order, and these half-finished products were entered.
Among the figures, these figures gradually became more specific, with handsome facial features and angular chins. They were carved from the same mold as Feng Yu, releasing terrifying momentum and majestic fighting spirit from their bodies.
"It's a waste of time. If you don't kneel down and kill me, maybe I can make you die faster." Thousands of Feng Yu spoke at the same time, and their voices overlapped, forming a sound that shook the world. Ordinary people may be affected a little by this sound.
Then he would bleed to death from seven holes. The mute ghost who tied it into a big rice dumpling let out a painful howl and fell into a coma.
"Huang Mao Er, even with your little skills, you still dare to show off in front of Guan Gong. I will let you know what real power is today, the City of Wasted Death."
A mini version of the City of Wasted Death appeared in the palm of his hand. Feng Yu understood that this was by no means a toy, but a terrifying semi-immortal weapon, maybe even an immortal weapon that had fallen into the realm. Feng Yu felt the pain of the eighteenth level of hell.
The Fengdu Ghost City outside, through the dark void, projects its majesty onto this city of vain death.
"Luo Fengyu, didn't I tell you that the Hell of Wasted Death is the real master of the Eighteenth Level of Hell? The reason is that the City of Wasted Death, the Ten Palaces of Hell, was given by God to suppress the fate of the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
What the heck, they are just outsiders, and they actually claim to be the orthodox of Huangquan Hell. They are extremely shameless. Without the recognition of this divine artifact, the City of Wasted Death, they would not be able to obtain the core power of Fengdu Ghost City. If it were not for Huangquan,
Emperor Xiang Wentian, that bastard, knocked down the City of Wasted Death to the level of a semi-immortal weapon. We don’t have to shrink to a corner in the eighteenth level of hell, but even so, it is more than enough to deal with you."
The Wuji Transformation of the Nine Nethers made Wan Shi feel very uneasy, otherwise he would not have sacrificed the Wan Death City, which carries the destiny of the eighteen levels of hell. There are countless phoenix feathers floating in the sky, and each one is a real existence and power.
It is no less than the real Feng Yu. Unless Feng Yu's true body can be uncovered, this Nine Nether Wuji Transformation will continue forever, using the power of Jiu Nether to create more Feng Yu and reach the Wuji state.
As the saying goes, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, let alone countless opponents. One Luo Fengyu will die in vain, but he will not look down upon it, but if it were replaced by thousands of Luo Fengyu, even if they were allowed to be slaughtered, he would probably be killed.
He also had to kill with numbness, and the number reached a terrifying level, which could make up for the disparity in strength.
The Tongtian giant is not afraid of the army's encirclement and suppression, but he does not dare to really fall into the army's siege, otherwise the consumption of vitality will consume him alive. Feng Yu's strength is almost as good as that of a million-level army. In other words, it will take more than a million-level army to die in vain.
Facing tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even armies measured in trillions.
A divine weapon, a gift from God, not refined by manpower, its power is invincible. This kind of existence was directly knocked out of the realm by Xiang Wentian. Feng Yu admired his previous life more and more, and became more determined to become stronger.
Determination in the realm of the beholder.
"Stop talking nonsense, so what if it's a semi-immortal weapon? Even if it's a truly divine weapon, it can't save your life today."
"You are so shameless, let me break your teeth and pull out your tongue. I think you still dare to be so presumptuous."
Feng Yu was too lazy to argue with Wu Shi. The longer the delay, the worse it would be for him. A quick decision was his only chance of survival, and he already knew that the owner of one of the two thoughts was Zhi Min. Although not
I know what happened, but Jimin is definitely in danger, otherwise there would be no such obsession.
"If you die in vain, you must die. There is no way to return the sun to death in vain. The ghost will eventually sink into the boundless hell, the city of vain death."
Mr. Wasted Death injected the supreme ghost energy accumulated in his body into this semi-immortal weapon. This is the Hell of Wasted Death. There is no need to worry about the ghost energy. Although Mr. Wasted Death's power cannot fully activate the semi-immortal weapon, the power exerted is absolutely absolute.
The number of Taoist tools is several times that of the previous one. Even if Feng Yu used the Soul Sacrifice Technique to stimulate his potential, he would never be able to compete with this power.
But now, this is just a projection of Feng Yu's spiritual thoughts. Of course, even Feng Yu himself doesn't know. Even if he is strangled by the City of Undead Death, at most he will lose the memory of being in the underworld, and there will be no trace of his true body.
of damage.
And being so close to the land of Jiuyou is also a great opportunity for Feng Yu. If he seizes it well, he may be able to open up a deeper level of the Jiuyou Order. After all, he has been recognized by the Jiuyou Order and indirectly obtained the Jiuyou Order.
The recognition of Youzhi is not impossible.
"Luo Fengyu, hand over the token in your hand and be captured without any effort. After fully revealing the plans of the Ten Palaces of Yama, not only will I not kill you, but I will also make you my confidant. When I unify the underworld in the future, I will let you have it."
One person has more power than tens of millions of people. Think carefully, this is your last chance."
Although Master Wushu was very angry at what Feng Yu had done, he was an ambitious man. For the sake of his great career, he would not hesitate to join forces with his enemies. Although Feng Yu's strength exceeded his previous expectations,
Still within the scope of his control, the Ten Palaces of Yama and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are the real stumbling blocks to his unification of the underworld for thousands of years. As long as he can control Feng Yu, find out the plans of the Ten Palaces of Yama, and then make plans, the Ten Palaces of Yama and
The stalemate situation in the Eighteenth Level of Hell will be completely broken, and the Eighteenth Level of Hell can also turn from defense to offense, regain the disadvantage, and even achieve all the success in one fell swoop.
Sacrificing the City of Wasted Death may not be a way for Master Wasted Death to oppress Feng Yu's soul. Even if the above plan cannot be realized, Feng Yu's own strength and the token are enough to make his heart move. Who can be sure, how many times will it be?
After a thousand years, he could not train Feng Yu into a killing machine that could surpass the Ten Palaces of Yama.
"It's a waste of time. You are really ridiculous. You asked me to kill my beloved grandfather with my own hands and let me experience the heart-wrenching separation of life and death again. You actually tried to win me over. I solemnly tell you now.
, I have nothing to do with the Ten Palaces of Yama, and I have never even met their faces, but I will never surrender to you, because today I will completely wipe you out from heaven and earth."
"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin. When I suppress you, I will torture you with endless punishment. When I see it, can you still be so calm and calm, and the city of vain death will capture the soul and soul."
The City of Wasted Death is infinitely enlarged. Although it is not as good as the real Fengdu Ghost City, it is no less than a city in the human world. The Hell of Wasted Death echoes with boundless demonic sounds. A modest gentleman will also fall into the devil's path. The Eighteen Numbers set up on the city gate
There is a large flag with the totem of the eighteen levels of hell embroidered on it. Countless ghosts surround the eighteen large flags. The ghost energy from the sky continues to gather on the chessboard, giving rise to more ghosts.