Chapter 203 Ten Temples Are Immortal and Never Look Back
"Walk."
The Wheel King waved his two sleeves and wrapped the defenseless King Yama and Feng Yu. He stepped out and a space tunnel leading to the Wheel Palace appeared out of thin air. This space tunnel was solid and could not be destroyed.
The space tunnel constructed by Emperor Yun with the help of exquisite treasures is not only short in distance, but also extremely fragile. As long as there is a master who is proficient in the power of space, he can easily smash it and completely bury Emperor Yun in the alien world.
in space.
This passage ignores the restrictions of the City of Wasted Death and runs through almost half of the underworld. Only a person of the level of the Wheel King can quietly build a masterpiece that can be called a miracle.
"Let's write down today's revenge for now. Someone will protect this blood debt in the future. You'd better stay calm in the eighteenth level of hell, otherwise I don't guarantee that I can suppress my murderous intention."
The naked threat of the Reincarnation King resounded through the eighteen levels of hell for a long time. No one in the eighteen levels of hell, whether it was a ghost soldier or a ghost serving a sentence, was unaware of it.
Sixteen hell chiefs crawled out from the ground. Although there were no obvious external injuries, they looked extremely embarrassed. The corners of their mouths were filled with blood and their faces were extremely pale. The hand of the Wheel King completely shocked their hearts, letting them, who had always thought they were self-righteous, know that
What does it mean to be arrogant and a frog in a well?
"It's a waste of time, sir, what should we do?"
Zhongzhen hurriedly tidied up the messy bun, and walked cautiously to Mr. Wu Shi. At this moment, Mr. Wu Shi's face was ashen, and his chest was heaving, like a wild bull about to go berserk.
"What should I do? You asked me what to do. Do you want me to go to the Reincarnation Hall or commit suicide? Do you want me to choose the former or the latter?" The look in the eyes of Mr. Fusui was even scarier than two sharp knives.
Zhongzhen was so frightened that she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Sir, sir, we still have a chance, we still have a chance." What Zhongzhen is most worried about is that he will die in vain and never recover. From then on, he will have to live anxiously waiting for death. It would be weird if King Yama doesn't die and doesn't come back to take care of him.
"Opportunity, you tell me about opportunity, are you blind just now? We have gathered almost 90% of our strength, but we can't stop the King of Wheels. With one blow, the Yin-Yang Infinite Barrier is broken, and the talisman is shattered. It's a waste of time.
A blow, I thought I was working hard and making progress over the years, but I didn't expect that the King of Wheels had been far away. That was the power of the Immortal Lord. Don't you still know the gap between the Immortal Lord and the Immortal Lord?
I devoured the artifacts and spirits of the City of Wasted Death and only half stepped into the Immortal Lord. In hundreds of thousands of years, I will not have the chance to become an Immortal Lord. What is needed is great opportunity, great wisdom, great courage, and the level of Immortal Lord.
It is the true top of the pyramid of the upper three realms, and even the masters of the three realms dare not show any disrespect." Mr. Wu Shi finished speaking in a flurry, with veins popping out on his forehead and neck.
"Xian, Xianjun, sir, are you telling the truth?"
Not only is it about loyalty, but the reactions of the other wardens are also similar. Immortal Lord, these two simple words, represent something that is unimaginable to ordinary people. The Immortal Realm is not even qualified to carry Immortal Lord's shoes. Any
An Immortal Lord is the dominant overlord in the Immortal Realm, and the Immortal Emperor cannot order them.
"Face the reality, Immortal Lord, he is indeed an Immortal Lord. If he really wanted to kill us just now, there would be nothing on our necks. You will not forget that the Immortal Lord has the right to deprive the way of heaven.
, deprived of the way of heaven, what are we, a dog or a pig?"
Mr. Wu Shi has completely changed from what he was five minutes ago. All the ambitions and ambitions in his heart have disappeared, and a feeling of powerlessness and emptiness has hit his heart. No one understands how long he has been planning for today's plan, how long he has worked hard, and how much he has paid.
The price, all the assumptions turned into the most beautiful bubble at the moment when the King of Wheels took action, and it burst. The more beautiful it was, the more painful it was. It felt like my heart was about to be torn apart if I died in vain.
But what can he do? Even if he is unwilling and unwilling, it cannot help him fight against the Immortal Lord. The Immortal Lord represents the supreme, and the power of life and death of all creatures in the world is in their hands. Life or death is just a matter of their thoughts.
things.
"It's a waste of time. Now is the critical moment of life and death for the Eighteenth Level Hell. Please cheer me up. If we lose our fighting spirit, we will never be able to turn around. If because of us, the Eighteenth Level Hell will be removed from heaven and earth from now on,
Or become a puppet that Yama of the Tenth Palace can manipulate at will. When we fall, how can we have the face to go to the hell mausoleum to pay homage to the heroes of the eighteenth level of hell? Are you really willing to live like a walking corpse, waiting for that day to come?
"
Ling Chi, who was skinny and skinny, tightened his grip on the clothes of Mr. Fu Shi, pulled him up from the ground, lifted him into the air, and shouted questions so deafeningly that all the hell chiefs lowered their noble heads.
They are the sinners of the Eighteenth Level of Hell. Ten thousand years ago, Xiang Wentian led the Ten Halls of Yama to conquer the Five Realms. The first battlefield was the Underworld Hell. The Underworld Hell, which had been stabilized for hundreds of thousands of years, caused the Hell of the Eighteenth Level of Hell to
The elders have all forgotten the word "be prepared for danger in times of peace". They are helpless against sudden changes. Xiang Wentian's heaven-defying army occupied most of the underworld, the Emperor's Palace, and the Ten Palaces of Yama in less than one day.
It rises from the ground as if it were born out of thin air.
As a divine artifact, the City of Wasted Death is not inferior to Xiang Tianwen's Judge's Pen and the Book of Life and Death. However, at that time, the highest level of the eighteenth level of hell, Lord Wasted Death, had only reached the Immortal King Realm not long ago. Not to mention that the realm was unstable, that's all.
How does power control the city of vain death, and how does it compete with Xiang Wentian, the number one person in the world?
The Book of Life and Death traps the City of Wasted Death, and the judge's pen keeps writing about the avenues of heaven and earth. Life and death are impermanent. The Order of the Nine Netherworlds opens the door of the Nine Netherworlds, and uses the power of the Nine Netherworlds to continuously corrode the City of Wasted Death, a divine artifact. And Xiang Wen
Tian himself reverses time. One second can make a year. In just one stick of incense, the City of Wasted Death has fallen into several realms. The wardens of the eighteen levels of hell originally wanted to fight to the end, but when they saw the City of Wasted Death
It was so miserable that they had no choice but to surrender. The City of Wasted Death suppressed the fate of the entire underworld. The warden of the eighteen levels of hell could die, but the City of Wasted Death could not be destroyed or lost.
From then on, the eighteen levels of hell are no longer the masters of the underworld hell. No one in the five realms, even animals such as pigs, cattle and sheep, know that there is the underworld emperor, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the ten halls of Yama in the underworld hell.
Ignoring the existence of the Eighteen Hell Chiefs.
It is in vain that Master Wushu has spent tens of thousands of years planning the plan. It is indeed due to his personal selfishness, but it cannot negate his efforts to revitalize the Eighteen Hells.
"Mr. Ling, you are right. I was too self-righteous. I did something wrong. I led me to the 18th level of hell. I was wrong. I was wrong."
It was in vain that the master cried, cried bitterly, and cried like a child who lost his candy. If he had been killed only after taking turns, he would not regret it, let alone be afraid. The winner would be the king and the loser would be the bandit. But now eighteen
All the layers of hell have been implicated. Facing the King of Wheels who possesses the strength of the Immortal Lord, the defenses of the Eighteen Hells are more fragile than toys. It is impossible for any conspiracy to plot against the Immortal Lord, because the Immortal Lord is the master of heaven.
, defenders, no one can shake their foundation.
"It's a waste of time. You are not wrong. Do you know why I have always opposed your decision?"
Warden Ling Chi gently put Master Wu Shi down. He could no longer remember how many years ago it was the last time he had a calm conversation with Wu Shi. It was three thousand years, five thousand years, or ten thousand years. It was too long, too long.
He was confused.
Ling Chi is the oldest and most senior among all the wardens. He and his father, the previous warden, are life-and-death friends. He has watched Mr. Wu Shi grow up step by step. His talents are not weak, but
Being able to reach the Immortal Realm in 30,000 years, he knows better than anyone the pain and suffering behind it.
"Why, Mr. Ling, I remember that you loved me the most when I was a child, but in these ten thousand years, you have never smiled at me once."
"My child, my uncle is afraid, he is timid. If it hadn't been for that incident ten thousand years ago, you would have been the king of the underworld long ago, and my uncle could retire in peace and hand over the power to you.
It's a pity that fate plays tricks on people. You know, you are good at everything, but you are too radical and unwilling to admit defeat. You are a born adventurer, but you are not a good helmsman. Of course, this just shows that you are enterprising. Maybe Huang Quan
Hell can take on a new look under your leadership. With me taking over the battle, at least this big ship crossing the river will not be in danger of capsizing. However, Xiang Wentian has riddled the ship full of holes and it will sink at any time.
The best way to deal with it is to be patient and wait until they ignore our threat and wait for their internal decay.
But when I looked back and wanted to implement it, I found that you had grown up to the point where I couldn't hold you back or stop you. They were attracted by your personality charm, and you were blinded by hatred and lost your way forward.
the correct direction.
The only thing I can do is to be a chess piece that checks and balances you, a whip that spurs you forward all the time. Maybe this will make you blame me and hate me, but I am willing to do it for you for the sake of the eighteenth level of hell.
For the future, this small sacrifice is nothing. You really did not disappoint me, and your progress makes me sincerely gratified." Ling Chi wiped the tears on Mr. Fu Shi's face.
"Uncle, I'm sorry."
"Silly boy, don't say 'I'm sorry'. You have not sorry to anyone. You are my pride, the pride of the Eighteenth Level of Hell. Everything you have done is perfect, very perfect. Thank you for your hard work, kid.
"Ling Chi hugged Wu Shi gently, and the elders expressed their encouragement and gratitude to the younger generation. Ling Chi felt that he owed Wu Shi too much.
"Uncle, are we losing like this? I am not willing to accept it. I am not willing to accept it."
He punched the ground in vain, and the gravel cut the back of his hand. A stream of blood spread. He limited his vitality to protect and repair himself. He enjoyed the real pain.
Wu Shi always thought that he was fighting alone. Although he never gave up his inner ideal, he would also be lonely and sad. He was so eager to attack the Ten Palaces of Yama precisely because he was tired of this kind of life.
No matter he wins or loses, he wants to end this life. To be honest, the strong attack of the Wheel King makes him a little disappointed and a little angry, but it is not a relief at all.
But now he knows that there are many people who silently support him and follow him. Frustration and unwillingness are entangled in his heart. He doesn't want Ling Chi to be disappointed in him and watch the eighteen levels of hell destroyed in their hands.
"Child, we still have hope. If the King of Wheels does not kill us, he will make the biggest mistake. Immortal Lord, do you think the immortal world will allow the existence of an immortal monarch in the underworld and hell? Will the upper three realms allow someone like Xiang Tianwen?
Does anyone appear?"
"But the King of Reincarnation is not Xiang Tianwen. Even if he cultivates to the level of Immortal Lord, he cannot become Xiang Tianwen. The myth of Xiang Tianwen cannot be copied."
"You think so, and so do I, but it doesn't mean that the rulers of the three realms of immortals, Buddha, and demons will think so. They will not allow the slightest threat to shake their rule, even if that threat is hardly a real threat.
, not to mention it depends on whose mouth it comes from and how it is said. Cheer up, this war has just begun."
"It's a waste of time, sir. Scissor Hell will always be your most loyal supporter."
"Same as stone grinding hell."
"The same goes for volcanic hell."
"Count us in for the steamer hell."
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The wardens of the Eighteenth Level of Hell expressed their opinions one after another. The conversation between Lingchi and Wushui completely moved them and made them let go of their past prejudices. The Eighteenth Level of Hell became a rope again. The King of Wheels may not have thought of his momentary negligence.
Knock the eighteenth layer of thin and uneven scrap iron into a tight iron plate.
"you."
"My lord, this is not your battle alone. We are also part of the Eighteen Hells, and it is also our battle."
"Our Lord, you see, I am saying that we are not finished in the Eighteenth Level of Hell yet. Let us join hands and work together to complete the next thing."
"Okay, thank you for not giving up. I died here in vain. I swear in the name of the ancestors of the Hell Tomb that I will fight for the rise of the eighteen levels of hell throughout my life. The ten palaces will never be destroyed and I will never look back."
"The ten palaces will never be destroyed, and you will never look back. The ten palaces will be immortal, and you will never look back."