Howls and shouts that make the soul tremble fill every corner of the Eighteenth Level of Hell. The ghosts who come here to serve their sentences are many ruthless characters with unscrupulous conscience when they are alive. But when they come to the Eighteenth Level of Hell, even
He is no better than the most humble and lowly beast. If you want to reduce the punishment imposed on you, the only way to do it is to be obedient and obedient like a pug.【】
Crossing the gray river with ferocious faces, Feng Yu finally arrived at the realm of the eighteenth level of hell. The horrific tortures he had experienced seemed to be replayed in front of his eyes. Good and evil were like yin and yang, distributed throughout the universe.
This place is the abyss of sin, the source of all evil, and kindness is the most luxurious thing here.
"Silence, are you there?"
With a roar, it was like the divine lightning from the Nine Heavens falling straight into the netherworld. The gray river water exploded, and countless little ghosts were blown to pieces. The moon in the underworld instantly bloomed with endless blood light, dyeing the sky red and covering Feng Yu with it.
The last one was a blood-colored fur coat that was unparalleled in the country.
"Who, who is making such nonsense here?"
The scary long scarlet tongue was dragging on the ground. Who else could it be if it wasn't the warden of the tongue-pulling hell, Shen Mo? As the warden of the first level of the eighteenth level of hell, he was naturally the fastest to appear, not to mention Feng.
The one marked by Yu is his name. Why don't he come out quickly and see who took the courage of the ambitious leopard and came to the 18th level of hell to cause trouble?
"You? You!"
Silence was stunned at first, and then startled. His eyes were as big as cow bells, and his face turned green, which was worse than a mortal seeing a ghost. He couldn't help but close his eyes and pray silently for a few times.
But when he squinted his eyes, the familiar face that he wanted to forget day and night did not disappear, and he knew that his bad luck was probably about to start again.
"Living Ancestor, you... why are you here again?"
Shen Mo has the guts to eat shit. Last time Feng Yu accompanied King Yama and King Qin Guang and turned the city of Fu Shi into chaos. The other seventeen wardens questioned him repeatedly, and then made things difficult for him at every turn.
It made his life very miserable.
Not to mention, the fact that he is not a human being inside and outside is extremely embarrassing. He lowers his eyebrows and flatters everyone, seeking favors. Seeing that the situation is gradually getting better, but Feng Yu actually comes at this juncture.
What else could he say.
"By remaining silent, will that guy die in the eighteenth level of hell in vain?"
Feng Yu believed that the roar just now must have alerted everyone in the Eighteenth Level of Hell. Wu Shi estimated that he would appear soon. Among the Eighteenth Level of Hell, he had a slightly better impression of Silence, and he would definitely be there later.
A fight without death
He didn't want to fight, so he called out the acquaintance of Silence first to save him from being affected and ending up in ashes. It was a pity that it was rare for him to show kindness, but he didn't expect that the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but also complained in his heart.
"My ancestor, Mr. Wu Shi, has been living in seclusion recently. I haven't seen him for a long time."
In fact, there is a hidden line in Yan Mo's heart, "It's in vain, sir, why did I provoke you and make you so angry?" However, even if he was beaten to death, he did not dare to say this to Feng Yu.
While Feng Yu was talking to Shen Mo, Qin Guang and Yama Luo, who were a step behind, also reached the portal of the eighteenth level of hell. Now Shen Mo's face looked as sad as a dead mother, and she knelt down and knelt down to Qin Guang and Yan Luo, "
I am silent, but I see King Guang of Qin and His Majesty King Yama."
Silence is not the veteran warden of the Eighteenth Level Hell, but Yama of the Tenth Palace promoted him out of the ordinary, so in his shallow consciousness, Yama of the Tenth Palace is his master, an existence that he needs to look up to, instead of treating him like he died in vain.
The Ten Halls of Yama are full of hostility and the smell of gunpowder.
"Get up, you are now the prison chief, you don't have to kneel down to us in the future." Qin Guangyao looked into the depths of the eighteenth level of hell and said to Silence calmly.
"Yes, yes." He agreed in silence.
"You can't help but keep these guys calm."
After about half a stick of incense, no second figure emerged from the eighteenth level of hell. Yama said with a half-smile.
"They are very calm and arrogant. This attitude makes it clear that they want us to go in by ourselves." An unknown smile flashed in Qin Guang's eyes.
"It's not a bad plan to give us a blow and suppress our momentum."
"It's a small skill, but I can defeat it ten times with just one effort."
Feng Yu would not wait, let alone wait, and strode towards the Eighteenth Level of Hell with head held high, followed closely by Qin Guang and Yan Luo. A struggling look appeared on his silent face, but he looked at the three figures in front of him who exuded infinite confidence.
, suddenly made a decision secretly in his heart, and followed Feng Yu and the others without looking back.
The eighteen levels of hell are still the purgatory of the punished, but the atmosphere is unusually weird. After passing through each hell, there is no one except ghosts. Feng Yu's steps are steady and calm, not at all like a door-to-door search.
They looked angry, but Qin Guang and Yan Luo could feel that what was walking in front of them was a moving active volcano, which could erupt at any time, and once it erupted, it would be a disaster that would destroy the heaven and the earth and turn the sun and the moon upside down.
The Hell of Wasted Death, the most inexplicable hell of the eighteen levels of hell, is only the fourteenth, but all the lords of hell in the past came from this hell.
White clothes are dancing, her black hair is flowing and picturesque, and her deep eyes are like clear pool water, but the bottom is invisible. Sitting casually, it seems that she has seen all the glitz and ignored the common people, with a faint fairy halo in her eyes.
He was rising and falling behind him, and almost every piece of skin was exuding a faint light. If he wasn't in this dim and lightless hell of wasted death, people would mistake him for an infinitely happy banished immortal.
"It's a waste of time. The three days apart are really impressive."
Although there were many people standing in the Hell of Wasted Death, the three of them were automatically filtered out by Feng Yu. The only person who could attract their attention was the most ambitious and talented Master of Wasted Death in the history of the Eighteenth Level Hell.
The last time Yan Luo and Feng Yu went to the Hongmen Banquet together, Wu Shi relied on the trick of swallowing the weapon spirit of Wu Shi's city to put the cart before the horse, and barely broke into the Immortal Realm. At that time, his realm was unstable, and he devoted all the power of the eighteen levels of hell, and then assisted
Only by using such shameless tactics can Yama be trapped, but in the end Qin Guang appears at the right time, and with just one seal, his spring and autumn dream of unifying the underworld comes to naught.
But today is different from the past. Not only has the immortal master's cultivation been stabilized, but it has also taken a big step forward. His temperament has changed. Even an old immortal master like Yama seems to have a feeling of being a flower in the mist.
Wu Shi smiled leisurely, and his smile was so calm. If they didn't understand his ambition that was so swollen to the point of explosion, Feng Yu and the others might have thought that he was an idle gentleman who was indifferent to fame and wealth and traveled around the world in a light boat.
"The three of you are my rare guests in the eighteenth level of hell. In front of Brother Feng Yu, how dare you be proud if you die in vain."
Although the words are humble, the pride shining in the eyes cannot be deceived. After the Immortal King Realm, even if it is a small ladder in the same realm, it is extremely difficult to take it. It is impossible to die in such a short time.
With such huge progress, he has the right to be proud.
"It's all in vain. You staged such a big battle. You guessed that I would come. Then do you have the person I want?"
Feng Yu's eyes were unremarkable, but he stared at Wu Shi's pupils like a shadow. Wu Shi's color changed slightly, and he actually felt a sting in his eyeballs. Maybe the other wardens didn't know Feng Yu's identity, but he knew it clearly. He had never
He had underestimated Feng Yu's existence, but Feng Yu's performance at this moment was more than ten times more powerful than he had previously estimated.
"You are such a little person, when do you have the right to speak here?"
Zhongzhen was very upset with Feng Yu last time. If Feng Yu hadn't stepped in at the end, King Yama would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die. How could he have lived so comfortably? Now Feng Yu is even more arrogant and scolding him for his wasted death.
Asked, this made him intolerable.
Feng Yu didn't bother to talk to Zhong Zhen, and gave him a backhand palm, which was as towering as Mount Tai. Zhong Zhen never expected that Feng Yu would be so arrogant, and attacked him without saying a word. He tried to humiliate Feng Yu, but at this moment, he couldn't steal the chicken but lost the rice.
, looking at the shadow of the giant palm, his heart trembled involuntarily, but now, he
He had no choice but to push forward, but the giant palm was like an ancient millstone, crushing his upper body at once. The wardens of Blood Pool Hell and Volcano Hell happened to be standing next to him, wanting to help, Feng Yu snorted coldly.
With a sound, their souls trembled violently, and they leaned down and lay curled up on the ground, convulsing constantly.
"Brother Feng Yu, you are too forceful. This is my territory after all. Now that you are suppressing my men under my nose, are you demonstrating against me?" Wu Shi's tone became colder and colder.
Hovering over the hell of wasted death.
"So what!"
Yama was the first to finish the conversation. Anyway, it took more than a day or two for the Eighth Levels of Hell and the Ten Palaces of Yama to quarrel with each other. Let’s just tear them apart more thoroughly today to avoid having to resort to hypocrisy in the future.
"King Qin Guang, do you also agree with King Yama's statement? Is it possible that you really want the Tenth Hall of Yama to start a war with the Eighteenth Level of Hell to make this inheritance easier for outsiders?" When he said this, there was a look of death in his eyes.
Ruowu swept over the phoenix feathers.
"It's a waste of time. You don't need to sow discord. Yama of the Tenth Palace will not be manipulated by anyone. What we do comes from our true heart and we practice our aspirations. I am naturally happy to see peaceful coexistence. But if you have to fight, I, Yama, Ten
The palace is ready to fight at any time, so don’t use this to threaten me.”
Qin Guang is a dignified Immortal King, the King of Immortals, and the Immortal Emperor cannot really do anything to him. He has a deep foundation in Taoism, so how can he be tempted by a few words in vain.
"It's a waste of time. Don't keep talking to me. Do you have Linglong in your hands? Answer me right away. Otherwise, I will bloodbath you in the eighteenth level of hell today and leave no one behind."
Feng Yu used the power of her soul to simulate the Yun Xiang Sword, and the sword edge slowly swept through each one. Under the aura of killing, all the wardens were as silent as cicadas, and the point of the sword edge finally stayed on Xun Xing's body, as if there were thousands of phantoms lingering around him.
Around the Divine Sword, countless holes will be nailed into Fusei's body just after Feng Yu gives an order.
"Luo Fengyu, you, do you want to chop my neck, or do you want to kneel down to me?"
He was so angry that he laughed in vain, and his arrogant laughter made the wardens of the Eighteenth Level of Hell tremble with horror.