Chapter 134 Eighteen Hells (Summoner Monthly Tickets)

"He is unfortunate because he has lost his sense of self and is basically impossible to recover. He can no longer count as a human being, but this is his own choice."

The atmosphere was silent for a long time. Chen Qun turned to Xie Ying, shook his head and sighed. Xie Ying's heart beat. To be honest, he was really thrilled by Liu Ruohan's behavior and affection before. Then he heard Chen Qun's envious response:

"He is lucky because he still has such a confidante to treat her, and how many prides have fallen in the past dozens of battles? Do they have no relatives and friends? At least he lives in another way. He has different positions, and he won the king and lost the enemy, but he does not need to blame himself for himself."

"Maybe," Xie Ying responded in a plain tone, unable to see how he was mentally so, and then bowed to him: "Fellow Daoist Chen Qun, please"

"Thank you for your mercy, we can decide the outcome, there is no need to fight for life and death." Chen Qun lowered his posture and said with a smile as if he was not as good as he was. After the words, a black fog surged, covering his whole body and spread rapidly.

Xie Ying felt that the world changed, and the environment became a gust of wind, ghosts cried and gods howled, and the palace of hell was beating with dark stone slabs on the ground. In front of Xie Ying was a dark staircase that led to the sky. At the end of the stairs was a expressionless and ferocious King of Hell. There were countless ghosts holding iron pliers, chains, torture tools, and countless ghosts holding iron forks, ghost crying sticks, soul-summoning banners and other weapons used by various underworld Yin gods. There were various carvings on the walls, all of which were carved about how the ghost was executed, which made people feel creepy and frightened.

"Talk-pulling hell?"

Isn’t this the environment the tongue-pulling hell on the first level of the eighteen levels of hell recorded in ancient books? Xie Ying blurted out unexpectedly. He gathered his eyes and looked like a mirage. He couldn’t help but continue indifferently: “It’s a pity that it’s just an illusion, and it doesn’t work much.”

"The destiny of heaven"

A sound like rolling thunder echoed in vast expanse. The environment that was originally like a scene in the water, but was not real suddenly condensed. Although it cannot be compared with the real space, it is also between illusion and reality. At least the defense of this space is much stronger, and the power of those little ghosts, Yin Gods, etc. is also much stronger. It is not an illusion that can only affect the spirit.

"Huh? What kind of ability is this? It can actually enhance the power of the illusion and make it infinitely evolve into the real space." Xie Ying was quite interested in observing the surrounding environment. This ability to transform the illusion into the real space is not just "transforming the virtual world", but should be Chen Qun's unique ability.

"It seems that fellow Taoist Xie is full of confidence. Look at these eighteen levels of hell, how is it compared to your Senluo hell?"

As Xie Ying observed, Chen Qun's rather hoarse voice jumped.

"Eighteen-level hell? Does it correspond to the nine-grade Zhongzheng system created by Chen Qun in history?" Xie Ying suddenly realized.

"Welcome to the first level of the eighteenth level of hell, and enjoy different pleasures." A wave of emotionless, like a machine sounded, Xie Ying couldn't help but smile.

"Bang"

At this moment, the King of Hell at the end of the steps suddenly slapped the arbor, with a solemn expression and a stern tone: "Who is in the audience? Come and report it quickly to determine your punishment."

Xie Ying smiled, too lazy to say more, starting with Lingxi Golden Dragon Pen, writing in the void, a big "light" character appeared in the fist, and suddenly turned into a small sun, shining on the hell, bringing infinite light. Then his mind moved, and a two-fingered divine thunder suddenly appeared and fell directly at the head of the King of Hell.

"The bold and timid cultivator dared to disturb the Yin Tang and refused to accept the judgment. The Yin Gods took it down." A black fog surged above the King of Hell, blocking the divine thunder, and slapped the table.

"Here"

Countless ghosts around him, and the Yin God responded. Although they were uncomfortable being illuminated by the light, they still rushed over bravely.

"I'm not afraid of light, my strength is still too low." Xie Ying suddenly realized that the Senluo Ghost Pearl took action and turned the surrounding space into the Senluo Hell. Countless little ghosts and Yin Gods rushed in, and immediately fought fiercely with the evil ghosts, ghosts, and zombies in the Senluo Hell.

Then, sixteen ghost generals appeared, eight protected around Xie Ying, and eight killed the King of Hell at the end of the steps. Wherever they passed, there was no Yin God to resist.

"drink"

The King of Hell was shocked and shouted loudly. A giant blood-colored pliers appeared and suddenly rushed towards the eight ghost generals. The giant pliers were about a hundred meters long, and the black fog was rolling, which was quite terrifying.

The eight ghost generals worked together to attack, and within less than a cup of tea, they scattered the blood-colored giant clamp and rushed towards the King of Hell.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

At this time, Xie Ying started with the Qing Xiangxiao in the world and played the "Li Yuan Xiao Xiang Song". For a moment, countless ripples appeared in the void, like the vast Li Yuan, breaking the storm, causing the little ghosts and the Yin God to be disorganized and their bodies to sway. They were even killed by the pseudo-ghosts, evil ghosts and others transformed by the spiritual energy and the dust Yuan to retreat step by step.

"Swoosh..."

After the meal, the eight ghost generals captured the King of Hell in front of Xie Ying. Under the two ghost generals, the King of Hell was unable to move at all.

"Haha... It turns out that he is also a ghost general, who actually pretends to be the King of Hell." After scanning the spiritual consciousness, Xie Ying guessed the realm of the King of Hell in front of him, and couldn't help but feel funny. Thinking about it, with Chen Qun's strength, can he really find a stronger ghost to pretend to be the King of Hell? He can't subdue and control it.

About half an hour later, Xie Ying played music to assist Senluo Hell in counterattacking the tongue-pulling hell, and Lingxi Golden Dragon Pen swung lightning, "Feng" and "Zhen" light words danced all over the sky, but took the opportunity to suppress many powerful evil objects.

"This Chen Qun's ability is really magical. These little ghosts and Yin Gods are actually real. It is hard for him to scrape so many Yin objects and grind their opponents to death."

Looking at the little ghost in the tongue-pulling hell from a distance, the Yin God died and injured. Xie Ying felt the Yin object suppressed again, and couldn't help but exclaim and smile again.

After so long, even though he killed and suppressed countless ghosts, Yin Gods, and the spiritual energy and dust essence in the Qinglian space were consumed. Now it is less than one-tenth of the competition. It can be calculated that not to mention killing the eighteenth level hell, killing two or three hells, Xie Ying could not maintain the Senluo Hell.

...

"Welcome to the second level of the eighteenth floor hell and enjoy a different pleasure"

Until Xie Ying killed all the ghosts of the tongue-pulling hell, Yin Shen, slowly walked up the long steps, the world suddenly changed, and the environment changed drastically again, which was very similar to the scissors hell recorded in ancient books. Moreover, the ghosts of this layer, Yin Shen, etc., who held scissors, increased significantly.

"Bang"

At this moment, the King of Hell at the end of the steps suddenly slapped the arbor, with a solemn expression and a stern tone: "Who is in the audience? Come and report it quickly to determine your punishment."

It still has the same beginning as the first layer, the difference is the environment.

Xie Ying didn't say anything nonsense, and wrote several words "light" to appear. The light was rayed. With a wave of hands, several lightning flashed towards the King of Hell, which caused the King of Hell to be furious and ordered all the little ghosts and the Yin God to siege.

Xie Ying did not launch the attack on the Senluo Hell again, with a smile on his face, and with a few feet of small tower appeared on his palm, throwing it up...

The small tower of several feet suddenly turned into a pagoda of several meters. The blood mist was swallowed and spit, causing a violent flow of air during its rotation, turning into a vortex that kept swallowing the surrounding ghosts and the Yin Gods. The Yin objects with high strength could also resist accordingly; those with low strength were inhaled by the blood mist without any resistance and swallowed into the tower.

The Yin God, who was originally densely crowded around, suddenly realized half of the Yin God. And as they swallowed, the Yin Gods suppressed more and more Yin Gods, and the suction force of the Baota gradually increased.

...

"The Blood Evil Soul-Suppressing Tower? How did it become like this? Is the legend true?"

The audience around were all shocked and confused. Han Bang, the Hou of Zheng in Han, stood up even more without his composure and stared at the powerful pagoda. He could not understand how with Xie Ying's strength, how could he clear his breath and marks and sacrifice and successfully sacrifice. Even if he knew that someone in the Chu State camp must have been secretly taught, it would not be so fast. Even if the Yang Master took action personally, it would not be possible.

"Isn't this the most treasure of the Blood Demon Sect? Can this kid really suppress, sacrifice and use it quickly for himself?" Zhao Wan, the censor of the Chu State, was also surprised and blurted out in disbelief.

"The genius, God bless me, Da Chu. Even I am not able to clear the seal of Zhen Zhenghou in such a short time. The sacrifice and refining will be successful." The Grand Master Gong Yang's eyes showed strange light, staring at Xie Ying as if he was looking at a national treasure. The method of sacrifice and refining was still what he taught Xie Ying. He really surpassed the blue ones and was better than the blue ones.

"The treasure of the Blood Demon Sect? How could it be successfully refined so easily? Chen Qun is dangerous and hateful South Korea. He can't steal chickens and lose rice, and it will also implicate us." Seeing the divine power of the Blood Demon Soul-Suppressing Tower, everyone in the Wei Kingdom changed their faces, and many people even glared at South Korea, cursed and cursed loudly.

Even the other countries had bad eyes and gloated at the Korean camp. South Korea was a big deal when they fought. Fortunately, the Blood Demon Soul-Suppressing Tower mainly restrained the evil things, and Wei State was the most unlucky. The other races, clans, and schools were not as frightened as Wei State.

Even some people who were planning to imitate Korea and gave strange treasures to the fighters began to hesitate. What kind of strength level and what level of treasures to use, the grade is too high, and the assistance is definitely a good thing. The biggest concern is that one is that the powerful treasures retaliate against their master or lose control, and there is no need to take action by the opponent, and they will finish the game by themselves; the other is that they are snatched by the other party, and according to the rules set by the Eight Kingdoms Battle, it is really difficult to get back. Just like the Marquis of Zheng, who saw the treasures of the sect that had been sacrificed for decades, was taken away, and his heart was like blood, but he could only bite his silver teeth and dare not act on the spot to seize the treasures.

...

At this time, the situation on the battlefield had changed again. Seeing countless ghosts, the Yin God was forcibly swallowed, absorbed and suppressed, the King of Scissors was quite spiritual, and his face showed fear and flew towards the depths of the Scissors Hell.

"Want to run away? The pagoda is now empty, and there are no one in charge on each floor. Come to the pagoda and continue to serve as the Eighteen Kings of Hell. This is the real nine-grade Zhongzheng system."

Seeing this, Xie Ying sneered and swung the Lingxi Golden Dragon pen quickly.

"slow"

"weak"

"seal up"

"town"

...

More than a dozen light characters 6 appear, scattering their own strange power and aura, and lightning chases towards the King of Hell of Scissors. At the same time, eight ghost generals appeared, four protected themselves, and four shot towards the King of Hell of Scissors.

The third update is here

I have withdrawn from the top six, and I am still depressed and presented it with the third update. I hope everyone can check whether there are monthly tickets in the "personal center". Regardless of whether there are or not, I will also click on the "recommended monthly tickets". The shadow will work harder to conceive and update and repay everyone. Thank you.
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