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Chapter 117 The core of the blood-killing hell, the origin of a world(1/2)

Zong Shen's tone was leisurely, but his voice was like a bell, resounding in the heart of the Lord of the Blood-killing Prison.

The Lord of Blood-killing Prison raised his head tremblingly.

A smirk appeared.

"It's really impermanent!"

"I didn't expect that I killed the Netherworld, and I have been killing the Blood-killing Hell for millions of years. I didn't expect that I would have reached this point today."

At this time, after sighing, he was able to see it.

It's simply incomparable.

He knelt down.

He was actually prostrated.

"Your humble servant Shi Ming, obey your orders."

"The master is powerful and suppresses hell. I will be the master in the future."

He shouted with a pious expression.

"Yes, those who know the times are heroes!"

"You get up."

Zong Shen nodded with satisfaction.

...

In the Blood-killing Demon Palace.

Zong Shen sat on a huge blood-red throne.

Admire the entire Blood Killing Prison at will.

The Lord of Blood-killing Prison knelt under the throne.

"Master, are you going to the core of the world of Blood Killing Prison?"

"This is simple, the entrance to the origin of the world is in the core of the Blood-killing Demon Star."

After saying that, he pinched a seal in his hand and recited a spell gently in his mouth.

Immediately, a big black hole was cracked in the bloody palace.

Deep and deep, it seems to lead to some mysterious place.

"The end of this road is the core source of the Blood Killing Prison."

The Lord of Blood-killing Prison introduced softly, then raised his head and looked at Zong Shen with a strange look.

"Master, are you going to the Origin of Hell to become the Lord of Blood-killing Prison?"

"I want to remind you that it is not the demon soul of hell, but you cannot obtain the recognition of the origin of hell and obtain the position of Prison Lord."

"And the original power of the hell world and the foundation world is very different. Even if you absorb the origin of hell, it will not help you in your cultivation."

"Even contact with too much will pollute the soul and contaminate the demonic nature."

Zong Shen glanced at him coldly.

He was so scared that he immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to say anything.

Questioning the master is a death sentence!

Fortunately, Zong Shen did not go into this matter too deeply.

Instead, he stood up from the throne and walked slowly towards the passage.

The Lord of Blood-killing Prison breathed a sigh of relief and evaporated the cold sweat on his forehead with his magic power.

He also stood up and followed Zong Shen and walked into the passage.

When Zong Shen walked in, he realized that this passage was made of an invisible and colorless material.

The touch is slightly cool.

The divine thoughts cannot be penetrated or placed on them.

I don’t know where the back of this barrier is.

Maybe it is the endless void, or maybe it is the turbulence of time and space, it is impossible to determine.

Walking in the passage, a strange pressure was transmitted from all over the world.

All of my own Taoist magical powers cannot be used.

Only step by step, move forward slowly.

The two of them walked in this dark passage space and didn't know how long they had been away.

Even the thought of time is about to be lost.

Suddenly, the front of me suddenly lit up.

The two of them suddenly appeared in an endless space.

The whole space is bright.

A crystal heart, the size of a giant star, emits pure white light, floating in the center of the space, beating slowly and silently.

Every beat of this heart will rhythmically produce countless powers of hell.

Transported to the entire Blood Killing Prison.

At the same time, the mottled magic power or other impure powers in hell will be extracted and transformed into the origin of hell here.

Every rhythm is the most perfect cycle of power in this world.

Maintain the stability of the power in the Blood-killing Prison.

"Master, this is the blood-killing hell, the origin of the blood-killing hell."

"This beating heart is the creation of the origin of a world."

"Also known as the core of the world!"

The Lord of Blood-killing Prison bowed his head respectfully and introduced.

"Swish!"

Zong Shen moved his body and slowly flew around the huge core of the world, observing.

The divine thought turned into a big net, extending countless tentacles, wanting to spread into the core of the world to find out.

However, the moment his divine thought came into contact with the core of the world, it reacted violently.

Suddenly, it jumped rapidly.

The entire space is filled with the power of rhythm.

The original power that should have been sent out has turned into sharp swords.

It is full of mysterious power, as if even the Tao of heaven and earth can be broken.

He flew towards Zong Shen.

All these changes were extremely sudden.

Even the Blood-killing Prison Master, who is a god-level powerful man, did not react.

He didn't have time to remind him, so he watched the big swords condensed from the original power slashed on Zong Shen's body.

Without any obstacles, he easily passed through Zong Shen's body in an instant.

Then it gradually fades away and disappears into the space.

“Master…Master…”

The voice of the Blood-killing Prison Lord was trembling.

Although I don’t know which kind of master-servant control contract Zong Shen gave him.

But no matter which one it is, it is difficult for the slave to live alone even if the master dies, and there is no accident.

Now, he wishes Zong Shen lived a hundred years of life!

But after a while, I found myself unscathed.

Zong Shen did not move at all, quietly floating in the space, closing his eyes, as if he was quietly thinking about something.

What the Lord of Blood-killing Prison didn't know is.

Those original swords had already flew into the void inside Zong Shen's body.

Condensed into a handful.

This big sword did not cut off the body, but only cut off the soul.

The void in Zong Shen's body was constantly circling, and he was trying to cut off his soul.

If the soul is cut off, all the vitality that this person exists in the world will be extinguished at the same time.
To be continued...
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