The terrifying, blurred black sheep face rushed into the sky.

This is a collision between the characteristics of hell. Any demon-level being that comes here will be instantly assimilated by the "characteristics", or turned into deformed flesh or dissolved into blood.

Or it will turn into a pool of blood and charred flesh.

"Hoo~!"

Facing Baphomet's resistance, Wu Heng, who had transformed into the face of hell in the sky, blew out a breath gently.

The characteristics of the entire bloody hell were concentrated and mobilized. At this moment, his body was hell, and his face was the skull of hell!

The bloody soil of the entire hell kept wriggling, and the blood covering the holy mountain suddenly became thinner, and it seemed that other places had become weaker.

Only in the eye of the wind,
Countless bright red blood spewed out from the mouth of the giant face in the sky, like countless snowflakes and sharp blades, cutting through the space with ghosts howling and wolves howling.
Like a sharp blade of a giant python, it scraped towards Baphomet.

Wu Heng didn't have the patience to get entangled with Bafumi. He had already felt many prying eyes on him, and what he wanted to do was to kill a chicken to scare the monkey.

With this strike, even the soul bricks remaining in the altar were completely decomposed.

This means that it contains not only the power of hell, but also hundreds of millions of soul fragments. Each snowflake is a soul.

And all of these are used as one-time attack methods.

Baphomet's black sheep face was directly blown away, and the scarlet blade swept down without any hindrance.

Baphomet wanted to hide,
The three-dimensional snowflakes on the Holy Mountain suddenly stopped rotating, and the red light that was shooting in other directions went out, aiming at the direction of Baphomet.

The blood-colored light suddenly intensified, and all rushed to Baphomet's body, binding it in place.

rustling!
The extremely bright red blood scraped across Baphomet's body, just like cutting cowhide, and its black skin was gradually torn apart.

Every wound would fly out sparks.

Baphomet was like being caught in a meat grinder. The black plastic shell on his body was chopped into pieces, and the shackles outside his body were ground into iron powder.

The flaming phantom at the junction of the arm and neck was extinguished.

A huge red snow mountain was piled up on the spot. It looked as soft as a cake, but a teeth-grinding stirring sound kept coming from it.

The power contained in it is enough to crush everything.

Wu Heng's huge face in the sky glared, and the snow-capped mountains on the ground gradually split into red ice crystal chains.

In the center of the chain was a hundred-meter-tall pitch-black human skeleton with a sheep's head, which looked like a burnt human body.

In the chest of the skeleton,

A heart like a black charcoal ball is beating continuously, splashing out sparks.

Baphomet was not dead, but Wu Heng had exhausted all of his hellish power and shattered his body.

The hellish blood transformed into a huge chain, which wrapped around the skeleton and passed through it, drilling into its heart amidst a shower of sparks.

Baphomet was completely imprisoned!

Just like when it imprisoned those bloody demons, and even more severely, these chains bound the entire bloody hell together.

At the root of the chain is Wu Heng’s three-dimensional crystal body.

This means that unless the bloody hell is destroyed, Bafomei will have no chance of freedom.

"Since you like it here so much."

"Then you will be imprisoned in the bottom of the Bloody Hell forever, serving as the furnace for hell and providing power to replenish the decomposed Bloody Demon souls."

The giant face in the sky descended to the ground and turned into the two-meter-tall Wu Heng.

He stood in front of the 100-meter-long skeleton tied to death, like a small ant. Under Wu Heng's will, the bloody soil under the skeleton's feet cracked open, like a huge mouth.

The roots of the chains that bound the skeleton slowly retracted into the unknown depths of the giant pit, dragging Baphomet's skeleton into it like a spider catching its prey.

Although the power of Baphomet is completely different from the power of the Blood Hell.

But just like an external charger, as a hell-level Bafomet, it is like a solar power bank, although its power cannot serve as the core of the bloody hell.

But it can maintain some extra daily consumption.

For example: replenishing the blood power of Zhu Er, or providing a new type of flame torture instrument for the blood demons.

As the skeleton disappears,

The surrounding storm slowly dissipated, and the bloody hell returned to its normal state of howling ghosts and wolves.

Wu Heng returned to the top of the Holy Mountain, recuperated for a while, and resurrected all the bloody demons. Then he felt the movement outside the high walls of the Bloody Hell.

Ever since the Garden of Eden was turned into a bloody hell,
The point where the barrier formed by it and the Death Desert in Rukahali, known as the 'Blank Mirror', has disappeared.

If you want to enter hell, you must pass through the portal of bloody hell.

Wu Heng planned to create a 'Key to the Portal of Hell' belonging to the Bloody Hell, just like Leviathan's 'Box of Mourning'.

This is more conducive to the daily work of the blood demon.

And at this time, he felt the breath of the 'Box of Mourning' at the barrier of the Death Desert.

Wu Heng had an idea and wanted to go out to check, but he was still on the top of the holy mountain.

He sighed: "Is that so?"

Yes, ever since he was promoted to the Lord of Hell, he found that there seemed to be a gap between himself and the reality of this plot world.

But just like the reason of 'Baphomet', there was no time to pay attention to it.

Now it's finally confirmed.
That is, he, the 'Lord of the Bloody Hell', is unable to go to the real world of this realm.

Unless he gives up his control over the "Bloody Hell" and becomes the Lord of a Hell without a hell, that is the so-called lowering of one's status.

Becoming a pseudo-lord of hell, just like his previous state.

Wu Heng frowned. He tried to communicate with the tower seal and returned to the Blood Drops Tower. However, the environment flashed before his eyes and he appeared in the tower master's room of the Blood Drops Tower.

"I am still the Lord of Hell, which is the power after returning to the Lighthouse. I have not been affected."

"The only thing that is restricted is the reality of that plot world."

He thought carefully about the plot of that world, and suddenly realized that the real body of the Lord of Hell seemed to have never appeared in reality.

Leviathan is at most a tentacle; the old one is an avatar that appears in reality; Uriel and Baphomet are also pseudo-lords of hell without a "hell".

"Doesn't this mean that the only thing that can appear in this world is my clone?"

"What is the reason for all this? Is it related to the disappearance of God?"

Wu Heng thought of the old man's original body, 'Ouroboros', which seemed to want to pour the Origin Sea back into the real world, and the original body wanted to open a channel to reality.

Does this mean that as long as reality is eroded by the Origin Sea, the Lord of Hell can appear in the reality of the plot world?

Wu Heng's mind moved, and he first returned to the plot world.

At this time, outside the bloody hell, people were being stared at by all kinds of monsters and demons. Although their gazes could not penetrate hell, they were still waiting to see the outcome.

At this time, at the barrier of the 'Desert of Death',
The four Nailheads and five other Hell Monks are standing here. They are here to visit under the will of Leviathan. (End of this chapter)

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