final catastrophe

Chapter 358 41. The Curse of the Bad Words
Four years of life and death, without thinking, never forgetting.

Thousands of miles of graves, nowhere to be bleak.

Even if we meet, we should not know each other.

Tears all over the face, temples like frost.

"Kill kill kill!!"

Maybe it was sadness that caused the magic to invade more.

The next moment, the red-eyed swordsman raised his head, and more than a dozen black tornadoes formed behind him.

The tornado turned into a snake, and countless black snakes swam out, devouring millions of suffering souls in an instant.

Hell empties.

He turned around desolately, his face was distorted, his veins were exposed, his back was desolate, and the hell behind him was empty.

Walking forward in a numb manner, forgetting the time, the swordsman's heart became more and more chaotic, and his evil thoughts almost broke through his entire head, about to burn from every pore.

If someone saw him here, they would definitely be shocked.

This personable and elegant No. [-] Swordsman is actually like a devil at this time, with countless black snakes circling around, countless snake heads, or black flames bursting out of his pores.

It makes him seem to have stepped out of the ink of wild grass, arrogant and extremely evil.

The second layer of hell.

A figure wrapped in ink, like a burning black light, shuttled rapidly, but pulled out blossoming flames and splashed out a little spark.

It's finally over.

Obviously he is very fast, but it is still like a year.

Every second with him is suffering.

One step further, there are steps.

However, from another perspective, one more end, wouldn't it mean one less hope.

Who said Qingying must be here?

But the swordsman had no choice, he stepped on the steps.

Suddenly, an indescribable gaze looked at him, that gaze traveled through time and space, through dimensions, and pierced the soul, like a god looking down on an ant, with great majesty and terror.

His eyes fixed on the red-eyed swordsman.

A great terror descended, as if it was about to press the fragile person to bow his knees and kneel to the ground.

Is this punishment for slaughtering hell?
That power was like thousands of mountains weighing heavily on his back.

But, the devil, never surrender.

The sword god will not kneel down.

Spiritual thoughts and demonic thoughts unexpectedly united the front when this foreign enemy invaded, causing the man with the knife to look up at the sky proudly, and stared at the extremely terrifying existence.

But the extremely coercive gaze gradually turned cold, as if it was a cold snort.

The whole sky collapsed and fell on the man's shoulders.

"Mouth."

He clenched his teeth so that even his gums were exposed, his face distorted and flushed.

I will not kneel!
I will never kneel!

I am the number one sword god, Xia Ji!

Not only did he not kneel, but he even slowly touched the knife with his right hand, climbing up step by step like a snail.

go out! !
The sound of curses shouted in bad words suddenly exploded in the swordsman's mind.

This language was formed during the ancient Baig period, and it is the "Mandarin" used by those beings at the top of the food chain.

The swordsman suddenly smelled an inexplicable fragrance in his nose.

Perhaps his consciousness was a little fuzzy. When he looked up at the void, a trace of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Maybe, he thought of the side dishes fried by his wife
The bad word curse suddenly broke into the swordsman's mind, and when it came suddenly, he realized that he was not the first one to enter.

The evil dragon roared, discovered it at the same time as the swordsman's own consciousness, and fought against it.

In this way, an extremely delicate balance is formed.

But the pain has increased tenfold.

The Legendary No. [-] God of Swordsman in Longzangzhou already looked numb, as if he had lost his soul.

At the same time, the black flames that sprang out from his pores were one foot higher, and he seemed to be bathed in black fire, holding a knife.

The red pupils are like flames, carrying an indescribable madness.

"Ahhh!" Xia Ji roared angrily, with a painful expression on his face.

But he still seems to be holding on, using the knife as a pillar, he still wants to hold on.

Fortunately, that existence seemed to be scruples about something, and it just disappeared with a word of instruction.

The swordsman finally couldn't bear it any longer, and after howling in pain, he fell dizzy in pain.

But even if he fainted, the black flames on his body were burning all the time, and the occasional flames were the corpse-eating crows, or every resentful soul that had just died.

i can't die
i can't die
Even in his sleep, the swordsman was still talking to himself.

I do not know how long it has been.

His fingers moved, as if waking up in a torrential rain.

The shirtless upper body is clinging to the icy cold, this is the ground of hell, it is extremely cloudy, and it is the place where all the cold air gathers.

But there are still sixteen floors, and the dark spring hidden in the deepest part.

That's where the real horror lies.

His eyelashes moved, but his hand still held the knife and did not let go.

Suddenly, there were footsteps in the distance behind him.

Neither slow nor urgent, neither fast nor slow.

And the sound of a string of beads turning.

"Brother Shikong, there is a benefactor." A voice without any emotion came.

The beads were still spinning, but no one answered.

"Brother Shi Kong, don't stop, time is running out, we need to reach the deepest point as soon as possible."

The voice sounded again.

And the beads are still being moved one by one.

"My Buddha is merciful, how can I see death without saving?"

A voice responded.

"Here is hell. People who come here are already dead. How can we save them? Only by finding great opportunities can we save more people in the world."

"Brother Shiru, I, Buddha, is merciful, and I must save him."

The sound of the beads turning resounded above Xia Ji's head.

"This is a Taoist, and he has become a demon."

Shiru's voice.

"Even the devil, he can put down the butcher's knife. If he puts down the butcher's knife, he can become a Buddha. I still want to save him."

The sound of release.

After saying that, Xia Ji felt someone bent down, and he felt a burst of Buddha's light wantonly spread out.

At this moment, Nashiru suddenly said: "If the Buddha does not exist, how can there be mercy?"

At the point of the horoscope, that Shi Kong stopped still.

He closed his eyes, neither sad nor happy, just said: "The evil returns to me, let's go to the Tathagata."

After silently reciting a few Buddhist scriptures, the two monks ignored the felled swordsman and went straight down to the third floor.

They hurried.

It's just that the eight words they said "If the Buddha doesn't exist, how can there be mercy" are circling in Xia Ji's mind. It seems that something big has happened in Huangquan.

At least the realm of these two monks is half a step of myth, but this half step is an extremely distant half step
Those who have passed five reincarnations are all half-step myths.

However, there are only a handful of human beings who can achieve the mythical realm, and there are not many people in the long civilization.

Even more, they would settle for the next best thing and become false gods.

The swordsman was dying, but still lying on his stomach.

He was double stimulated, his sanity had long been unclear, and his mind was in a mess.

It seems that the three parties are in a melee.

First, 36 evil dragons.

Second, the shock of the strange existence in the underworld.

Third, the swordsman's own will.

He persisted hard, telling himself, reminding himself, no matter what, at least he must save her, save her.

This is the purpose of my coming here, and I can give everything for it.

why?
No reason?
Because, she is a wife.

is family.

(End of this chapter)