final catastrophe

Chapter 360 43. If the heart is concerned, the knife will be fettered

Xia Ji thought about it.

Even if the second batch of visitors is not the ghostly person, but the first two monks and the next three Taoist priests are obviously human beings
Why can they pass?
He was not reckless, so he began to try his best to recall and analyze.

In the end, the white-haired old man said, "Big things are important, and time is limited."

time is limited?

And the original monk said, "If the Buddha does not exist, how can there be mercy?"

Then think about the origin of Huangquan obtained from that strange crow, "This Huangquan was jointly created by some people from the three veins of corpse, Buddha and Taoism, but that space itself has a huge weirdness, so the sword god please be more careful ".

Then think of the attacks I suffered when I entered the underworld, so fierce and powerful, if it wasn't for myself
I'm afraid I can't resist.

So, how did they get inside safely and unscathed?
And the ghosts of hell ignore them too.
Is there a secret passage?

will not!

How could there be any sideways in the eighteen levels of hell in Huangquan?
The swordsman pondered, resisting the impact of the three consciousnesses in his mind, sporadic memory fragments flashed quickly, he was originally extremely intelligent, but at this moment he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and had a faint understanding.

Maybe someone can open the underworld and give fixed permissions, so they can enter.

Or maybe they're carrying special items.
However, the possibility of the latter is also unlikely, because the rules of space are so powerful, since it is set that the living cannot enter, what items can actually be concealed?

Just as he was contemplating, one of the giant ghost's hands had crushed a creature at will. The creature was howling in pain, but its hand was still tightly clenched, and its palm was getting blacker and blacker. The resentment grew stronger.

He stared at himself and grinned grimly.

The giant ghost threw out the crushed creature at will, and the latter had turned into a bony ghost, climbing and hooking the mountain wall with all four limbs, and then suddenly exerted strength and started running, like a hungry wolf, pounced on the iron tree Swordsman at the entrance to hell.

It seems to feel that one is not enough. .

The gigantic ghost grinned grinningly, and clenched its hands tightly at the same time. During the throw, all the ghosts appeared.

In hell, there is never a shortage of people who are punished, there is never a shortage of resentment, and there is no shortage of evil spirits!
The tide of ghosts roared from top to bottom and from all directions, occupying all the worlds in sight.

The air was almost stagnant, calm.

The naked swordsman hesitated a bit.

His hand clenched the handle of the knife tightly, trying to pull it out, but he was trembling, and he couldn't get out of the sheath no matter what.

He is still injured.

In his mind, the voices of the three parties are still fighting, although they are suppressed by the elixir given by the Taoist nun.
But if you use power rashly, it will inevitably make the dragon in your mind exert its power at the same time as the curse.

In this way, there is a high chance of being possessed again and entering a state of involuntary control.

And at that time, there would be no second Taoist nun to feed him medicine.

He doesn't want to be enchanted.
I don't want to fall down either.

He still has unfinished business.

In the dark, there is still a pair of eyes looking at me, or at everyone, maybe other people can't feel it, but how can I not understand?
The existence that suddenly appeared just now and cursed with evil words is by no means a young weirdness or catastrophe.

It is in the dark, and itself is in the light.

If you act recklessly and are completely noticed, then you are very likely to give up the human form. Of course, you will definitely win in the end, but the ants who are implicated in the confrontation and pursuit may not be so lucky.
And this is what I don't want.

Therefore, the swordsman's knife turned out to be dull.

I care too much, but I can't draw the knife.

If there is concern in the heart, how can the knife not be concerned?
The sword god of Longzangzhou actually took two steps back.

Backing off seemed to take him by surprise.

However, the ghost tide moved forward another twenty steps.

The swordsman took another two steps back, his hands trembling and hesitating.

The ghost tide approached another twenty paces.

Having entered his line of sight, even the thousands of terrifying faces became clear.

Tens of thousands of evil spirits rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed, like a gust of foul-smelling black wind.

Xia Ji began to pant, he gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, and with a flash of his figure, he exited the third level of hell.

And in hell, there was a rumbling vibration.

It seemed to be the ridicule of the giant ghost, laughing loudly.

The ghost tide of Iron Tree Hell seemed to be unable to leave this floor. They stopped at the entrance of the black corridor, piled up into a wall, and looked at the dark side.

After waiting for a while, no one returned.

The giant ghost let out a strange roar, and the ghost tide returned one after another.

The deformed, hundreds of meters high, mountain-like giant ghost continued to throw the sinners who were still coming, while the flesh in its abdomen began to wriggle, and soon two pieces split, turning into two little ghost pawns.

The ghost soldiers led the tide of tens of thousands of ghosts slowly to the depths of Iron Tree Hell, and brought them into the fourth floor "Nie Jing Hell", where they could be re-convicted, reshaped, and then returned to Iron Tree Hell to suffer.

Among the ghost tide, those evil spirits who had bared their teeth and claws before were now as well-behaved as rabbits, not daring to make any noise.

The two ghost soldiers are leading one behind the other.

On the cold stairs between the third level of hell and the second level, Xia Ji was sitting quietly.

He is just a mortal at this time, a swordsman who is worried about being possessed.

He continued to deduce.

I am not afraid of death, how can I be afraid of death if I can walk to the underworld.

If you are afraid of death, then live in Longzangzhou and don't go to sea.

However, he found that he could not draw the knife.

The roar of the dragon in his mind, the curse of Huang Quan, and his own thoughts were arguing endlessly, and his head was about to burst.

if continue
Either die from exhaustion, or completely lose your mind and become a monster who only knows how to slaughter, or just fall here and become one of the countless evil spirits.

He doesn't want to be a swordsman.

The giant ghost on the third floor laughed.

The lonely man slowly took off the gray shirt tied around his waist, and slowly put it on.

This dress was given by a little girl with a hunchback.

"All evil does not invade, when you can't move forward, wear it."

Now is the time.

The swordsman looked serious.

I can't help but think of the sinners pierced by the blade in the Iron Tree Hell.
Was she among the punished sinners?

If she is here, then what is the me who is still stagnant?
What kind of man is he who sees his wife suffering but cannot save him?
If someone can see his scene at this time, they can find some changes.

Just after Xia Ji put on the gray coat, a layer of dark red air mask emerged around his body, spread out and stretched out.

Those who know the goods must be able to understand that this dark red gas mask is a strange power that can only be produced by the blessings of the big monsters. Different big monsters may give different types of blessings, and this one is obviously biased towards the "quiet" side.

When the swordsman put on this dress, the remaining red in his pupils was completely extinguished, but it was not annihilation, but depression.

The roar of the dragon in his mind, and the sound of Huang Quan's curse also weakened a lot.

"Huh" the lonely man exhaled lightly, the collar of his shirt was open, revealing his wild chest muscles like a cheetah.

"I am coming."

he said quietly.

Iron tree hell.

The giant ghost is still performing the same work for thousands of years, arresting people, humiliating them, throwing them on iron trees, letting them bleed to death, and cleaning up the corpses after death.

The iron tree hell is very wide, except for the west facing the second floor, the rest of the east and north and south will be boundless iron trees.

As for where to throw it, it depends entirely on the giant ghost's mood.

(End of this chapter)