"Uh...... Ah......h

A beam of colored streamer flew out of Wang Mu's fingers and directly submerged into Professor Jia's eyebrows, and then, Professor Jia's scattered body began to spasm violently, his head drooped directly behind his back because of a broken neck, and the back of his head was almost attached to his back, and his blood-dripping eyes widened to the maximum, his eyes were bursting, his face was full of blue tendons, and his open mouth was almost torn, and he let out a heart-rending scream!

And in this terrifying scream, Professor Jia's eyebrows were flooded with black gas, and immediately, wisps of black souls that were exactly the same as him flew out of his eyebrows, like uprooted tree trunks, and they were pulled away little by little.

In an instant, the three souls and seven spirits, a total of ten blurred figures condensed by black qi were all withdrawn, and after the last strand of soul left the body, Professor Jia's body also stopped spasming, and completely fell to the ground, no longer moving.

In the sky above the classroom, the vague figure of ten black qi condensed neatly formed a circle, and Wang Mu stood on the ground below the center of this circle.

It's really hell, it's still a ghost!

Yu Xin was still immersed in the peace brought by the colorful Buddha power just now, at this time she felt her bones numb, and her heart was cold, if it weren't for the Buddha power around her, she would probably faint like Wang Erxiao.

It's terrifying!

Looking at the ten black and steaming souls, Yu Xin's face turned pale with fright, and she felt that her soul was about to go out of her body.

The souls are generally dark green, but those whose colors are too dark are abnormal, and this Professor Jia's three souls and seven spirits are obviously full of yin and ferocity, which is the result of many evils.

The ten black shadows were suspended motionless in the air, their eyes were dull, and the three souls and seven spirits were all separated, and they naturally lost all consciousness.

Wang Mu raised his head and looked indifferently at the chest of the ten black shadows, and there was a touch of colorful brilliance circulating on the black steaming chest, which finally condensed into a small swastika mark.

This is the edict of the sinful soul of Buddhism.

All souls that have been sealed by the Guilty Soul Edict will pass through a special passage and directly enter another terrifying cage beyond the eighteen layers of hell...... Prison Hell!

The prison soul hell is in charge of the strong people of Buddhism, and there is a strong Buddha power in it throughout the ages, and those who have impure souls will automatically be eroded and purified by the Buddha power, and their pain is no less than peeling skin and cramps, and the more evil the soul, the more intense the pain they suffer.

Of course, it is impossible to escape.

Unless one day, there are no more evil thoughts in the soul, it is possible to be a new person!

The odds are slim. There is a legend in the allusions of Buddhism, thousands of years ago, a strong man who penetrated the heavens and the earth fell into the devil's way, blood stained the sky and the earth, the three realms and six realms, and was extremely cruel, and then was destroyed by the gods and Buddhas, and the soul was given a guilty soul edict and trapped in the hell of the imprisoned soul.

If this legend is true, it will be thousands of years until now, and this soul will still not be able to see the light of day, but the horror of this hell is definitely the best place to punish the wicked.

Also, as a disciple of Buddhism, the Buddhist Soul Edict cannot be used casually, if the soul who enters the prison soul hell does not commit enough crimes to meet the standard of the Soul Edict, then the person who uses it will definitely be punished by the Buddha, and the consequences will be very serious.

Wang Mu is not worried about this, Professor Jia, a beast in his eyes, has cheapened him with the edict of the guilty soul.

Until all the colorful swastikas on the chests of the ten black shadows were successfully condensed, the void above the classroom trembled, revealing an even darker void, and the void seemed to have a special gravitational force spinning, inhaling the ten black shadows into it one after another.

The black hole-like void gradually dissipated, eventually returning to normal space.

At the same time, there was a slight movement outside the Prison Soul Hell Gate under the eighteen layers of hell in the underworld.

In the boundless and quiet darkness, there is a circle of round golden light flashing, the golden light presents a circular halo, in the halo, a Bodhisattva is sitting in a precarious position, his eyes are slightly closed, the treasure is extremely solemn, it is the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth.

Lying beside him was a huge beast that looked like a dog but not a dog, with a dragon body and a lion tail and a tiger head, and its appearance was very shocking.

Suddenly, the white ears of the Hearing Beast suddenly stood up, and then it opened its huge eyes, and the golden light added two golden beams of light to the boundless darkness.

At the same time, the King of the Earth Bodhisattva also opened his eyes, and there were no waves in the ancient wells under his eyes, as if the stars of the universe were hidden.

An even darker void appeared in the dark sky, and the void slowly rotated, and ten black figures fell in turn, which was the soul of Professor Jia, who had been edicted by Wang Mu to commit the sinful soul of Buddhism.

"It's a sin soul edict. Amitabha. Huh?" King Jizo sighed in a low voice, but suddenly frowned, and his gaze fell on the colorful swastika on the chest of the ten souls.

The Buddha power of Buddhism is mostly golden, and only when the Buddha is cultivated to the realm of all the emptiness can he manifest the seven-colored Buddha power, and the Buddha power in the colorful swastika in front of him is very weak, and it is obviously not done by the Buddha himself.

The King of Jizo was puzzled, his eyes did not move, and everything around him remained silent.

Since it was not done by the Buddha himself, who else has this colored Buddha power? Isn't it Buddha power? But it is clearly condensed into the sign of the edict of the guilty soul, how can it not be Buddha power?

......After a while, a voice like a morning bell came, lingering, instantly resounding throughout the darkness, it was the voice of King Jizo, but he did not open his mouth.

Di Ting's tall figure stood up, his huge eyes staring at the ten colorful swastikas, and listening intently.

"Roar......" After a long time, Di listened and turned around, the beast's eyes showed very humane grievances, and its huge head shook, indicating that it could not hear the origin of this colorful Buddha power.

King Jizo was silent again, and he couldn't even hear the existence of the truth, which was too mysterious.

"Could it be ......" After a while, King Jizo's empty eyes flashed, and he stopped talking.

In an instant, his treasure returned to his usual solemn and quiet, and the golden halo behind him shook, and Professor Jia's ten evil souls merged together, along with the sin soul edict on his chest.

"What kind of place is this?" Professor Jia regained consciousness and exclaimed as he looked at the vast darkness.

"This is the nineteenth layer of hell, the hell of the soul. "King Jizo is calm and loud, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, and his voice comes without any emotional fluctuations.

"Prison Soul Hell?" ......Professor Jia's soul gasped, and fierce fear appeared in his eyes, he didn't know why, but he just felt that the four words of Prison Soul Hell were extremely terrifying.

He couldn't see the Dharma of King Jizo, and he was not qualified to see it, and everywhere he saw was darkness.

"Guilty soul, you have lost your life in the mortal world, you have been unbridled and wicked, and you have left the soul of others, and you should suffer from this soul of imprisonment, and if you can one day cleanse your heart of evil desires, you can leave this place. ”

Lang Lang's Sanskrit voice continued to come, and as he spoke, Professor Jia's soul moved involuntarily, like floating in the wind, flying in a direction in the darkness.

"Don't, don't, ah......"

A golden point of light suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness, the point of light became larger and larger, and the golden light became more and more abundant, and Professor Jia, who was illuminated by the solemn Buddha, screamed miserably, as painful as ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

In the end, Professor Jia's soul was completely swallowed by the golden light and entered another dimension.

The golden light vanished, and the gates of the Prison Soul Hell returned to its usual quiet and darkness.

In the golden halo, the Jizo King Baoxiang was silent, as if he was pondering something, and after a moment, he disappeared into the darkness along with the seated Diding.

At the same time, the remaining eighteen layers of hell in front of the Dharma Phases of the Jizo King and the Truth Hearing clones all disappeared, and the nineteen Dharma phases clones were one, piercing through the void and appearing in the Western Bliss Spirit Mountain Realm!

And in the hell of the imprisoned soul, in the golden light in his eyes, Professor Jia, who was covered with black gas, was suffering from the pain of the erosion of Buddha power, and he was heartbreaking.

But in this ubiquitous golden light, in addition to Professor Jia, who was dressed in black qi, there was another existence, which was also a soul, but it looked much more condensed than Professor Jia, like flesh and blood.

He was naked, a pair of loose black pants on the bottom, his muscles were like steel, he sat in the golden light, his face was as cold as iron, his long hair was tied behind his head, like an ancient hairstyle, and a black swastika at the center of his eyebrows was steaming black and red all the time, and the breath touched the golden light around him, making a burst of sneering sounds.

Professor Jia couldn't see the existence of this soul, but this soul stared straight at Professor Jia's chest.

He was looking at the colorful swastika under Wang Mu's seal, although his spiritual power was not strong, but it made this steely man slightly moved.

"Huh...... Haha......" Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and laughed, the black swastika on his eyebrows was full of blood, and the entire prison soul hell was in turmoil, and the supreme sound made Professor Jia's three souls and seven spirits almost disperse.

"He's back! I knew that even if the sky fell and the vicissitudes of the sea would not stop him from reappearing! haha......"

His almost maniacal laughter was full of monstrous demonism......

In the classroom, Wang Muzheng looked at Professor Jia who died in the corner, his heart suddenly trembled, and an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart, as if something tugged at his heartstrings.

"Rub, Master said that when he is emotional, his heart will also move, damn, I won't really fall in love with that Duan Yixue, right?"

"Damn, how could I like her?" shook his head, he didn't think much about it anymore, and then turned to look at Yuxin behind him.

Yu Xin was also looking at Wang Mu, although she also believed that there were no wonders in the world, but everything just now still made her difficult to digest. She used to believe that people have souls and that there are gods in this world, so that she could explain some wonderful things, but when all this suddenly appeared in front of her, she was still a little unacceptable.

And the handsome junior in front of him, is this still the junior who just transferred?

"Wang Mu, you ...... This ......" Yu Xin was full of surprise, but she didn't know where to start.

Wang Mu smiled and nodded, stood in front of his chest with one hand, and said softly: "Amitabha, the poor monk has a precept, and he is a member of the Buddhist sect, and he is here to subdue this evil obstacle. ”