"The fairy sword has a spirit, even if the heart is dead, let all beings know its sorrow......," I also sighed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But soon, I won't cry for the mallet sword, or a good one to find the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth to retrieve the hall list, and return to the yang to set up a hall and go out of the house, it will soon become the legend of Sword and Fairy.

"I think that with this sword, we may not have to kill evil ghosts all the time, and we can also pass through the eighteen layers of hell to see the Jizo King Bodhisattva!"

That's right, we're hooked!

In the last six layers of hell, the demons are indeed very powerful, and there is even another strong ghost king. But no matter what kind of evil ghost it is, I just point the mallet at him, and secretly luck the mana:

"Tease! flirt!"

As soon as he was teased, he cried and grabbed the ground, and he couldn't help himself. When those demons were tired of crying and remembered us, I had gone through several hells with the green ghosts.

"Chang Liu, Hei Ye asked you to bring this sword, and sure enough, it's right! Use it to point at whoever is crying, it's not easy for us to pass through the first floor when we kill evil ghosts, use it to point casually, we'll be to the eighteenth layer so soon!"

I nodded, but I couldn't help but think of that day, Hei Ye handed over the mallet sword with a dead heart to Hu Sanye, and Hu Sanye casually threw it away when he left.

A sword made by a true immortal, even if the heart is dead, is it really good to throw it everywhere like this?

"Hey, Changliu, what do you think?"

"It's nothing, I'm a little stunned......"

In my moments, we have come to the eighteenth level of hell.

There are two folk theories about the eighteenth layer of hell. One is that the eighteenth layer is a knife and saw hell, where the evil spirits who abducted and sold women and children in their lifetime are sawed vertically from the middle, which is very terrifying, and the other is the theory circulating in the metaphysical circles that the eighteenth layer of hell does not have any formal punishment, and the ghosts will suffer eternal loneliness here - real scruples.

However, Mr. Niu used a spell to shield the ghosts in the hell, so we didn't have the opportunity to see with our own eyes what the eighteenth layer of hell was like. I'm sure no one wants to see it either.

But for one thing, the eighteenth layer of Hell is a bit cold, as there is no Hellfire here.

We walked along the path of light, and in a blink of an eye, we had already passed through most of the eighteen layers of hell, and in the process, we did not encounter a single demon, and it seemed that the eighteenth layer of hell was indeed different from the other.

As we walked, we saw a man standing on the path of light in front of us - a woman.

She was slender and wore a cool leather armor, her skin was as red as fire, her red hair was tied up with a black rope behind her head, and her face was stunning and charming.

I also noticed that there was a short knife hanging from her waist.

"Dare to ask your Excellency who it is, the two of us just want to see the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and please make a way for us. ”

I politely said to the female ghost in front of me. Because she doesn't look like a demon, and she is beautiful and well-equipped. None of the demons we had ever met had a knife, and she had not only a knife but also a bikini-like leather armor.

The most important thing is that the evil spirits are all blood-red, and there is no mind constantly tossing and turning the day of peace. And not only are her eyes clear, but she can also stand there honestly. Although her clear eyes were so cold.

"Is that you, who want to see the Bodhisattva?" she said, her voice as cold as her eyes.

As soon as I heard it, this eldest sister meant to know the Bodhisattva, and I didn't dare to slack off and respectfully bowed and said:

"It's us. Because something had fallen on the Bodhisattva before, I came to see the Bodhisattva and ask for it back. However, the road to Yin Mountain was blocked by the ghost of vain death, so we took the risk of walking through the eighteen layers of hell. ”

I gave the glaucoma a look and asked him how I was doing, after all, he had a lot more contact with ghosts than I did. The Qingguang ghost gave me a thumbs up and said: Not humble or arrogant.

However, the eldest sister did not mean to give way, she said:

"In other words, it is you who make the ghosts of the last seven layers of hell cry and howl, and their anger increases greatly?"

I was stunned for a moment, but when I thought about it, I really made those evil spirits cry, so I nodded:

"Yes...... But this is not important, please make a way for us to meet the Bodhisattva. ”

The red-haired elder sister nodded, her face expressionless, as if it wasn't a big deal for me to stir up the last seven layers of hell to cry and howl. But she still stood firmly in the middle of the path of light, with no intention of getting out of the way.

I was a little impatient and said:

"What do you mean?"

The red-haired elder sister said:

"Go back, the merit is not enough, the Jizo King Bodhisattva does not want to see you. ”

After saying that, the red-haired eldest sister closed her eyes directly and ignored us.

Just when I was frowning, wondering who she was, the Qingguang Ghost couldn't help it, and raised the Qingguang attack and said:

"What are you dragging, we haven't seen any evil ghosts along the way, get out of the way for me!"

As he spoke, the blue light ghost carried a large piece of green light and threw himself in front of the red-haired eldest sister like a knife. And just when his blue light was about to touch the corner of the red-haired eldest sister's clothes, she opened her eyes.

There was no trace of panic in her eyes, only a contemptuous sneer on the corner of her mouth.

I know that it's going to be a big deal, and the people who are obviously related to the Bodhisattva between their words, how can the Qingguang Ghost dare to go up and fight directly? Okay, it's all bad taught by the black master, and it's too late for me to stop him.

I only saw the red-haired eldest sister pull out the scimitar at her waist, and then the cold light flashed, and at that moment it seemed to illuminate the entire eighteenth layer of hell, empty, but there was an empty horror from the bottom of people's hearts.

After the cold light passed, the blue light ghost had already flown back to me, his face blue and trembling. I looked at him and gasped.

The blue light on his body was not damaged in the slightest, and the place where it should have been his hands was empty......

The ghost is originally a mass of free energy with three souls and seven spirits as the core, unless a big ghost of Zhong Kui's level can divide the image of the ghost, otherwise cutting them will also recover instantly, which is meaningless.

But the red-haired eldest sister did it, and the broken hands of the blue light ghost have not been restored for a long time.

But this didn't seem to be the real reason for the fear, the blue ghost widened his eyes, pointed at the red-haired eldest sister with a broken wrist, and stammered:

"Ah...... Pander to...... Asura ......"

Isn't this one of the six realms dedicated to killing, and it is said that beings in the asura path live extremely long lives and have to suffer the pain of killing for a lifetime, and cannot be liberated...... The more you kill, the longer the pain, and eternal life.

Is this red-haired sister the legendary Asura?

I want to tell her that she is a good man and spares her life, and that there is something to discuss.

But before I could say anything, she pressed her hand on the dagger and said very contemptuously:

"If I want to fight, I want to fight a thousand times more than you!"

As she said this, her clear eyes were stained with a faint layer of blood.

"If you can hurt me, let you go!"

She pulled out the dagger and said.