The Ten Halls of Yama, that is really a legendary god, is said to be the ghost god who is in charge of the underworld in the underworld, sitting in the Ten Palaces, enshrined the ghost king, ruling the boundless underworld, and the top god who is in charge of the reincarnation of all beings.

Unlike those little gods who made Ye Han unable to call his name, this is the immortal god who has really fallen into the title in the record of the gods of heaven and earth, and the divine power is passed on by word of mouth in the world, and it is the existence of a god who has long been sealed.

If it weren't for the peerless divine might, how could he command the boundless underworld, edict thousands of ghosts and gods, and sit in the eighteen purgatory.

However, what really frightened Ye Han was not the ten ten ghosts and gods who ruled the underworld, but the figures on the throne they faced like stars and moons.

The Ten Halls of Yama, even if it is prestigious, the appearance at this time is still the body of the jade god statue. Although the figures contained immeasurable divinity, they finally exuded an emerald jade luster.

And the figure on the pitch-black throne didn't look like a god at all, whether it was his white complexion or his black hair that was spread out, it was the same as an ordinary person.

Even Ye Han sensed a little flesh and blood in his body, and looking at the black-haired man who was like a fake sleep, Ye Han couldn't help but show horror on his face.

This is also the jade statue of the god worshiped by the Jade God Sect?

This is probably a living deity!

Ye Han's face was cloudy, and he sensed the increasingly heavy divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, holding his body to resist this pressure, and wanted to stand up.

Cold Ice True Yuan, Gathering Spirit Dao Body, Protecting Body Galaxy, Taiji Xuantu......

The many magical powers that Ye Han had cultivated along the way manifested at this moment, supporting his body and slowly gaining a firm foothold under this pressure.

Ye Han was already difficult to deduce what level of martial arts this coercion could be compared to, at this time, all his mind was resisting this terrifying divine might, and he couldn't deduce anything at all.

The green tendons on Ye Han's body burst out, like small snakes, climbing on top of his body, fine blood beads seeping out from his pores, mixed with sweat dripping to the ground.

A cloud of blood mist burst out of his body, and the fine color of blood instantly stained his white robe. If he hadn't gritted his teeth and never wailed, I'm afraid that this intense pain would have been enough for him to subconsciously bite the tip of his tongue.

Speaking of which, in fact, Ye Han was unlucky. The Xuanmen Tianzun system, as a sect system, was really limited in the amount of help that it could give to Ye Han before the sect was established.

Although it seems that after the awakening of the system, Ye Han's cultivation has increased a lot, but most of this is actually obtained by himself in the process of exploration, and the guidance given to him by the system is really limited.

And Ye Han, as a reincarnated person, although he has an unheard of calculation technique that the world has never heard of, it does not help him much in the martial arts realm, and even because of his peerless body, it also delays the best time for him to practice martial arts.

The persecution of the system task is really too hasty, if Ye Han is given another year to improve himself, then in the face of this crisis, he will at least not be so passive.

But now is not the time for Ye Han to sigh. The terrifying coercion was falling on his body, and the black halo also shrouded his sea of consciousness.

This soul-destroying power seems to be much stronger than before.

In fact, in the eyes of ordinary martial artists, this power of soul punishment is far more difficult than the coercion in heaven and earth.

Give him ten years, no matter what kind of talent a martial artist is, he can refine his physical body, even if he uses water grinding kung fu, it is enough to cast a treasure body.

But the soul is different, no matter how powerful the body is, the soul is always fragile. Not only is it difficult to refine, it has been traumatized, and it is even more difficult to recover.

If you are not careful, you are in danger of being scattered.

For martial artists, the soul cultivation has reached a certain level, even if the physical body is broken, it may be possible to go out of the body and be born. But if the soul is broken, even if the physical body is cultivated to a martial artist, I am afraid that the soul will only be scattered and reduced to the path of the walking dead.

It's just that for Ye Han, his soul power is really far beyond his cultivation realm.

Let's not mention that the time when he was blessed by misfortune in Falling Cold City and returned to the Yuan by the system for him to refine his soul made his soul power skyrocket. Just being a human being in two lives brought him a complete soul transformation.

Therefore, in that black light, although Ye Han's sea of knowledge was shaking, the dark luster did not completely obscure the divine brilliance in his sea of knowledge. Although the pain in his soul is still indelible, at least Ye Han's mind is still awake.

It was only when he staggered towards the other end of the altar that among the jade statues of the gods, one of the statues arranged at the end of the left side slowly trembled.

Black lines slowly emerged from the jade-colored statue of the god, extending from the god's eyebrows and hearts to the wind pool at the bottom of his feet.

A rich black light poured out from the black lines, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the layer of jade-like jade. And on the robe of the god statue, the dragon pattern tattooed slowly emerged at this moment.

The jet-black light instantly bloomed, and in the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped this jade statue, and with a dragon roar, a golden divine dragon slowly emerged in the black luster.

When all the black light converged, the statue carved like jasper had completely lost the luster of jadeite, and turned into a black-robed old man wearing a divine crown, a jade crown hanging down, and a golden divine dragon surrounding his body.

The golden dragon let out a slight dragon roar, and as it swam around his body, it slowly enveloped his body, and finally merged into his robe, turning into a lifelike golden dragon pattern.

The old man's gray hair was tucked behind his head by the crown of Pingtian on his head, and under that layer of beads, a pair of indifferent pupils with a little lifeless aura slowly opened.

At this moment, the wind and clouds changed, and the surging black gas turned into a sea of fog waves, sweeping the world.

In the darkness, within the black wave, a huge roulette wheel slowly emerged, and there were six whirlpools in the roulette wheel, which was as black as ink and did not know where it led.

The huge roulette wheel stood behind the old man, and between the slow turns, it seemed that there were powerful ghosts coming from all directions!

Ten halls of Yama, the king of the wheel!

Six reincarnation discs!