The power of the sixth-order black and white impermanence is very great in the Netherworld Underworld, these guys not only have high mana, but also have the private right to deal with the chaos of the soul. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Just now, Zhu Yilong went on a killing spree on Huangquan Road, and these two sixth-order black and white impermanences didn't ask Zhu Yilong what the reason was, and directly blasted it down to the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer.

It seems that they treat Zhu Yilong as a ghost of rebellion, and they don't bother to listen to the other party's reasons at all.

"Lao Bai, you are too impulsive, this guy is killing on the Huangquan Road, we shouldn't let it go to the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer, it would be bad if His Holiness knew." Not long after Zhu Yilong's soul fell off the cliff behind him, Hei Wuchang suddenly felt that the punishment of Zhu Yilong's soul was a bit excessive, and began to complain about Bai Wuchang beside him.

"Lao Hei, you are too kind in your heart." Bai Wuchang hung his long scarlet tongue and turned to Hei Wuchang and said, "You can't be soft on dealing with the ghost who is too angry just now, you must let it know the rules of the Netherworld as soon as possible, otherwise you will take the Huangquan Road, and it will not turn the sky after crossing the Nai He Bridge, besides, the Venerable has been practicing penance all the year round, it will not manage these trivial matters, wait a minute, let that guy taste the bitterness of the Sword Mountain and the Sea of Fire in the eighteenth layer of hell, we will take it to the Netherworld." ”

"I just felt a breath of cultivation from its soul, maybe that guy was a cultivator ghost catcher when he was alive." Black impermanence.

"It doesn't matter who it was in life, as long as it sets foot on Huangquan Road, it will be a dead person." Bai Wuchang said in a very stern tone, "Here, if it is a dragon, it must be obediently coiled, and if it is a tiger, it must lie down obediently, otherwise it will be hard to eat enough in the eighteenth layer of hell." ”

The power of black and white impermanence is very large, but they can only make Zhu Yilong suffer in the eighteenth layer of hell, but they don't dare to detain it far away in the eighteenth layer of hell, and they don't dare to let Zhu Yilong's soul completely scatter in the eighteenth layer of hell, because the underworld is not black and white impermanence after all.

There are also Yin and Yang Judges and the Ten Hall Yama King in charge, not to mention the sixth-order black-and-white impermanence, even the seventh-order black-and-white impermanence does not dare to make a person's ghost scatter without permission.

Otherwise, their fate in the Netherworld will not be any better, and life will definitely not be mixed.

"Help!" The black and white impermanence on the Huangquan Road is chatting non-stop, and Zhu Yilong's soul under the cliff is still falling down, as if this cliff has no end.

As the soul fell, Zhu Yilong suddenly felt that the temperature below was gradually rising, and after falling a few hundred meters, Zhu Yilong's soul clothes had all been burned to ashes by the high temperature.

And its soul and skin were all roasted red by the fire of the eighteen layers of hell, as if it was about to crack.

"Ah......h

Zhu Yilong could hear the screams under the cliff, and Zhu Yilong's soul just glanced down, and there was a sea of red below.

There are many souls in the ocean that are constantly rolling, howling in pain, and many small knives are flying in the middle of the ocean, as long as there are souls jumping out of the ocean, there are countless knives cutting and piercing all parts of the souls and ghosts, and it seems that below is the eighteen-layer hell of the sea of fire knife mountain.

Those souls were burned and roasted by the sea of fire, pierced and cut by the mountain of knives, and apart from the boundless suffering, the souls showed no sign of being scattered.

It seems that the Netherworld wants to punish these souls, make them suffer boundless pain, make them completely good, and then consider not giving them a chance to be reincarnated.

All the ghosts who were tortured in the eighteenth layer of hell in the Netherworld must be some murderers and other great evil people who have done all the bad things.

"No, Lao Tzu is a cultivator, and he can't go to the eighteenth layer of hell with you." The high temperature that came up below Zhu Yilong's soul was very unbearable, and it didn't dare to imagine how miserable it would be if he also went to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Now Zhu Yilong's soul hates black and white impermanence in his heart, and he knocks himself down without asking anything, which is too arbitrary, isn't it, Lao Tzu must take revenge on you when he goes out, and let you kneel in front of Lao Tzu and slap yourself to repent and forgive your sins.

If the monstrous hatred could kill the black and white impermanence, then the sixth-order black and white impermanence that knocked Zhu Yilong down the eighteenth layer of hell would not know how many times he had died.

But boundless hatred doesn't seem to be of much use except for making oneself more embarrassed and angry, and it can't make the opponent lose a hair.

So now what Zhu Yilong's soul has to do is to think about how to get out of danger, if he completely falls into the eighteenth layer of hell below, Zhu Yilong's soul will no longer want to suffer.

But on three sides was an impenetrable cloud-like color, and on the other side was a bare cliff, for a while, Zhu Yilong really didn't know what method to use to get out of the danger of falling into the eighteenth layer of hell.

Could it be true that he would admit defeat like this, waiting for his soul to suffer under the eighteenth layer of hell, and waiting for the two sixth-order black and white impermanence to come down and fish himself up.

This is too embarrassing, looking at the bare cliffs, Zhu Yilong really felt desperate.

"Hey, what the hell?" The falling soul of Zhu Yilong was suddenly blocked by something A small part of his body, and after dancing a few heels in mid-air, he continued to fall.

Zhu Yilong's soul looked back and looked up, and a Bodhi tree with a thick bowl mouth grew on the cliff he had just fallen, and Zhu Yilong's soul was knocked over by the trunk of the Bodhi tree.

"Lao Tzu is unwilling, the universe is boundless, and the golden fire is boundless." As soon as Zhu Yilong's mind moved, he immediately released an infinitely extended Qiankun Golden Flame Rope in his hand and swept towards the Bodhi tree on the cliff.

The Qiankun Golden Rope automatically tied a knot after wrapping around the thick trunk of the Bodhi Tree a few times, and with the straightening of the Qiankun Golden Rope, Zhu Yilong's soul finally did not continue to fall.

Looking at the Fire Sea Knife Mountain below, Zhu Yilong's heart was beating for a while, if he fell dozens of meters, Zhu Yilong would touch the Sword Mountain hanging in the air.

If he was cut and pierced by countless knife mountains, it would be impossible for Zhu Yilong to fall into the sea of fire if he didn't want to.

"It's better to get up there quickly." Zhu Yilong was like a spider collecting silk webs, quickly climbing up with the Qiankun Golden Fire Rope.

Now it can't care about why the Bodhi tree trunk on the cliff is constantly burning it, and why its soul has lost the ability to fly and penetrate the wall in an instant after being beaten down by black and white impermanence on the eighteenth layer of hell, it seems that these are all calculated by the Netherworld. (To be continued.) )