Scissors hell.

Hao Jian remembered some discourse about scissors hell.

In the yang world, if a woman's husband dies young, she is considered a widow, and if someone instigates her to remarry, or if she is dragged to another thread, then the person who holds the thread will be sent to the hell of scissors when he dies, and the ghost will cut off your ten fingers.

Thinking of this, Hao Jian couldn't help but sneer.

The common feelings of men and women lovers can't be restrained in the yang world, but it's ridiculous to be subject to these rules and regulations when they die!

couldn't help but feel a little angry.

But he still looked down with great charm, the person who was restrained by the ghost.

"Could it be that she is the princess?" Hao Jian couldn't help but be a little speechless, and secretly sighed What the hell did he see?

In the pit.

No matter how the man roared, the two ghosts seemed to be indifferent, just raised the sharp scissors while the other violently broke the man's clenched hands.

"Suffer a thousand cuts, spare me, I'm just pulling the red line for others, and by the way, I'm collecting some money, how can I end up like this?" The man with the cloak let out a terrible scream, but no one around him paid attention to her, the ghost had already opened the sharp scissors, and the clenched hands had been broken fiercely.

All of a sudden, the man's ten fingers fell off in unison.

Hao Jian couldn't help but sneer when he saw this, at this moment, he didn't have the sense of fear he had just now, just because he seemed to have seen through some of the reasons.

"This scissors hell is dedicated to punishing people like Wang Po, and it seems that they are guilty. ”

I thought about the remarks in the Water Margin.

"How can you say that Pan Jinlian is also a woman from a good family, and she had no intention of hooking up with Ximenqing, but you instigated her to curry favor with Ximenqing, and also designed to poison her to murder her husband, such a vicious heart, not directly sending you to the eighteenth layer of hell is the greatest tolerance for you!"

The voice fell.

The terrifying scene reappeared.

I saw that the ghost who was restraining Wang Po turned his head towards Hao Jian, his gloomy gaze was mixed with a large amount of dead air, and he stared at Hao Jian directly.

"I'll wipe it, you still look at me!"

Hao Jian's violent temper, the first time he was scared enough to choke like this in the hell of pulling out his tongue, you still give me this set, do you really think that I Hao Jian is a bully?

Clenched his fists tightly, and lifted it, there was some faint golden light flowing on it, which seemed to be constantly gathering towards the fist in Hao Jian's body.

"Hoo ......"

Hao Jian exhaled deeply, his whole body was simple and unpretentious, without a little fluctuation of spiritual power, disturbed by the continuous stream of dead air, Hao Jian still stood in place and did not move.

Maybe I wasn't ready just now, and I would be frightened and frightened by you, but no matter how much I played this trick, it was just a vain.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Suddenly.

The standing onicha seemed to be angry, and the dead air that had accumulated in his eyes was slowly dissipating, and a spark-colored flame slowly burned in his eyes.

"What?" Hao Jian was slightly startled, and then put his fists in front of him, as if he wanted to strike first, but he was a little worried, who knows how many means this ghost has, if this ghost can use any big means, then Hao Jian is going to be cold?

"Assert ......"

There was a strange laugh, and suddenly the ghost jumped in the middle of it, and in a trance, he jumped out of the bottomless pit.

With a whistling wind, along with a strange grinding sound, they all came together.

Hao Jian still has no change in face.

At this time, Hao Jian was looking for an appropriate opportunity, he knew that even if his Dao Immortal Body was strong enough, it was okay to fight against the Martial King, if this ghost was according to the cultivation level of the martial artist, what kind of realm would it be?

"Looking at the momentum and this swift movement, it seems that it is the peak of the Martial King, right?"

Indeed, Hao Jian was standing on a high place at the moment, the ghost's movements were extremely fast, and Hao Jian had a feeling that the target of the ghost was definitely himself, and he felt a sense of being locked in the dark, whether life or death seemed to be between Hao Jian's thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost had already jumped up.

At this time, Hao Jiancai suddenly thought, aren't there two ghosts?

"There is no ...... in the deep pit" Taking advantage of that moment, Hao Jian's eyes were on the deep pit below, but he didn't find anything.

This made him feel a little uneasy, "What if this thing sneaks up on me in a while?"

As soon as he thought of this, Hao Jian had no time to think.

Finally, Hao Jian saw the true face of the ghost.

It was an extremely penetrating appearance, whitewashed even, the outline of the facial features could not be seen, there was a vague mouth, but it was also on the forehead, and in the place that was covered by a layer of black hair, there was a slight red, buried deep in the messy covered hair.

The distance was close again, and Hao Jian couldn't help but gasp.

"!" As far as the eye could see, it was a blood-red tongue about two or three feet long, extending from the jaw, giving people the feeling that it was attached to it, but Hao Jian saw it very clearly, it was indeed grown directly from its jaw, without the slightest gap, just like nature.

"Quack quack......" The messy hair hung down, blown by the cold wind from the roar of the tiger around him, and the ghost almost fell directly at a distance of less than ten feet from Hao Jian, the scissors in his hand were particularly conspicuous, and there was a little bit of black gas around it, and the black blood that was combined together had become a block, and at this time, there was still a little bit of blood dripping downward.

The bright red tongue was circling in circles, hanging down in a small arc.

Hao Jian Gujing has no waves, at this time, his whole body is exuding golden light, especially the two fists, there is a trace of golden light oozing from it, which is about to condense into a golden film, and the body of gold and jade is completely exploded, as if the gods have descended to earth, obliterating all evil spirits.

The atmosphere is becoming more and more solemn, Hao Jian doesn't plan to make any preemptive strikes, he is not stupid enough to rush forward directly with an arrow, if this ghost sends himself a long-range attack, then he really has no way to avoid it, he can only bear it.

Anyway, Hao Jian didn't have that kind of means at this time, after all, there was no aura to operate, but who could know how the ghost was doing?

"Hehe, since that's the case, let's fight!"