The night is like ink, the cold wind howls, and countless dark purple flowers blooming with seeping light swaying in the wind, this is the flower of hell, the purple mandala.

Those who trespass on the land of flowers are regarded as ministers of sin.

Among these flowers growing out of the ruins, several figures hidden in the thick darkness used various jiu-jitsu movements that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve, avoiding the mandala flowers, and speeding through the gaps between the grass and trees.

The bright yellow pupils were as bright as fireflies, and the tyrannical eyes mixed with greed stared at the dilapidated two-storey villa not far away, and the faint light seeped out from the broken walls, like a bright light in the dark night. On the window of the second floor, which was near, there seemed to be a dark shadow dancing excitedly.

"New souls? The puppies of the underworld smell so good. ”

"I'm so hungry, it's been a long time since I've eaten such a pure soul. ”

"I'm starving, and I'm going to tear off his flesh inch by inch to fill my emptiness. ”

The demon cursed in a low voice, green saliva dripping down its hideous fangs. After all, there was no match for the delicacy of the new soul, and dozens of ghosts that had escaped from the punishment hell tried to pass through the guard zone surrounded by mandalas, and the rules of the underworld had already dissipated from their minds the moment they stepped into the forbidden area.

What about the underworld, it won't be long before this place will be the world of our evil ghosts.

。。。

"I'm just a wisp of remnant soul, if I want to maintain my soul body, I must continue to absorb the essence of the ancient gods, I need you to help me replenish at least the strength of the hundred souls as much as possible during this time, so that I can help you find the key. ”

The old man did not ask Chen Ping to repay the favor with pride, but calmly stated his needs, and his wrinkled old face showed a serious demeanor.

Chen Ping's frozen expression was slightly loosened, if it was just to help the old man recover his strength, without violating his bottom line, this condition could be called very easy, he was picking up garbage left and right, and he was able to help the old man on the side, such a deal did not seem to be a loss.

"Isn't it just to help you suck the garbage, I agreed, but what does the strength of the hundred souls mean?" The question still has to be asked clearly, in case this old man's strength is not good, the strength of the hundred souls needs to be accumulated in one hundred and eighty years, and it is better to go directly to the underworld for insurance, no matter what, at least there is a secretary who can receive it.

The old man raised his eyebrows, his slender white eyebrows pointed to the sky, sucking garbage?

The dim soul power is condensed in the void, dare to dispatch your grandfather? I will slap it down, and I will ensure that this offspring boy will know what courtesy, righteousness and shame are.

Chen Ping only felt a breeze flashing beside his face, knowing that it was the old man who was angry, his little heart suddenly froze, and he was about to bow his head and admit his mistake. saw the old man's slightly angry expression suddenly change, and looked out the window in disbelief.

With this kind of breath, could it be that the evil ghost has broken through the flower sea enchantment? What kind of drama are these people in the underworld playing, and they still want to test this kid at night?

"Looks like a guest. ”

Chen Ping followed the old man's gaze and looked out the window, there seemed to be a strong resentment in the flowers not far away with the wind, and the sound of rustling was extremely low, but in the extremely quiet environment at this moment, Chen Ping could still hear those vicious spells from the subtle sound of the wind.

The old man sighed slightly, after all, he was just a wisp of remnant soul, if he was in his heyday, Mo said that he only found someone approaching at such a close distance, that is, with a random thought, these hundred soul bodies would be scattered.

"Boy, look at it, these demons are the body of a hundred souls. ”

The resentment that rushed to the sky stopped at a distance of dozens of meters from the villa, and Chen Ping shrank under the windowsill, only a pair of small eyes staring at the grass in the distance.

I'm going, you know that there is such a high risk of picking up garbage, shoot me to death, and I'll too... Two more secretaries are needed.

Wolves will always lie dormant in the shadows before hunting, and only after determining the state of their prey and their attack plan will they attack them in groups. Although these evil ghosts have annihilated human nature, they have not become thoughtless ghosts because they have been devouring souls for a long time.

The evil spirits surrounded the villa with great discipline, and the most evil greed in their hearts was not revealed at this moment, they were like wild wolves on the grassland, and they would never make the slightest noise until they pounced on the enemy.

However, they didn't know that the old man and the young upstairs had already discovered their whereabouts, especially Chen Ping, who was swinging all over his body, holding the divine pot in his hand tightly, muttering the Great Compassion Mantra that he had put together.

"Old man, I didn't expect that I Chen Ping would be planted on the first day of hell, and after a while, you will get into the god pot, and you will not be able to save a life, and it is estimated that there is no hope for you to restore your strength, but you must remember to write me a good poem after my soul is gone, to commemorate me. ”

Cold sweat flowed down his neck, Chen Ping only felt that he was cold, as if he was surrounded by several extremely cold thoughts, greed and jealousy, the two ultimate evils were intertwined, like a thousand-legged insect struggling to get into his body.

Chen Ping gritted his teeth, and while resisting the invasion of evil spirits, he did not forget to tell the old man that he had nothing to say, but as long as the old man got into the divine pot, it should be unlikely that he would be discovered. This is not caring about goodness, Chen Ping just feels that no one can remember him when he is in the Yang world, so he can't die in hell anymore.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, and said with a smile: "Look at you kid scared, it's just some hundred soul bodies, they can go here is already the limit, no matter how you say that this shabby place is also the jurisdiction of the underworld, those guys will not sit idly by." ”

As if to confirm the old man's words, a loud noise came from the void, as if the majestic giant Buddha was shouting loudly, and the sound of golden light roared towards the flowers, and the refreshing Sanskrit sound turned into countless swords at this moment, piercing from the sky to the evil ghosts hiding in the shadows of the flowers.

At the moment when the golden light dispersed into stars, an extremely terrible scream sounded, and the evil ghosts no longer revealed their whereabouts, and threw out one hand, directly breaking the nearby mandala flowers into countless broken petals, and staring at the roof of the dilapidated villa with resentful eyes.

When Chen Ping appeared in the golden light, he found that the old man beside him had retracted into the divine pot, probably because he didn't want to be known about his existence by both parties outside the house. However, this is also in line with his own wishes, and he still has to rely on the old man when he is not clear about whether he has insurance for himself while burying the pit for himself.

The evil ghosts of a hundred souls are commonly known as the extremely evil ghosts that have devoured a hundred souls, only the evil ghosts who escaped from the punishment hell can have such strength, among the hundred souls, six hundred souls are the most, and the evil ghosts of six hundred souls are enough to be kings in a specific area, and the six hundred are nine hundred, and they should be punished by heaven, and if they survive the curse, they will be able to suppress the gods and Buddhas.

An idea came into Chen Ping's mind, it turned out that the old man in the divine pot was explaining to Chen Ping, who was shocked and stunned by the Buddha's light, the evil ghosts that could still survive after the golden light were all six hundred souls, and the Buddha's light seemed to be majestic, but it was impossible to kill these ten evil ghosts in an instant.

The unclothed demons hugged their bodies, their sparse heads were scalded with black-red punishment marks, as if they had experienced extreme pain, their faces were so hideous that they were crumpled into a ball that did not look like humanity, and their finger-long fangs grew savagely, even piercing their chapped lips, containing the abomination and horror of the angry Shuangyang. Lean enough to be able to see the bones clearly, the body was covered in knife marks and burns, and the chains that pierced through the shoulder blades burned with crimson lava, and the weapons that had been used to bind the demons were completely reduced to their weapons.

Six hundred ghost kings are so ugly.

Chen Ping didn't dare to take a breath, just squatting dozens of meters away, he could feel the resentment and despair from these evil ghosts, gluttony, greed, laziness, arrogance, jealousy and anger, these unforgiven sins by God seem to be able to manifest as the power of reality, constantly affecting themselves invisibly.