The furious white fire covered the huge terrifying giant rat like a mountain, but the screams expected by others did not come, but a burst of rampant laughter sounded from behind the purple-robed emperor, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a tall purple-black giant rat, spitting out a silver-gray long sword exuding a mysterious aura from his mouth, and stabbed at the purple-robed emperor fiercely!

The silver-gray sword carries a disgusting chaotic aura, and the crazy will is hidden during the period, this is the supreme secret art of the Turing Demon God, the soul-snatching sword created on its own basis! Turing is a good hand in the soul, and the Turing Demon God who has reached the realm of a saint is a great master in this aspect, just in terms of soul attainments, among the saints and gods outside the territory that Zhao Ping knows, probably only Zhao Ping's good comrade-in-arms Three-Eyed Lord can be compared with it.

The Sword of the Soul Snatcher was extremely dangerous, at least the Hou Tu Niang Niang, who was far away in the Temple of Reincarnation and used her divine thoughts to observe the situation here, suddenly turned pale after feeling the terrifying chaotic will contained in the Sword of Soul Snatching, and cold sweat flowed uncontrollably on her delicate cheeks.

After introspection, Houtu was shocked to find that if this sword was used against her, then even if she had the backing of the Reincarnation Temple, if she wanted to carry this sword, she would definitely have to be stripped of a layer of skin!

"Hahaha, Tongtian, do you really think I'm stupid! I had long expected that Fang's attack would not work against you, so now give me death! Seeing Tongtian's defenseless back getting closer and closer, the Turing Demon Lord, who thought he was about to succeed, laughed wildly. Falling into this world thousands of years ago, I felt a premonition of a great horror, and the spiritual sense of the Turing Demon God was extraordinary. It is precisely because of this that this Turing Demon Lord, who could have done evil in the Netherworld, has endured for thousands of years.

A thousand years of time only sharpened a sword, in order to break through that layer of premonition of the great terror! I didn't expect this to really make him wait, no wonder even he was afraid. The moment he saw the Tongtian Sage in the form of the Netherworld Emperor, the Turing Demon Lord was excited, and he saw the possibility of revenge against Tongtian!

Thousands of years, I don't know how many ghosts have been devoured on the dark side, and a large number of evil thoughts have all been attributed to this sword, and the Turing Demon Lord firmly believes that his sword is invincible!

Closer, closer! The scarlet eyes of the humanoid giant rat shone with excitement. At this moment, he seemed to taste the pain and wailing of the saint of Tongtian!

The Soul Snatcher Sword is one of the top 100 terrifying secret techniques of the Extraterritorial Evil Dao Secret Method, and it also has a special miraculous effect against the incarnation of Divine Thoughts, and the Soul Snatcher Sword has the ability to trace back to the origin and hurt people. If the incarnation of the Divine Mind is broken by the Sword of the Soul Snatcher, then even the deity at the end of the Divine Mind will be severely damaged.

Tongtian, you're holding it up! Looking at the back of the purple-robed emperor, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the humanoid black mouse. The extremely sharp silver-gray long sword drew a bright silver trajectory and attacked Zhao Ping's Divine Mind incarnation.

Ten zhang, three zhang, one zhang, one zhang, one zhang! The humanoid black rat Turing Demon Lord seemed to suddenly remember something. His face changed in an instant. The distance of one zhang is like a moat every other day. No matter how hard the Turing Demon Lord exerts his strength, no matter how unwilling he is, he can't cross it, and the distance of one zhang has become a luxury that the giant rat-shaped Turing Demon Lord is difficult to cross.

The purple-robed emperor who caused this situation turned around slowly, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked coldly at the black rat who was spitting out the sword of soul snatching fixed behind him, looking at the funny ugliness of this demon outside the domain now, Zhao Ping raised his hand and turned the power of the netherworld into a little purple light around his hand, and Zhao Ping's mocking voice sounded again: "From the beginning, you didn't have any chance to win this seat. This seat is the Emperor of the Netherworld. This realm is under my control. ”

The Nether Emperor is the supreme ruler of the Netherworld, and the entire realm is under his control. Turning over the clouds and raining hands, drawing a line is a desperate realm barrier, controlling the netherworld, and there is an endless abyss one foot away! When the Turing Demon Lord was found by Zhao Ping, the incarnation of the emperor, he was already doomed to a fiasco of defeat.

"Nether Emperor, Lord of the Realm...... You madman, the position of the Lord of the Realm has been taken over by a Divine Mind Incarnation?! "In the face of Zhao Ping's hand the size of the world, the Turing Demon Lord, who was frozen in the air and held a posture, looked at Zhao Ping in disbelief, and the luck of a realm was actually handed over to a god clone of himself? If it weren't for that, how could he just be a god clone that could resist his attack.

Looking at the noble person in a purple-robed imperial suit, the Turing Demon Lord's heart trembled and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of jealousy in his heart, what a luxury and waste it was to completely hand over the position of the Lord of the Realm with the luck of the entire Realm to a divine thought clone, what a waste, it was unbelievable! That's the Lord of the Realm, the Lord of the Realm who has been fought over by countless people!

"Quack." Zhao Ping glanced at the Turing Demon Lord coldly, and in the next moment, the entire heaven and earth in the Netherworld seemed to have undergone a mysterious change, and the Turing Demon Lord was silent, his mouth did not open and close, but there was no sound at all.

The will of the Netherworld Lord is the will of the Netherworld, Zhao Ping, who is incarnated as the Netherworld King, only needs one sentence, and the annoying rat can no longer make noise, unless he escapes from the Netherworld, otherwise the laws of the Netherworld will imprison his words for life!

"Turing is a very troublesome thing, and this is something that I discovered after killing you so many times, and infinite reincarnation is indeed a headache. In the Ten Thousand Daomen, there is only one way to deal with Turing, and that is to control the spirit body that Turing is using today, so that he cannot commit suicide or be reincarnated, so that he will be sealed on this basis. As if explaining, Zhao Ping slowly walked to the humanoid giant rat whose picture was frozen, and continued with a sneer: "It's unfortunate that today's seat does have the ability to seal you here!" ”

As he spoke, a faint purple spark suddenly ignited on Zhao Ping's right hand, it burned quietly, except for the color, it was almost no different from ordinary candles, it was so ordinary.

However, the Turing Demon Lord who saw this dark purple flower lacked fear, and the eyes of the Turing Demon Lord, who was firmly fixed by the whole heaven and earth and could not speak, showed a deep fear light.

"Here, you don't die, you become a sculpture, a sculpture that never changes." Zhao Ping's voice was flat and majestic, and with the fall of Zhao Ping's words, the heaven and earth of the Netherworld Dao changed again, and the faint purple flame swaying in Zhao Ping's hand suddenly broke away from Zhao Ping's fingers and sank into the eyebrows of the Turing Demon Lord.

Starting from the center of the Turing Demon Lord's eyebrows, this terrifying demon slowly turned into a giant rat stone sculpture with a long sword in his mouth under the power of Zhao Ping's words!

"You should have already discovered that when I said this, all of your true spirit seeds in the entire Netherworld Path, except for the Netherland Witch Clan, had been destroyed." Zhao Ping said calmly, but he didn't know that when he said this, hundreds of ghostly ghosts were captured by the invisible big hand that suddenly descended, and threw them into the six reincarnations in the deepest part of the Houtu Niangniang Reincarnation Temple with rough and abnormal means, washing their souls to purity under the power of the six reincarnations.

"Looking at Hou Tu Niang's face, this seat can't make a move on the Underworld Witch Clan, so you have a chance to escape. Lich gambling war, this is the decision you secretly influence the people of the Wu Clan to make them make, yes, your opportunity is in the Wu Clan, once out of the Underworld, the rules of escaping to the Kyushu Underworld are naturally invalid. ”

The Turing Demon Lord, who has turned into a stone sculpture, is cold, the Tongtian Sage is clearly teasing him, the Tongtian Sage is definitely looking forward to it, looking forward to acting according to the script he wrote! He, the demon who was once powerful and fierce in the domain, has become a script character in Tongtian's hands, a beam-jumping clown for his amusement, how can this not make the Turing Demon Lord frightened. (To be continued......)