Gu Qingshan stood in hell.

He held the Prison Suppressor King Staff and said softly, "The enchantment has collapsed. ”

"The secret method of the scepter: The enchantment collapses, and the ghost king holding the scepter will be able to automatically master this secret method, open the eighteen hells, and liberate all the dead."

The earth began to shake violently.

Silently, the barrier that imprisoned the eighteen hells disappeared.

Time passes slowly.

At a certain moment, a giant appeared at the foot of the Great Iron Fence Mountain, on the shore of the shallow waters of the Lethe River.

There was no ghost pawn to scold him, and there was no god to take care of him, so he walked step by step from the water of the Lechuan River to the Great Tiewei Mountain.

He came from the hell of skinning.

The water of Lethe embraced him warmly.

Yes, he is a dead man, a dead man, and Lethe will not kill him, nor will he kill him.

A second giant appears.

The third giant.

Humans emerge.

Asura wields his weapon.

The Beastmasters roared.

Majin flies into the sky.

This was followed by strange-looking, chaotic creatures.

Dozens of dead people stood in the river.

Behind the dozens of deceased, the dead who were all over Lethe came out of the river.

Eighteen hells, hundreds of millions of dead people emerge one after another.

In the Blood Sea Hell, Gu Qingshan spit out a word softly.

"Up."

The dead moved.

They rushed to the Temple of the Wheels.

Just after running a few steps, a colorful shadow fell from the sky, cutting the dead who had just come ashore into ashes.

Colorful spear, it shot.

But for both sides, this is just the beginning.

Endless rivers of the dead rushed to the Temple of the Wheels.

Brush!

Another colorful spear shadow flashed.

Tens of thousands of dead were killed in a single blow.

But that's okay!

The moment they dissipated, more of the dead appeared where they were.

All the dead ran like crazy to the Temple of Reincarnation.

They are fearless.

The pain of being cut off is nothing but an ordinary punishment in hell.

As for death, death is nothing but a deep sleep for them.

The dead are not afraid of death at all!

No matter how powerful the Colorful Spear Shadows were, they couldn't shake their determination.

A giant strides forward. Colorful shadows flew head-on over his body, killing him and countless giants behind him.

But before that, the giant had grabbed a handful of the dead and threw them in the direction of the Temple of Reincarnation.

He laughed and yelled, "Trash, what if you kill me!" ”

As if he could understand this, the colorful spear suddenly erupted.

The sharp lines of infinite colorful images cover the entire Huangquan world.

Around the entire sacred mountain, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of dead people died in large swaths.

Gu Qingshan pressed his hand on the skull of the Hell Suppression Ghost King's Staff and said softly, "Come again." ”

He activated the Mystic of the Scepter: The Origin of the Dead.

All the dead who have fallen asleep awaken instantly.

Throughout the eighteen hells, each of the dead who was killed immediately got up from the hell and rushed to Lethe River again.

Around the Great Iron Fence Mountain, the entire Lethe River became a sea of the dead.

The multicolored spear looked down and increased the frequency of the attack.

Spear shadows appeared one after another.

One by one, the dead fell, and new ones stepped over them, moving forward.

From the sky, it looks like a swarm of ants that will never give in, slowly approaching the target.

Looking at this scene, the mountain girl sighed, "I didn't expect these villains from hell to work so hard. ”

Gu Qingshan said: "In all wars, soldiers fight willingly, or are forced to fight helplessly, and the combat effectiveness that can break out is very different. ”

"That's what you're doing fair with them?"

Gu Qingshan smiled and muttered, "If you make people work hard and don't give people benefits, who is willing to go all out?" What's more, this is hell, and the villains don't have a noble spirit of sacrifice. ”

The mountain girl agreed: "If there is really that kind of unrealistic situation, unless it is the protagonist of fantasy, you can drive others for no reason." ”

The foot of the Great Iron Fence Mountain.

The dead were still running like crazy.

Gradually, the dead began to use their brains to come up with some new ways to approach the Temple of Reincarnation.

They no longer rushed across, but kept changing directions towards the temple.

They ran, jumped, rolled on the ground, crawled forward, zigzag.

They spread out and flew high into the air, trying to get closer to the Temple of Wheeling from every angle.

This time, the frequency of the appearance of the colorful spear shadow could not keep up.

No matter how powerful it is, it can't persevere and release colorful spear shadows forever.

It is even less likely that the shadow of the spear will fill every void forever.

Yes, its power is to kill gods and demons.

But this unparalleled power, used to kill the dead who will never die, is a wasteful and thankless task.

It's like bombarding mosquitoes with a giant cannon in the starry sky, and it can't be scratched at all.

Time passes slowly.

The sacrificing of the dead to storm the Temple of Reincarnation.

The Rainbow Spear Shadow attacked them without flinching.

In hell.

"I've always been curious, isn't it tired that the Colorful Spear used so much power to kill the dead?" Gu Qingshan asked.

Lethe Chuan left the soul hook and said: "The origin power of the artifact is soul power, no matter how powerful it is, the use of spear shadow will also consume soul power. ”

Di Jian also said: "Even if this kind of consumption is pitiful for it, it is still consumption." ”

Gu Qingshan held the Prison Suppression Ghost King Staff and closed his eyes to sense hell.

A few hours had passed, and less than one in a thousand had fallen asleep in the eighteen hells.

It doesn't seem to even be necessary to use the "Origin of the Dead" again.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that." Gu Qingshan Road.

A few more hours passed.

The dead tirelessly rushed to the temple.

They cheered, jumped, and scrambled to meet death.

The dead even started a race to see who could rush out the distance.

All hells have opened markets and odds.

These villains are betting on their own deaths and competing with each other for some benefits.

They had fun.

Sometimes, they also look at personal merits.

The merits of each deceased person are slowly increasing.

Those who do their best will also have the fastest increase in merit.

After all, this is to save the Six Realms, so as long as they are really working hard, they will have merit.

The personal merit calculator tells them that if they succeed, they will have an astronomical amount of merit.

The more merit you have, the more benefits you will receive after reincarnation.

Appearance, chance, status, wealth, and so on at birth are all based on merit.

Trillions of the dead cheered loudly and died passionately.

The colorful spear killed for several hours in succession, and the number of dead never decreased, but increased.

Looking down from the sky, I saw that the dead around the Great Iron Fence Mountain were getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.

At a certain moment, Gu Qingshan stood up and gently said to the scepter: "Charge." ”

The billions of dead suddenly erupted into a roar.

They began to sprint towards the Temple of Rotation with all their might.

It turns out that the deceased have been quietly accumulating numbers, and they have maintained a steady stream of harassment by a certain number of people, but they are only playing with colorful spears.

The entire encirclement suddenly shrank.

The dead ran like wild horses, regardless of life or death, regardless of the spear shadow in front of them or anyone else.

Airplanes!

The multicolored spear erupted with an angry buzz.

It stopped the attack.

It's not that it's merciful, it's that the undead are slamming faster and more violent, finally breaking through its blockade and rushing into the Temple of Reincarnation.

In the sky, the colorful shadows disappeared completely.

The spear gave up doing useless work again.

It lost.