Chapter 663: World Destruction?

"Assert ......"

"After tens of thousands of years, I have finally escaped from the predicament!

"This emperor is the master of a clan, he was calculated by the city god temple, and the race was wiped out, even the soul of this emperor was imprisoned, and he was humiliated in the end, and he was killed by the night Xuantian!"

"Everyone in the City God Temple has to die!"

............

The majestic City God's Temple trembled violently, and the Qianzhang Hall of Zhōng Yāng cracked directly from the middle, and the monstrous ghost aura burst out, and the scarlet murderous aura made the yīn world tremble.

Dozens of earth-shattering roars spread over hundreds of millions of miles, as if there was a great demon who was about to be born.

Panic, horror, spread throughout the yīn world!

"What's going on?"

The ghost soldier stabilized his body and shouted suspiciously, he had never seen such a scene after living in the yīn realm for countless years.

"The devil is coming, run away!"

Some of the yīn officials with status, when they saw the cracked hall, their faces were full of panic, and they didn't care about the others, they used their body skills to eat nǎi and fled around.

"Die!"

But before he left the City God Temple, a terrifying wave of qi struck, and all the fleeing yīn officials screamed miserably, and their souls scattered.

Whether it is a Martial Saint, a half-step Martial Saint, or a Foundation Building Martial Saint, in front of this wave of qi, they all seem incomparably small, like ants.

"You...... Look, everyone, there's something coming out!"

A ghost soldier, hiding next to Gu Ding, stretched out his fingers and shouted in a trembling voice.

"Shhh...... What a strong soul......"

After hearing this, the ghost soldiers on the side hurriedly looked over, they all took a deep breath, the fear in their eyes could not be concealed, and under their gaze, one by one the souls gradually revealed their figures.

A gray-robed man, wearing a literary hat, is like a teaching gentleman, weak and can't help the wind, revealing a strong talent, like a great Confucian, able to educate one party and govern ten thousand.

In another place, there are more than a dozen creatures of different shapes, like demons, covered in scales, like ghosts, full of phantoms, like trolls, hideous and terrifying, like angels, holy and noble, like spirits, all crystal clear.

Farther away, there are wrong figures, there are old men with kind faces, there are swordsmen with terrifying swords, there are giants who split Mount Tai with axes, there are turtles swimming in the deep sea, and there are generals in armor, and kings who guide the country......

These figures, like the protagonists of every era, stand in the void, like standing out from the crowd, exuding a temperament that amazes everyone, makes people worship, and surrenders.

These figures were either good or evil, free or calculating, single-minded or lazy......

But at this time, their bodies all exude infinite evil spirits, resentment, and hatred that makes people feel cold.

For thousands of years, the torture of no rì and no night, staying in a space the size of a zhangxu, darkness and loneliness, has exhausted their xìng grid, and all that remains is hatred.

Perhaps, I still want to die early!

"I have been imprisoned for 6,000 years, 360 days in a day, and I will kill 2,160,000 people in one day, so as to vent the hatred in my heart......"

A sword-wielding soul with an indifferent face said flatly, and the voice spread all over a radius of thousands of miles.

It fell on the ears of countless members of the City God Temple, like thunder, and the soul fire was almost extinguished.

Whoa!

As soon as the words fell, the sky was full of white sword qi, shining on half of the sky, and then falling, making Wanfa retreat, trembling all over.

"Ah......h

"Don't! Help......"

In an instant, thousands of members of the City God Temple died, turning into a cloud of ghostly energy, and there was no trace of life.

In the face of begging for mercy, the sword-wielding soul does not change its face, incarnating as the god of death, and every attack will produce boundless killing. Besides, even if he wanted to stop, the rest of the people would not let go of the people in the City God Temple.

The heavens are full of attacks, enveloping the yīn realm, as if to destroy everything, destroy everything......

"Wangxiangtai, fake things, ruined!"

A hundred-zhang huge platform, there is a Xuanguang treasure mirror, you can see the yang world, countless souls shuttle, as the axe gas falls, the Xuanjing suddenly cracks, becoming fragments all over the ground, smashing out a thousand zhang axe gas gully.

"The City God's Hall is just a source of selfishness, the world guards the main hall, bah ......"

The soul of a human race powerhouse, standing outside the City God Palace, was very disdainful, mobilized the soul power in his body, overturned the spine of the temple, and the expensive netherworld tiles were sprinkled on the ground, everywhere.

More than a dozen yīn ji, curled up at the table, trembling, full of fear, glanced at the soul of the strong man of the human race, and disappeared, and the dead could not die again.

"Hall of merit, wicked people have the opportunity to become coffin keepers, through reincarnation, I have been good all my life, and merit has created the world, but why is it that after death, merit is still withdrawn, how unfair is the way of heaven?"

The gentleness in the eyes of the gray-robed man was replaced by ferocity, looking at the word merit, he roared loudly, pulled out a pen, waved out one pen after another, and destroyed the statues, merit boxes, merit books, tables, and chairs in the merit hall.

It's as if you want to use this method to vent all the anger in your heart, full of anger.

The buildings marked by Xìng have been turned into ruins, countless people in the City God Temple have died in begging for mercy, the ghosts are turbulent, the sound of crying, and the laughter of revenge are endless.

At this moment, the city god is like death!

Soon, hundreds of souls came to the edge of the eighteenth layer of hell, virtual and real, with no end in sight, and their faces were a little unnatural, mixed with a little fear.

It can be said that they are more familiar with the eighteen layers of hell than many jailers, because they have experienced every layer of hell, and they have never forgotten the unforgettable pain, even if it has been a long time.

Whenever I think about it, I feel like my soul has been bitten by an insect.

"Destroy!"

"Destroy!

"Destroy, destroy, destroy!"

All the souls shouted, and in a pair of eyes, the fierce aura erupted, bursting out with earth-shattering combat power, hitting the chains, ghost fires, prison walls, those blades, copper tripods, tongue pulling, machetes, frost, extreme heat and other torture instruments, all affected, out of the eighteen layers of hell.

The sky is full of blades, galloping through the yīn realm, obliterating the soul......

The huge copper tripod erupted with suction, devouring a large number of souls and setting fire to torture......

The infinitely prolonged tongue pulling tears apart the reincarnated soul and eats it like a delicious taste......

Frost, fire, and showers disturb the weather and turn the world into a sinister environment.

Many of the natives living in the Yīn realm have died in large numbers.

"Buzz, bang, boom......"

And with the collapse of the eighteenth layer of hell, the entire yīn realm began to shake, many thinner crusts broke off, and many smaller plots began to sink into deeper magma.

"Haha, the yīn realm is destroyed, and I finally take revenge!"

A soul roared loudly, extremely excited.

Because the eighteen layers of hell support the two realms of yīn and yang, once they are broken, the yang world and the yīn world will definitely sink, and at that time, the wasteland realm will become a dead star.