At this moment, the only thought of the underworld is to hope that Xiang Yu, a ghost in the real world, can kill Liu Bang immediately. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As long as Liu Bang dies, then everything in this world will turn into nothingness. Whether it is the tiger-headed spirit creature or the Han army with thousands of troops, they will all disappear in an instant.

And they can also successfully solve the difficult problems in the real world.

Is Liu Bang really that hard to kill? Looking at Xiang Yu, the ghost who knocked a soldier away with his bare hands at this time, a little unhappiness flashed on his face. If it weren't for his inability to intervene, Hades would have rushed forward a long time ago, and with a little means, he would have been able to wipe out the 400,000 army in minutes.

Under the group killing, how could Liu Bang escape?

"Roar!" Just when the underworld stared at the ghost Xiang Yu intently, the tiger-headed spirit object that should have been killed was covered in thunder.

At this moment, dense characters flew out upside down from the body of the tiger-headed spirit creature. The characters of the tiger's head spirit creature's body are like snowflakes, which explode one after another in the fall, leaving no trace.

And the character long sword, when the tip of the sword was about to pierce the eyebrows of the tiger-headed spirit creature, was directly slapped out by a thick reckless tail.

"What!" Hadesko's originally calm yin and yang eyes set off a shock at this time.

He looked at the tiger-headed spirit creature that took a step out and rippled the entire sky, and the figure jumped upward, holding the "Destiny Book" and galloping back.

That is, at the moment when the Immortal Zi retreated, two beams of blue lightning that were even brighter than those that had just crashed into the Han army camp hit the place where he was standing.

Only this time, although the electrocution did not hit the target, it did not rush to the ground, but exploded in mid-air, setting off two powerful auras of destruction.

The blue electricity overflowed in all directions, and the underworld, who had dodged the blow of the tiger-headed spirit object, showed a little annoyed expression on his gloomy face.

"Brute!" A low cry came out of Hades' mouth. He should have been scolding the tiger-headed spirit creature, but his eyes were looking at the sky, and there was an indescribable hatred in his heart.

The palm holding the "Destiny Book" unconsciously buckled inward, and on the surface of the white palm of the underworld, a few hideous green tendons bulged out from time to time.

For Hades, this is not the first time he has fought against spiritual objects. But the one who can break his trick before he dies, this tiger-headed spirit creature is definitely the first.

Heaven! Except for the ethereal will of heaven and earth, Hades couldn't think of anyone else who could have the ability to restore the tiger-headed spirit creature to its original state in an instant, or even give it more powerful power.

"Since you didn't follow the rules first, then why should I follow them again!"

Hades gritted his teeth and let out a long roar, and a bundle of long hair that had been coiled up flew like thousands of ribbons at this moment.

The put away Maleonn pen resurfaced.

Holding the pen with five fingers, the underworld stared at the tiger-headed spirit creature that was running towards him, only a few dozen steps away from being able to reach his body, and his face was not panicked.

Holding the magic pen, Hades took a deep breath. He laughed to himself, "If you are not among the five elements. And I will draw thee into it. Once your appearance is included in my "Destiny", whether you exist or not is just a matter of mine. ”

There are thousands of biological populations between heaven and earth. There are about eight or nine out of ten races in the underworld. And those other races, there will be no information about them on the "Destiny Spectrum".

In other words, their life and death do not belong to the management of the underworld.

If this is the case, those races do not need to pay homage to the Immortal King. But because of only two things, they had to bow their heads in front of Hades.

First, it is naturally the matter of essence and blood. And the second is that each generation of Hades and Hades in the underworld has the ability to draw shapes.

As long as they are willing to pay some tragic price, they can present their appearance and soul on the "Destiny Book" as it is.

And once this happens, it means that their cycle of life and death has been controlled by the underworld.

Even if the Hades and Hades of the Underworld thought that the cost of using this ability was too high and they would not use it much, it did not affect the fact that they could draw.

Hooking the corners of his mouth, the hands of the pen shook and began to slowly swipe in the air.

"One painting, one painting!"

Dark red lines are outlined in mid-air, and the shape is set.

Thick legs with tiger stripes, a mighty tiger head, and a tail as thick as a bucket. At first glance, it looks like a spiritual creature. If it weren't for the lack of three-dimensionality, I'm afraid no one would be able to tell which one is the real entity and which one is the virtual body that is outlined.

And with each stroke, Hazuko's body will have a strong feeling of swelling pain. He grinned his teeth, and only after seeing that the appearance of the tiger-headed spirit creature was about to be fully formed, his sweaty face showed a little relief.

He didn't dare to be careless. If there is a slight mistake in the painting, then what awaits the underworld will be a failure, or even forcibly erased by this heaven and earth.

This ability to shape is a thing that is against the sky. The things used in the drawings are not ordinary things, but their own blood marrow. Those races who fear the underworld don't know that even the Hades are only enough to draw three drawings in one life.

If it is used more than three times in a hundred years, it will inevitably be wiped out! And the marrow of blood used cannot be restored without hundreds of years.

In the second that Hades put away the pen, the tiger-headed spirit creature was already more than half of the distance from her.

In the ears of the underworld, the heavy wheezing sound of the tiger-headed spirit creature had already exploded. Inside, there were also a few "crackling" electric current sounds.

After a pause in his eyes, the underworld opened the "Destiny Spectrum", and the vivid outline of the tiger's head spirit object painted by him instantly turned into a streamer and disappeared into the "Destiny Spectrum". 》

The entire "Destiny Book" has become extremely primitive again after blooming with a layer of dark brilliance.

It's like an ordinary book thrown away in the garbage, if it weren't held by the underworld, no one could have imagined that the fate of hundreds of millions of people in heaven and earth was recorded by such a dilapidated book.

Seeing that it was close at hand, and it was possible to pounce on his tiger head spirit at any time, the face of the underworld was still unfazed, as if he was not half worried.

Placing the magic pen horizontally in front of his chest, the underworld drank lightly: "The second painting, painting its soul!" ”

The pen is pointing at the tiger head spirit that rushes to kill. The nib of the pen that was originally glued together is like a bud about to bloom at this moment, and the tip is still sticky, but the middle part is gradually bulging.

When the hair on the pen was completely round and bloomed, the giant body of the tiger-headed spirit not far away suddenly burst.

In the next second, a few thin strands of gossamer came out of the chest of the tiger-headed spirit creature and went straight into the magic pen of the Underworld.

"Go!"

With a flick of the pen, the entire ten hairsprings shot out again, making the "Destiny Spectrum" emit a brilliant light that lasted for a long time.

And after the two paintings were finished, the whole body trembled, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out directly. In silence, his steps staggered backwards.

"Three hundred years? The difference between me and Hades is so great! The bent head and neck of the underchild seemed to think of something, and a deep sigh floated from his mouth.

In three hundred years, this drawing ability will basically have nothing to do with Hades!