White light burst.

Such as a rainbow, such as a stream. After the gourd pierced the chests of the seven or eight remaining ghost pawns in front of the gate, it directly rushed in through the nearest window like a spirit snake, jumping smartly, penetrating a ghost pawn with every flicker.

In just ten seconds, all the ghost pawns in the window on the first floor of this soul lamp tower were all bombarded and killed. A large number of white points of light spilled through the cracks in the windows and doors, submerging the entire base of the building in a white ocean current.

Chen Xing pushed open the door and walked in. The white streamer flew back into Chen Xing's palm like a homecoming bird, turning into an ordinary straight-edged flying knife again.

At this time, Chen Xing saw the scene in this building clearly.

As far as the eye could see, there were tall cabinets with a large number of spaces, and in each space there was a lamp, but the flame was white.

At a glance, there are thousands of tall cabinets in this huge space, and I don't know how many thousands of soul lamps there are. The sheer amount is enough to give people a tremor that hits the heart, and I can't help but feel a sense of insignificance and humility.

Chen Xing didn't feel this way, just whistled, walked up the stairs in the center of the light tower, and came to the second floor.

The space on the second floor is slightly smaller than that on the first floor, but it is also incredibly large. And there is no dense high cabinet, only neatly arranged round tables, and on each round platform, there is a soul lamp. The number is also much smaller than the first floor, adding up to only a few hundred, and it looks a little lonely in the vast space.

Before Chen Xing could take a closer look, the hundreds of jailers guarding the second floor were already shouting angrily, brandishing their weapons and rushing towards Chen Xing.

Chen Xing slaughtered so quickly on the first layer that before they could react, all the jailers below were already dead. And when they were about to go downstairs to capture the murderer, Chen Xing had already walked up by himself.

Chen Xing looked at this group of fierce and vicious ghost pawns, and when he saw so many green-faced fangs and hideous-looking ghosts rushing towards him, even the calmest people would be frightened in a daze, but Chen Xing snorted coldly, "Dirt Chicken and Tile Dog", and then threw the flying knife in his hand again.

The cold light flashed again, and the bright cold light seemed to overwhelm the light of all the soul lamps in the field.

The white light seemed to be connected into a thread, weaving all the ghosts together, and then crushing the whole picture together.

The courage of the tide overflowed on the second floor of this Soul Lantern Tower, and then it was sucked into Chen Xing's body by all rivers.

When he was about to step up to the third floor, a middle-aged man in a red robe slowly walked down the stairs above.

"Black and white impermanence, bull head and horse face, and the way of Chacha Si Lu, you killed them. ”

The one who walked down the stairs was none other than the well-known judge of the underworld - Cui Yu, the Yin Law Division!

Chen Xing turned his head to look, the flying knife had already flown back into his hand, and without saying a word, he threw it away, and suddenly a cold light appeared, with unparalleled power and speed, and shot towards Cui Yu.

"Humph!"

Cui Yu stretched out his hand, and the judge's pen had already appeared in his hand, and he even had time to taunt: "Carving insect skills!"

Then, with a light stroke of the judge's pen, a black mysterious character was drawn in the void: "Ding!"

Judge Cui's tongue bloomed, and he saw that the character trembled violently, and then blurred in mid-air. And the flying knife that had already flown in front of Cui Yu was as if it was grabbed by a pair of invisible big hands, and it was directly frozen in mid-air.

"With your iniquity, all the waters of the lakes and seas will not be washed away. I will ask the king of Hades for instructions to divide your soul into four, one of which will be thrown into the Eight Cold Cracks like the Great Red Lotus Hell, and your soul body will burst like a thousand petals;

The second is to plunge into the Eight Heats and Nose Hell, so that your soul body will be mixed with the molten fire everywhere from the inside out;

The third entered the nearby Iron Pillar Mountain Hell, and the soul and tongue were pulled out to a length of tens of hundreds of kilometers, and the jailers pierced the tongue with long iron nails, and the body was put on a reddish iron plate, and then ploughed on it;

Fourth, he was thrown into a lonely hell, tortured in a thousand ways, and persecuted.

Let you live and die every day, suffering is far away, liberation is not expected, and it will not stop until it is exhausted!"

The more Judge Cui spoke, the more hideous his face became. At the same time, while speaking, the judge's pen in his hand kept waving, and he drew four lifelike pictures of the suffering of the demons, corresponding to the Eight Cold Hells, the Eight Hot Hells, the Near Hells, and the Lonely Hells.

After he stopped writing, these four pictures were screened at the same time like a movie, and the tortured demons in them were vividly conveyed to the ears, and the invisible ones were greatly oppressed and feared, and they were transformed into ice lotus, iron hammers, copper pots, furnace fires, sharp swords, iron nails, particleboards, pestles, mortars, brooms, clay pots, doors, pillars, stove stones, ropes, and other torture instruments, overwhelmingly shrouded in Chen Xing!

Chen Xing silently looked at the terrifying torture instrument in the sky, listening to the miserable howl that kept reverberating. Suddenly a smile appeared.

"Judge Cui Yu of the Hades, is this the only means?" As he spoke, Chen Xing raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and the flying knife that was frozen in mid-air directly shattered into white points of light and dispersed. In Chen Xing's hand, however, there was an extraordinarily blazing white light blooming, and then they were like the palm of his hand, and a mediocre straight-edged flying knife was re-condensed.

"Since I became the Chosen One, I have experienced countless lives and deaths, and the most thrilling ones are the battles between Singapore and Hantua, as well as the battles between Sin City and Blood Fox. ”

"And in both battles, it was this hand throw that allowed me to kill the enemy and achieve the final victory. ”

"So, although I don't have any corresponding skills and special items, this 'carving insect skill' can be said to be the most preferred and trusted way of fighting in my heart. ”

In other words, it's my faith. ”

"The moment the knife is shot, it runs through all wills and beliefs. ”

"Just now, it was just a flying knife condensed by one-tenth of my strength. ”

"Then now, please try again, this flying knife condensed with all my courage is still not a small skill of carving insects. ”

As soon as the words fell, the flying knife in Chen Xing's hand had already flown out.

This time, the throwing knives appeared silent. There is no dazzling stream, and there is no dazzling cold light.

Only the firm, swift advance, a little darkness on the tip of the knife.

Skimming the air, skimming over the ice lotus, skimming over the hammer, skimming over the copper pot, skimming the fire, skimming the sword, skimming the iron nail, skimming the plowboard, skimming the pestle, skimming the broom, skimming the clay pot, skimming the pillar, skimming the hearth...... Until, fly in front of Cui Yu![.]