The eighteenth layer of hell is famous, even if it is the soul of the immortal god and the ghost of the demon beast, it will be locked into the hell, and will be punished by various punishments, wailing and begging.

The ghost king of Niukeng Hell doesn't talk about it for the time being, he is a ghost pawn, and he is used to being arrogant on weekdays, and he often takes pleasure in torturing the soul of Huaxia, and now Chu Wangxian spits evil words, which makes people very angry.

"I really don't know whether to live or die!"

The Ah Bang Ghost King and the horse-faced Rakshasa in front of them, in the tenth layer of the Ox Pit Hell, I don't know how many Chinese demon souls have been killed, and at this moment, there are people who are full of nonsense, trying to deceive them with clumsy lies.

"Tsk, boy, it doesn't take ten breaths, my Ah Bang Ghost King only needs one breath to destroy you. ”

The ghost king shook his body, his body continued to rise, and a pair of horns shone with white light, and finally turned into a ten-zhang high white cow body.

Its body is burly, its strength is deep, its breath is like a tide, its whole body is full of strength, and it screams, the earthquake trembles, the ghosts tremble, and there are red spots on its forehead.

"Okay, Ah Bang Ghost King is really powerful!"

The horse-faced Rakshasa couldn't help but praise that in the Ox Pit Hell, in addition to the prison master Brahma Xiangjia Lan Bodhisattva and the two messengers of the bull-headed horse face, it was the Ah Bang Ghost King who was the most powerful.

"Are you a member of the Shakya clan, or a demon clan raised by the Shakya clan, or a demon clan in China?"

Chu Wangxian was fearless and raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Humph!"

The ghost king shook his whole body, and his words were contemptuous, "You kid is talking to confuse the public, what's the use of asking this, it's too late!"

Chu Wangxian shook his head.

"Shakya people, each deserves to die, if it is the Huaxia demon clan, I can still spare a life, since you are stubborn, look at the red spot on your forehead, what use do I keep you. ”

The Shakya people are all precious, it is impossible to be a ghost pawn, and the ghost king in front of him is full of white light, obviously a white bull demon.

Chu Wangxian has already seen that nine times out of ten, it is the sacred cow clan that the Shakya clan brought to China from Tianzhu.

The sacred cow family, in Tianzhu has a high status, belongs to the Brahma god system, even now, the descendants of the sacred cow in Tianzhu are nearly 10 million, can not be slaughtered, all are worshiped as ancestors, which shows the nobility of the sacred cow in Tianzhu.

However, the sacred cow of Tianzhu, in the Buddhist gate, has been reduced to the thug eagle dog of the Shakya clan, Chu Wangxian's eyes flashed, and the killing intent appeared.

"Boy, die!"

After the ghost king finished drinking, the ghost qi rushed wildly, the steel fork in his hand flashed blindly, and stabbed directly, and its power was so fast that when it stabbed, it actually made the space burn, as if it was going to cut the world and penetrate a hundred miles away.

"Okay, Ah Bang Ghost King's soul piercing fork was given by the Buddha, I don't know how many demon souls have been killed, and this kid is also looking for death. ”

Piercing the soul fork, penetrating the soul of the gods, even the immortals can't escape.

The ox-faced Rakshasa smiled coldly, as if he saw that Chu Wangxian's death was approaching.

But in this instant.

There seemed to be a white light passing between the sky, covering the sky and the sun, stabbing people's eyes in confusion, everyone's backs were chilled, and their ears moved, and after hearing a sharp click, the white light disappeared.

"This!"

After everyone was dazzled, they opened their eyes again, staring at them in disbelief.

"It's impossible!"

The famous ghost king of Ah Bang actually flew his head high, and after a few spins, the horns of the ox stuck upside down into the ground.

The ghost king was killed in a different place.

Watching the body of the Ghost King collapse violently, the bull-faced Rakshasa looked at Chu Wangxian in horror.

"This is a supernatural power!"

I saw that behind Chu Wangxian, a branch stretched out and turned into a wooden hand, there were as many as a hundred hands, Guanyin Bodhisattva was a thousand-armed Guanyin, and Chu Wangxian in front of him was a hundred-handed body.

In the palm of each hand, there are different eyes that open.

"White Dragon Divine Power!"

Chu Wangxian looked at it coldly, he had just cast his magical power, the White Dragon Divine Power.

The white dragon is the white dragon of the dragon clan in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, under the command of Buddhism, and can cast white light, like a laser attack. The white dragon was killed because of disobedience, and the supernatural power was seized by Guanyin, and Guanyin was killed by Chu Wangxian, and at this moment the supernatural power was used by him.

In an instant, just a flash of white light, turned into a thin line that could not be checked, and killed the ghost king.

The famous ghost king of Ah Bang is so vulnerable.

"This, this, this is impossible!"

The rest of the horse-faced rakshasas had cold backs, and a fierce battle intent arose.

"You dare to kill the ghost king! Buddhism will not let you go, and will definitely break your body into pieces." ”

After the trembling sound, the horse-faced rakshasa swayed all over, turning into a black ghost, and shouted wildly at the same time.

"Kill! Kill this evil ghost, even if it is death, the Buddha will send us into samsara. ”

In the midst of the roar, the ghost army roared, like a death squad that was not afraid of death, turned into a sea tide, and charged towards Chu Wangxian.

"A rabble!"

Chu Wangxian did not move like a mountain, and behind him another hand transformed by a thousand-handed and thousand-eyed divine tree was raised, and in the palm of his hand, a fiery red pupil opened.

This pupil rotated, and there were as many as eight colors.

"The six realms of reincarnation of the Buddha have been taken away by Nuwa, even if you die, how can you be reincarnated. It's really ridiculous, a group of Buddhist eagle dogs actually came to hell to oppress the soul of Huaxia, this is your capital crime. ”

"Eight Heat Divine Powers!"

The wooden hand raised behind Chu Wangxian flashed, and he unleashed the Eight Heat Divine Powers.

Waiting for the live fire, the black rope fire, the crowd fire, the calling fire, the screaming fire, the scorching fire, the big scorching fire, the nose fire!

The Eight Heat Divine Powers were unleashed, and the ground turned into a big wave of red iron lava, countless blazing hailstones continued to fall from the sky, and fierce fires rose everywhere on the ground, among which countless fire ghosts chased and slashed with terrifying torture tools, and inflicted harm in various cruel ways.

The messenger of the Eight Heats, a messenger in hell, was punished by Guanyin for violating the precepts and took away his supernatural powers, and at this moment he only had endless anger, so he was unwilling to be reincarnated, and just wanted Chu Wangxian to vent his anger against Buddhism for him.

Give back to others in their own way.

The Eight Heat Messengers drove the fire ghosts to torture the souls of China back then, and at this moment they are used to deal with the ghost army of Buddhism.

At this moment, only the ghost army and ghosts of the Bull Pit Hell are crying wolf, and the ghost pawns who are usually high-spirited are either burned by the flames or killed into broken spirits at this moment.

"Evil ghost, this is the evil ghost of Huaxia!"

"Run, ah!"

In the midst of the screams, Chu Wangxian walked towards the horse-faced Rakshasa with a hundred hands, and the horse-faced Rakshasa who turned into a powerful ghost at this moment not only couldn't scare people, but was frightened by Chu Wangxian.

Chu Wangxian waved his right hand, and a cluster of flames fell, burning so hard that the horse-faced rakshasa screamed.

Eventually, its body shrank and turned into a horse-headed man, with red hair and green smoke on the top of its head.

"It turned out to be the Kinnara clan among the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon. "Chu Wangxian has already recognized the origin of this horse-faced rakshasa.

The Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon represent the eight tribes under the command of Buddhism, among which the Kinnara clan is also known as the Lotte clan. Male horse noodles, good at cooking, women dignified and good at singing and dancing, this clan is specially born to serve the Shakya family.

These are among the enslaved clans of the Buddha Shakya.

"Do you want to die or live?" Chu Wangxian asked as he looked down and approached.

"I want to live, I want to live!"

The horse-faced rakshasa of the Jinnara clan was miserable, trembling on his knees, and seeing Chu Wangxian was like looking at death. How can there be half a point of arrogance, and he is completely desperate at the moment.

"I'm here to find someone, do you know where Bajie is?" Chu Wangxian asked with an angry glare.

It seems that once the answer is not known, the horse-faced Rakshasa is dead.

"Yes, yes!"

Chu Wangxian was stunned, this horse-faced rakshasa actually knew the whereabouts of Bajie.