On the fire, the light of the fire flickered.

Fu Qingfeng, Fu Yuechi, Ning Caichen, and the Fu family all looked at the fire in front of them silently.

Their mood was also like the fire in front of them, swaying.

On the one hand, they felt that they couldn't be trapped in the villa, but on the other hand, they knew that with their strength, if they went out to help, they would only add to the chaos.

Not far away, Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye were meditating with their eyes closed, pranayama.

During the day, after Zhiqiu Yiye learned about Chu Hao's situation, he decided to join in without hesitation and fight to the death with Pudu Cihang, the great demon of the calamity country!

When everyone was silent, the atmosphere in the villa naturally became dull.

The silence of the pin dropping, like the calm before the storm, made everyone's hearts depressed.

At this moment, an old voice that seemed to be neither male nor female, but also like yin and yang, was like a thunderclap. Suddenly it rang in everyone's ears.

"Poor monk Pudu Cihang, see the emperor!"

Yan Chixia opened her eyes suddenly, raised her sword without hesitation, and hurried out.

The same is true of the autumn leaves.

When they walked out of the village quickly, they saw a group of women and Dharma protectors wearing black hats and embroidered skirts with various patterns standing quietly on both sides of the road, carrying flower baskets in one hand and throwing them in the other.

The scent of sandalwood, which is peaceful and tranquil, fills the air.

When the petals slowly fell like rain, Pudu Cihang, wearing an earthy yellow pandita crown and wearing Tibetan Buddhist monks' robes, walked slowly out of the path left by those female Dharma protectors.

He looked at Chu Hao, who was sitting in the sedan chair with a gloomy face, with a gloomy face, and said slowly without waves: "Your Majesty, why did you leave the palace and enter the WTO?" ”

Chu Hao sneered and said, "Out of the palace and into the WTO? If I continue to stay in the palace, I am afraid that soon, I will be reduced to a fleshless human skin puppet! ”

Pudu Cihang shook his head slowly.

"Your Majesty, the poor monk has asserted earlier that there is no Buddha in your heart, and you will be trapped in the five turbidities in the future, and sure enough."

"The first emperor has the grace of knowing the poor monk, although you have been trapped in the catastrophe and suffered from the five turbidities, but as long as you turn back, you can step on the golden lotus to survive the sea of suffering. All calamities, the poor monks are willing to bear them on one shoulder! ”

Chu Hao stared at him coldly and said mockingly: "What a good one who is trapped in the five turbidities and turns back to the shore, Pudu Cihang, is just a demon in human skin, he is still in the calamity, and he dares to speak falsely?" ”

Pudu Cihang smiled slightly, not only did he not become angry in Chu Hao's words, but instead showed a peaceful face, and said: "Your Majesty, you have been deeply robbed, you must know that whether it is a demon or a person, it is a pile of loess after death." Why bother with physical appearance? ”

After that, put your hands together and softly recite two Buddhist verses.

"You must know that the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. ”

The word Buddha has not fallen, the word bitter has risen again, yin and yang appear at the same time, and men and women have a reciprocating cycle.

In the dense sound, the Buddha's light appeared around its body, and a golden wheel of light floated behind its head, like a great sun rising, making its body several meters into the light.

"Ask for life!"

Chu Hao was speechless, and when he gritted his teeth and finished speaking, he suddenly heard two bursts of shouts in his ears.

"Prajnaparami!"

"The divine soldier is as urgent as the law!"

Among the two spells, Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye appeared from mid-air one after the other.

When they landed in front of the sedan chair, Pudu Cihang's life-seeking Sanskrit sound was also broken.

At this time, the look of compassion on Pudu's face had dissipated.

It slowly raised its head, only to see Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye like two mountains, guarding in front of Chu Hao's sedan chair.

"Good, good, the righteous path has been destroyed, the devil is rampant, the emperor, the people around you have been possessed by demons, you are bewitched by demons, and the poor monks have no choice but to use Buddhism!"

The moment the words fell, it lowered its head and whispered, reciting the Sanskrit sound of asking for life again.

This time, it didn't leave a hand, and the boundless mana of the Yuan Shen Realm was instilled in its voice by it.

Suddenly, the Buddha light behind it skyrocketed thousands of times.

The light around the body shrouded a radius of dozens of miles, making these dozens of miles of land like day in an instant!

Under this kind of power, a boundless illusion immediately appeared in front of Chu Hao's eyes.

He was in a trance for a moment, and then when he raised his eyes, he saw that in front of him was the Yama Palace, with countless ghost pawns on the left and right, and a sea of blood under his feet.

Overhead, dark clouds stacked up, and there was not a glimmer of light.

The faint wind around him blew the sea of blood under his feet, blowing turbulent waves.

The boat he was stepping on was also swaying from side to side.

Behind a long table in the hall, King Yama, who was wearing a crown and a black robe, had a majestic and hideous face.

"Judges on both sides, quickly tell the sins of Chu Hao, the emperor of the Qianguo Kingdom in the world, in his past and present lives!"

Its sound is like a heavenly might, and there is a thunderous sound at the end of each word.

As soon as the words fell, two evil spirits in red robes and black gauze hats stood up, each with a scroll in their hands.

The judge on the left threw out the scroll, spread for several meters, and said coldly: "Chu Hao of the human race, when he was four years old in his previous life, he killed the ants at the age of tens, beat the girl next door to cry at the age of five, and knocked down the nest of the wasp clan with a long stick in the same year, causing hundreds of bees to have no nest to live in, slaughtered thousands of ant tribes with hot water at the age of six, and trampled on a total of 32 cockroaches, spiders, worms, and rat women in the same year, and he was ......seven years old."

He kept talking until he was 27 years old and then stopped.

Chu Hao listened quietly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

After the judge on the left ended, the judge on the right also shook the scroll in his hand and said coldly: "Chu Hao of the human race, one year old in this life, killed forty-seven mosquito tribes, and ...... in the same year."

Eventually, the verdict began.

"Chu Hao of the human race, in his past and present lives, killed a total of 36,572 living beings, according to the rules of the Hades, he was sentenced to fall into the Sword Mountain Hell, and was sentenced to 169,83 years and 21 days!"

After that, countless ants, wasps, cockroaches, spiders, worms, rat women, and mosquitoes floated up from the sea of blood, and shouted out of resentment.

"Give me my life!"

"Give me my life!"

In the midst of the repeated complaints, dozens of ghost soldiers stepped on the sea of blood and swarmed up, took off Chu Hao's clothes, resisted and threw them into a valley.

And this valley is full of blades.

Chu Hao watched as a blade stabbed into his body.

Before he could scream, his body was already in pieces.

Immediately afterward, the body was repaired in some kind of force, and it faced the blade again in the tumbling.

After doing this several times, a golden light suddenly broke through the gloomy and dark sky.

In the golden light, Pudu Cihang sat on the golden lotus with a compassionate face, suspended in the air.

"Your Majesty, you must know that the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

"The fortune of the country gathers because of the faith of the people of a country, and the people's hearts are like the sea, which can carry both boats and overturn boats. The two hundred years of the great dry country have caused the lives to be destroyed and the people's hearts to be discouraged. ”

"At this moment, the fortune of the country is like a gangrene attached to the bones, and the poor monk has received the favor of the first emperor and has come to rescue!"

"As long as you are willing, the poor monk is willing to bear the disaster of the decline of the country's fortunes, and even more willing to fall into hell, and bear the catastrophe of ten thousand swords for you in the twenty-one days of 169,83 years!"

Chu Hao was lying on the hillside full of blades without a piece of cloth, and on his chest, seven or eight blades came out of his chest, and the blades were covered with blood.

He looked at Pudu Cihang with kind eyebrows, even if the pain went deep into the bone marrow, he still laughed loudly: "Pudu Cihang, I don't need you to bear the disaster for me, I will resist the calamity myself...... I don't believe it, this Sword Mountain Illusion will last for 169,083 years and 21 days! ”