Go back to the upper floor, almost ten steps to kill a demon.

Scribbled a glance, on the fourth floor of the Eight Immortals Building, there is a statue of a hundred beasts, which seems to be a fountain.

On the fifth floor, there is a small warehouse divided into categories, and I don't know what is stored.

The sixth floor was the familiar layer of Chebe, only this time, he did not enter the Colosseum of Naus again, but came directly to the large room where the soul pot was stored.

Sure enough, the ten ghost cars were in the middle of the room, arguing with themselves, but seven or eight hands were busy.

On the ground, there are countless empty soul pots, and the work of this ghost car seems to be to include the souls of people who are about to die.

After death, the soul has been destroyed, and the soul has to go to bliss, only the soul has nowhere to go, either it will dissipate with the wind one day, or it will be stored like this and used as a variety of evil immortal techniques.

Of course, theoretically, if the soul still exists, there is actually the possibility of resurrection.

Therefore, a big reason why he chose to leave the town before returning to Huan was because he actually found his mother's soul pot here.

If he also died here because of [Futu], then he, his second brother Bonna, and his mother would have lost hope of life at the same time.

But he still killed here, after all, there are 30,000 soul pots here, and 30,000 soul souls who have been tortured and don't know what crime they will suffer in the end.

It is impossible to pretend not to hear the screams, shouts, and cries for help that are heard.

On the way here, Huihuan has decided to stay and save them from fire and water.

It's about saving yourself.

Huihuan unfolded a thousand dollars, without saying a word, and killed the ten ghost cars.

Considering that there were only eight of the ten heads of this monster left, sixty-four swords were handed out at the same time.

Eight sounds, eight directions, eight characters, eight treasures, eight countries, eight arrays, eight veins, and eight immortals.

The sword that is practiced in the world is a silent sword.

Sixty-four swords, but two golden rays of light, cut through the darkness and slashed the remaining eight heads of the ghost car.

Grah. Grah.

Grah. Grah.

The chariot-like stinging sound sounded again, and the red feathers fled in the darkness like a few startled finch.

"Who?"

“…… My mother's ......"

Two screams were not shouted, followed by the sound of two heads falling to the ground.

Ten ghost cars, and now there are six left.

An old woman's voice sounded: "You kid, you actually sneak attacked?" ”

"See you again, beauty." The head of the lewd man is still there.

……

For a while, the remaining five mouths began to make all kinds of noise again.

The beautiful bearded man finally spoke as usual: "This brother, we have no grievances and no enemies, why do we come to the door again and again and force each other to die?" ”

"Hey, just cut off two heads, it's not good." Hui Huan shook his eyelashes, lowered his golden eyes, and asked again: "Last time I came, I forgot to ask, what do you want these soul pots to do?" Also, with so many soul pots, who is their owner? ”

"Want to know? You come in this soul pot, and we will tell you slowly! ”

An empty soul pot followed.

Then the ghost car shook seven or eight hands, and forty or fifty soul pots, full or empty, flashed with all kinds of brilliance, like a yin fire, burning towards Huihuan.

At the same time as it.

The ghost car took a few steps back, its eighteen wings spread out in a staggered manner, and the remaining six appeared at the same time.

It didn't look like a bird, it looked like a giant butterfly.

Ghost cars, born from dreams, butterflies, drunk dreams and death.

"Joke! What do you think I'm here for? ”

Regardless of returning to the world, the daughter turned into ten thousand arrows, shot down the soul pot one by one, and the ten thousand gold flew up close to the ground, the fast sword was like electricity, and the ghost car was cut down.

"Do you think I'm here to rob these soul pots, I'm here to liberate them!"

Before Huihuan's words fell, Wan Jin was still chasing and beheading the remaining heads of the ghost car, but Qian Jin cut a few golden gaps in the dark.

Three ups and three downs.

With these three swords, hundreds of soul pots were shattered, and the room was filled with the crackling sound of tiles cracking and fragments hitting the ground.

Hundreds of thoughts of various colors were released at one time, as if they were raising hundreds of colors of dust at once, which could not be dispersed for a while, and floated everywhere, creating a world like a fantasy in an instant.

This illusion is the memory of many people's lives.

In a few moments, they will dissipate and become empty.

As if it never existed.

But it's better than being used by evil immortals, driven by demons, and tortured after death.

This is exactly what Hui Huan thinks in his heart, he knows that he can't save these many people at all, but at least he can free them.

"You...... What a waste of good stuff! ”

Seeing that his abacus was empty, the ghost car may feel sorry for the broken soul pots, and immediately fought back.

Gragra –

The sound of the ghost car became loud, and the eighteen wings slashed diagonally like eighteen blood-drinking steel knives.

Twist it in a circle, then slash it back.

Gragra Gra.

Gragra Gra.

One positive and one negative, like six wheels full of knife tips coming from a fan.

Returning to the world without retreating, Wanjin cast a golden shield hard connection, the two collided, such as the drum horn sounded, for a time, the golden light was like rain, and the feathers were like flowers.

The daughter went around at this time, flew the sword straight down, and slashed again.

The ghost car was in pain, retreated dozens of steps, and eighteen dark red steel wings protected the whole body, not daring to make rash moves.

Hui Huan returned his hand and asked with a smile: "You haven't answered my question yet?" ”

As soon as the words came out, he was about to shoot again, but there were some incredible changes in the field.

On the dark wall, suddenly a soul pot lit up, then a second, and then a third...... The 300th ...... The 3,000th ......

In an instant, 30,000 soul pots lit up almost simultaneously, illuminating the interior as if it were day.

Huihuan, finally saw the appearance of the ugly ghost car, bared his teeth, and shook his head.

Are the souls in these soul pots helping me?

He summoned thousands of gold, and was about to step forward and behead the ten heads of this ghost car.

However, this is not the case, Huihuan only walked half a step, and the voice like a thousand knives in his head suddenly sounded.

Hui Huan had a splitting headache and fell to his knees on the floor.

The 30,000 soul pots suddenly shook together, and they made a tsunami-like sound together.

Roaring, shouting, and pleading.

Huihuan stopped, and he finally heard what was being said in the voice that had been giving him a headache.

Kill us, let's die again.

From the moment Huihuan broke the first soul pot without hesitation, these 30,000 soul souls finally waited for this day.

"Don't make a noise." Huihuan gritted his teeth and endured his headache, "Don't make any noise, I'll help you, let me kill this monster first." ”

Thirty thousand voices, together in silence.

"Looks like I already have the answer."

Huihuan's pale golden pupils flashed a trace of blood, and thousands of gold soared in the air, turning into two sledgehammers.

Two hammers down.

Eighteen steel wings, at least seven broken.

Bang bang

On the top floor of the gimbal, some people can't sit still.

Behind Poppy Achebe flashed a green-skinned fat man, with a rotten face full of holes, his mouth open to speak, and saliva flying wildly.

"I'll go."

"No, let's go together." Poppy Achebe hung up her veil in disgust and got up and smiled.