As Yu Chen walked forward, the endless ghosts and gods above the rolling clouds, with green faces and fangs, scarlet eyes, and murderous intent, followed and moved.

The endless horror and ferocity rolled and crushed like the tide of the sea!

From that moment, the indescribable fear inevitably rose from his heart, and he trembled!

Oooo

Six more steps back!

The King of Heaven could barely restrain himself, taking six more steps back!

- "Which day do you want to be even?" ”

That indifferent question made King Ping Tianwang tremble, raised his head, and looked at Yu Chen.

At this moment, he stood there, as if he were in the middle of the whole world.

That feeling is no stranger to King Pingtian.

Previously, when he was in his heyday, in the secret realm of Pingtian, he was like this.

- Lord of Heaven and Earth.

Suddenly, he heard the words that the man in front of him had just said.

"—this is my territory."

King Ping Tian looked around.

In addition to the terrifying ghosts and gods above the endless clouds, there is also the mighty yellow spring that flows endlessly, the hideous palace hidden in the darkness, the terrifying hell that stretches across the sky, and the majestic ghost gate......

The more you look.

The more Pingtian Wang felt...... Familiar.

It's as if I've seen this world somewhere.

Then, it's like something explodes in your head.

Come to think of it!

A long, long time ago, King Ping Tian strayed into an immortal cave.

- That's the real Immortal Cave Mansion, but it's not an exaggerated story spread by the folks.

It is precisely because of that adventure that he got a lot of opportunities, so that King Ping Tianwang made great progress all the way, and finally reached the peak.

And that is in the Immortal Cave Mansion, in addition to those great rare and exotic fruits, the treasures of the gods.

He also found some of the immortal's notes.

The last of them, there is a record: the Yellow Spring is rolling, the Yin Palace is glorious, the eighteen purgatory, thousands of ghosts and gods, the ghost gate is Xiongguan, the three lives of strange stones, the present world before death, the ghost city after death, and sighs the end of life, the gate of the underworld is open, and the fairy gods and Bodhisattvas must also come......

The first half of the note depicts a vast and terrifying netherworld.

And in the latter half, it is said that the underworld, the ghost city of Xudu, is the destination of all living and dead souls.

Humans, gods, immortals, Buddhas, demons...... Let your talent be peerless, the power of God is endless, and you are powerful.

As long as you die, you will come to this netherworld and be reincarnated!

At the end of the note, the strokes were scribbled and unrecognizable, as if the immortal had gone mad when he wrote this last one.

But there is one thing to say, King Ping Tianwang listened to the story at the beginning.

Because the so-called underworld in the legend, reincarnation, is too far away.

It's so far away that it's impossible to verify.

So King Ping Tianwang never cared.

Until today.

He saw with his own eyes, this eerie and gloomy world.

The memories that were about to be forgotten were only recalled again.

- Underworld!

This is the rumored Netherworld that has long since collapsed!

Whether it is an immortal, demon, god or Buddha, as long as he dies, he will be governed and judged by the underworld!

——The good and evil in the yang world are left to you, who will be spared by the eighteen purgatory?

He looked at Yu Chen's gaze and became extremely frightened!

Trembling!

Tooth stricken!

If this place were an underworld!

And this guy......

"You...... Who are you? King Ping Tian was stunned and asked!

"Me?"

Yu Chen scratched his head,

"Went to the capital to see the grave?"

"Law-abiding people of the Eastern Wilderness?"

"The notorious judge?"

"These are me."

He folded his fingers, and finally lowered his head and looked at King Pingtian, "But at this moment, here and now, I am the head of the Yin Division, the honor of all ghosts, and the lord of the underworld who judges life and death and judgment of good and evil, number...... Drunk! ”

At that moment, endless clouds, thousands of ghosts and gods, shouted loudly, and knelt on both knees!

Yu Chen's eyes became empty and indifferent, as if he had changed from a human being to some kind of will, and slowly spoke, like the voice of heaven.

"Pingtian King Gou Ying's family, for the heaven and earth, the king of the Tao, but for his own selfish interests, sacrifice millions of sentient beings, to the death of the living souls, the crime is extremely evil!

It was sentenced that he had gone through the Sword Mountain Hell, the Fire Sea Hell, the Steamer Hell, and the Copper Pillar Hell...... Execute it now! ”

A word is spoken, and heaven and earth follow.

The eighteen purgatory, which stretches across the heavenly dome, the door is open!

The fierce and vicious ghosts, the cruel smile does not stop, and the sneer is fierce!

Wow!

King Pingtian, take three more steps back!

Looking at the tall figure, the endless fear in his heart was forcibly suppressed, and the power of the divine soul in his whole body completely exploded!

Triggering endless terrifying golden light, the mighty and dazzling, like the blazing sun!

"What netherworld? What is the Lord of All Demons? ”

He was scared and angry, desperate!

"You are the wreckage of the old days! You deserve to die forever! You don't want to judge this king! Ahh!!h Open it to this king! Crush to this king! ”

As he spoke, the brilliant golden light surged up, bursting out with endless terrifying might!

You will forcibly tear the void and return to this world!

But at that moment, King Ping Tian saw it.

The thousands of ghosts and gods did not stop him.

The young man didn't stop him.

They just looked at him like poor frogs boiled in boiling water.

The next moment, an extreme terrifying cold enveloped the whole body.

King Ping Tianwang only felt all over his body, and couldn't help but tremble!

He felt something, and turned his head to look!

I saw that behind me, the endless boiling yellow spring water was pouring down!

Thousands of feet high, overwhelming, unstoppable!

And above the surging terrifying waves, there was also a young girl who was twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a black robe and expressionless.

Looking at him, it's like watching a struggling worm.

The water of the Yellow Spring is surging down!

The endless golden light of the divine soul was destroyed in an instant!

The bone-chilling cold, the endless resentful ghosts in the Yellow Spring, passed through the body of the Ping Tianwang in an instant!

Ahh!!h

He erupted in a scream of fear and pain!

Wait for the yellow spring to fall.

The last trace of the power of the Heavenly King's divine soul was also completely crushed!

He was slapped by a wave on the bank of the Huangquan River, his whole body was painful and numb, and he could no longer move.

Huang Quan saluted Yu Chen, and then returned to the water without even looking at the Heavenly King of Ping.

Yu Chen lowered his head, his gaze intersecting with that of the Ping Heavenly King.

In those eyes, anger, resentment, and unwillingness...... Everything has faded.

Instead, pain and fear filled the face of the dignified king.

Yu Chen looked at him like a dead dog, and beckoned to the two ghosts, "Drag it down." ”

The two hideous and terrifying, fierce and vicious ghosts took the order, stepped forward, took out the rusty Senhan iron hook, snorted into the flesh and blood of the King of Pingtian, and dragged it away.

In a short time, there were terrible wails and roars in the eighteen hells.

But as the ancient gate closed, everything fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

After solving the Pingtian King, Yu Chen took a deep breath, said hello to everyone in the underground mansion, opened the door, and returned to the Pingtian Secret Realm.

The whole process was a long one.

But in reality, it's only half an hour.

From the time King Ping Tianwang was taken away by the Duren Sutra to Yu Chen's coming out of the underworld, it only took half an hour of effort.

For Yan Yu, half an hour was originally just the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, it is like a year!

She didn't know what Yu Chen had done, where King Ping Tian had gone, and what the final outcome had been.

You can only wait.

Finally, Yu Chen's figure walked out and arched his hand: "Miss Yan, it's solved." ”

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and concentrated.

The Nine Dragons slowly rotated.

With the connection of that incomparably profound bloodline, Yan Yu, as the instrument spirit of the Nine Dragons Ding, naturally felt it very clearly, and in the dark, there was a trace of the breath of the Heavenly King.

He...... Not dead yet!

It's not really gone yet!

So, Yan Yu looked at Yu Chen, who had returned, shook his head, and immediately expressed his feelings. "Your Excellency, the king of Naping Heaven Gou Ying...... Not dead yet. ”

"Yes."

Yu Chen nodded.

In fact, just threw King Ping Tianwang into the underworld, not following the normal process of judging people to death, so he did not pass the judge's palace, nor did he open the book of good and evil.

Because the vitality of King Pingtian, that is, his longevity, has not really been completely exhausted.

Yu Chen just used a small privilege to let Huang Quan crush all his soul power, and then threw his half-dead soul into hell to enjoy.

- This kind of thing, Yu Chen naturally can't do it in the yang world, but fortunately, the king of Pingtian only has a wisp of divine soul left, and he is restrained by the Duren Sutra and the Yin Cao Difu.

In addition, he was thrown into the underworld, and he became a fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered.

After the eighteen hells are well understood, his longevity is exhausted, and his soul should be truly gone.

Thinking of this, Yu Chen shook his head, "But it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of time sooner or later." ”

After a pause, he suddenly smiled, and he was brilliant, and there was a terrifying cold chill.

"—Besides, I suppose that His Majesty should be eager to die at once, even though he is still alive? His soul is scattered, his form and spirit are destroyed, it should be his only pursuit at this moment. ”

Looking at Yu Chen's smile, Yan Yu didn't know why, and the spirit of the spirit shuddered!

She really wanted to ask, what happened, what happened to King Pingtian, and what happened?

But her instincts and Pontus, at that moment, seemed to warn her with the loudest voice!

- Don't ask, don't care!

So Yan Yu finally forced down his heart, just nodded, and did not continue to ask.

So, one thing ended here.

Although today's Pingtian King has never really lost his soul and disappeared.

But being in the Eighteen Hells is countless times more painful and torturous than death.

All in all, a majestic king, after a long time of planning and planning.

Eventually fall into the clouds.

This opened the secret realm of Pingtian for hundreds of years, and finally came to an end.

The dust settled.

(End of chapter)