"This is the legendary fairy world. Meng Po finally raised her head and looked at the majestic Gate of the Immortal World, the bowl in her hand stayed in mid-air, and the soup on it did not have a trace of ripples.

After Xiaoqing left, the gate of the fairy world slowly closed, and the fairy clouds slowly disappeared.

At this moment, a black divine sword forcibly broke through the gate of the fairy world at the last moment, slashing through the sky of the netherworld with raging flames, and flew towards the white-clothed young man standing by the Nai He Bridge.

"What is that?" King Qin Guang pointed from afar, only to see a divine sword looming, and everywhere he passed, the space trembled.

Ximentian's eyes were closed, and the familiar touch came from his hand again. Powerful power was quickly instilled into his body from the divine sword, causing his depleted immortal qi to quickly fill.

Meng Po's eyes that knew yin and yang swept towards Ximen Tian, but she didn't expect to see nothing except the immortal qi around her. When she wanted to spy on Ximentian's prototype again, a sword aura flashed suddenly, blinding her yin and yang eyes.

"Qin'er, dead?" It was only a moment before a low murmur came from Meng Po's ears. The sound was so far and near that Meng Po couldn't find the source at all.

The young man's white robe gradually dissipated, replaced by the silver-white robe exclusive to the Fengtian Immortal King!

Ximen Tian still had his eyes closed, and his immortal consciousness extended to the other side of the Lechuan River. Countless souls, strong resentments, and a slightly broken bridge...... But there is no Su Qin.

"Meng Po, let me ask you, is Su Qin's soul scattered?" His voice seemed to have magic power, although Meng Po didn't want to answer the question, but the control of her body was not her.

"Yes. As soon as the words fell, the sword flashed, and a head flew out. The bowl in Meng Po's hand lost control and fell on the Nai He Bridge, and the ecstasy soup inside was sprinkled into the Lechuan River.

Meng Po, the dignified Meng Po of the Netherworld, the existence closest to reincarnation stationed on the Nai He Bridge, was actually scattered under this sword!

"I want your whole Netherworld...... Burial!" Ximen Tian's eyes suddenly opened, and the sword storm centered on him and began to spin rapidly. Where the sword qi slid through, countless tiny spatial cracks appeared, forcibly sucking out the products of the Netherworld.

"I'm so miserable, come down with me......" Lechuan Hanoi's soul wailed endlessly, but the moment the sword qi touched it, the resentful river disappeared as if it had evaporated out of thin air.

I don't know how many years have passed, and the Nai He Bridge for the reincarnation of the dead soul has also been reduced to ashes under the anger of Ximentian. By the time he left, the Netherworld's last stop was a void of the Silent Realm. The so-called Lechuan River, Nai He Bridge and Sansheng Stone were all forcibly destroyed.

Outside the Yama Palace, the ten major Yin Marshals and the three major judges were waiting for each other, and behind them, there were countless Yin soldiers and Yin Generals, covered with overlapping souls, and they couldn't see the edge at a glance. Although the wind is trembling and the battle flag is fluttering, the heart of every Yin soldier and Yin general is afraid.

"This Ximen Tian was actually an immortal in his previous life. King Qin Guang's eyes were a little dull, looking at the space that had been destroyed into nothingness in the distance, and the hand holding the Great Seal of Yama began to tremble.

He could have thought of the reason for this, and even chose not to interfere anymore. But in order to make friends with the emperor of the Eight Desolations, he still scattered Su Qin's soul and wiped out his true spirit!

Ximen Tian carried the divine sword and walked towards the Yama Hall step by step. Every inch of the underworld he passed through turned into scorched earth under the destruction of the white fairy qi. His every move in the Netherworld is shattered by mountains and rivers and the destruction of his soul!

"Infernal Hell?" he looked ahead, only to see four eerie characters engraved on the stone tablet. A strong aura of ghosts and resentment permeated the hell, and the cries of countless ghosts and the sound of the soul whip of the Yin Si guarding the hell came from afar, making people feel chills all over the body.

This is the eighteenth layer of hell, in which countless people, beasts, and demons who have done too much evil in their lives are imprisoned, and they are sentenced to this hell by the judges, and they are punished by the prison officials all day long, or they are put into oil pots, swords and fires, beaten and tortured, and their tongues are pulled out and steamed, and they will never be able to live beyond life.

"Boom!" A fairy aura shattered the stone tablet, and stone chips flew everywhere.

"Prison heavy, trespassers die!" the ghost god stationed in front of the hell shouted, and instantly became the size of a thousand zhang, its green face and fangs, and its length was extremely ugly. In the past, if a dead soul dared to pass through here, it would be torn apart and devoured, and become nourishment.

Ximen Tian didn't say a word, but the fairy aura flashed in his eyes, and the thousand ghosts and gods immediately scattered, and the gate of hell opened to him.

The ghosts rushed out frantically, taking on many different shapes to devour the newcomers, but all of them were scattered under their strangulation. The seventeen layers of hell were all reduced to nothing under the sword qi, and even the judge in charge of hell had no power to resist when facing Ximen Tian.

"Aren't you afraid of Heavenly punishment?" In the last layer of hell, the judge sat on the torture table, and the judge's pen in his hand had been broken in two. In front of him, Ximen Tian was holding a divine sword, and the immortal pattern on his forehead exuded a different kind of brilliance.

Although he is a judge of hell, in front of the Fengtian Immortal King, he is not even an ant.

"What do you say?" Ximen Tian didn't know how many Yin Si Soul Souls had been beaten away, and his strong resentment and karma were more than 100,000 times more than when he was in the Eight Desolation Realms.

A sword light flashed, and the last judge in charge of hell turned into a grudge and attached to Ximentian's body.

"I ask the sky and do what I say. Ximen Tian looked up at the sky, and saw that a thick layer of calamity clouds had accumulated in the sky above the netherworld, and bursts of purple-black electricity flickered in the clouds.

Following the exit of hell, Ximen Tian was dressed in a silver-white robe, and his eyes full of immortal aura were full of killing intent.

Outside the Yama Palace, countless Yin soldiers and Yin generals were startled when they saw the white figure, and they couldn't help but retreat back.

"Ximentian, we can talk. "The ten halls of Yama gathered on the Yama Hall and looked at the figure that contained a powerful immortal aura.

"We can hand over our vendetta and disown the Emperor. King Chu Jiang's tone softened, revealing a look of compromise. Several other Yamas also responded.

"Talk, can you bring Qin'er back to life?" Ximen Tian flicked the divine sword, and a gust of wind blew, almost blowing away the souls of the Yin soldiers.

"This ......" As soon as King Qin Guang heard the sound of the sword, his color immediately changed, and as the head of the Ten Palaces of Yama, he was in charge of the Book of Life and Death for the first time, showing a panicked look.

"Since you can't, there's no need to talk about it. Ximen Tian smiled coldly, his whole body was full of immortal energy, and the shattered divine sword emitted an unpredictable phantom.

"You killed us and destroyed the balance of yin and yang in the Eight Desolations, don't you want to leave alive!"

"Let's see me slaughter the Ten Temples first!"