"It's okay, Poor Dao has already thought about it, and ask Yan Jun to cast a spell. Su Xingxuan said indifferently, these magic weapons were all taken by Su Xingxuan from Guangyangzi, the Seven Killing Demon Lords, the Yin Wind Grandma and the Huangliang Old Monster, in terms of power and supernatural powers, they are much worse than the Blood River Banner and the Three Thousand Great Dao, to put it mildly, Su Xingxuan really didn't take it seriously.

Even if it wasn't Su Xingxuan, it was any monk, if he could give up a few Dao weapons in exchange for a half-immortal weapon, I am afraid that he would make Su Xingxuan's decision, not to mention that doing so would only damage the magic weapon at most, rather than really giving it up, how could Su Xingxuan disagree? So Su Xingxuan's decision seemed irrational, but it was actually the most normal.

Seeing that Su Xingxuan made a decision without even thinking about it, Yan Jun couldn't help but sigh while thinking that he was quite courageous, it was really the same person's fate, and even Su Xingxuan, a magic weapon that he had to weigh, didn't care at all.

"Okay, since Daoist Su has decided so, then the king doesn't have to say much, Daoist Su waits for a while, after the king casts the spell, you will be able to take the breath of the netherworld. Saying that, a sharp light flashed in Yan Jun's eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, the Seven Killing Monument emitted immeasurable blood light, rising to the sky, surging towards the eighteenth layer of hell in the underworld.

I saw that in the eighteen layers of hell, countless fierce souls and ghosts cried wolf, the yin wind gusted, the indescribable killing, the inexhaustible evil consequences, in the iron tree scissors, the stone grinding cow pit is constantly manifesting, changing, and daunting, that is, the soul feels a burst of cold, but people have good and evil, heaven has no selfish feelings, heaven is fair, cause and effect cycle, retribution is unpleasant.

The resentment and evil qi rushed straight to the sky, and the degree of richness was that Su Xingxuan's cultivation couldn't help but change color, only to see that above the resentment, layers of rich cloud-like netherworld qi were like cotton, seemingly soft and powerless, but floating above the sky, it was the toughest wall barrier in the world, and the boundless resentment and evil qi fell on the netherworld qi, but it trembled slightly, and was assimilated by the netherworld qi and turned into a part of the netherworld qi.

Seeing this scene, Su Xingxuan finally knew why the Netherworld Qi would last, as long as the evil in the world continued and evil thoughts were numerous, this Netherworld Qi would not be cut off, unless the sins were dissolved, otherwise the Netherworld Qi would only increase, not decrease. But in the same way, the existence of Netherworld Qi was originally born to carry the sins of reincarnation and hell, and if there were no sins, it would not matter if the Netherworld Qi was reduced.

The Seven Killing Monument floated in the eighteen layers of hell, the rich blood light fell on the body of the fierce souls and ghosts, but it was more and more fueled their ferocity, one by one the hideous and terrible evil ghosts cried more and more miserable, under the hands of the ghost Yaksha, constantly struggling, cutting off limbs and internal organs, bleeding intestinal cord blood, everywhere, and then, I saw the Seven Killing Monument, the seven were like blood and water, and the killing words that were still dripping scarlet blood broke out of the body, and the fierce ghosts who struggled below were killed.

With a flash of blood-colored swords, I saw that the countless fierce souls and ghosts were standing in pieces, and then their bodies began to escape a stream of resentment and killing intent, and they fused towards the Seven Killing Monument, and they saw that the Seven Killing Monument was supported by that resentment and flew towards the Netherworld Qi in the sky. When it landed on the Netherworld, he saw a flash of blood, and a trace of blood light flashed in the gloomy Netherworld, but it became more and more staring, and below the Netherworld Qi, it turned into a shallow barrier.

After doing all this, Yan Jun exhaled lightly, turned his head to look at Su Xingxuan and said, "Okay, now that the eighteenth layer of hell has been strengthened and suppressed by me, Daoist Su can take the Netherworld Qi." When you finish extracting the Netherworld Qi and cause the eighteenth layer of hell to shake, I will take action to suppress the shocking Netherworld Qi. So you must get rid of the Netherworld Qi at that time, otherwise you will be suppressed by me under the Netherworld Qi, and when the time comes, you will face the double attack of the Netherworld Qi and the sins of the eighteen layers of hell, so be careful. ”

"Thank you Yan Jun for reminding me, Poor Dao knows. Su Xingxuan nodded solemnly when he heard this, glanced at Yan Jun and Lu Benshan, and flew towards the Netherworld Qi with a shake of his body.

As soon as he fell into the netherworld qi, Su Xingxuan felt a chill all over his body, and a bone-penetrating chill surged from all directions, Su Xingxuan knew that this was because the netherworld qi was transformed by the pure power of extreme yin, and hurriedly ran the true yuan, and the bone-penetrating chill suddenly disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

Immediately, Su Xingxuan pinched the seal technique, waved his sleeve robe, and the blood river banner suddenly came out of his hand, rolling out of the sky of the blood river, connecting the sky and the earth, the divine dragon saw the head and the tail, and the entire blood river banner was like a wild beast with a big mouth open for blood, swallowing the netherworld qi in front of him. I saw that in the underworld, the aura of the underworld trembled violently, and in an instant, it was as if someone had eaten it.

Although such a small gap can be said to be negligible for the huge total amount of Netherworld Qi, but in the same way, such a gap is not something that Netherworld Qi can repair casually, and the Blood River Banner in Su Xingxuan's hand is constantly vibrating, and streams of Netherworld Qi are pouring into the Blood River Banner like a whale swallowing the sea.

The Blood River Banner was like a gluttonous mantle, constantly devouring the Netherworld Qi, and soon, the Netherworld Qi that covered the sky and the sun was missing a thin layer, and it continued to decrease at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this scene, Yan Jun and Lu Benshan glanced at each other, their eyes were full of surprise, although Su Xingxuan had already said before that he needed a large amount of Netherworld Qi, but knowing that he knew it, when they really saw him collecting Netherworld Qi, especially when he collected Netherworld Qi at such a fast speed, the two of them were still in disbelief.

Finally, as Su Xingxuan collected it, the Netherworld Qi became thinner and thinner, and streams of sinful resentment surged up from the eighteen layers of hell towards the sky, and the blood light turned by the Seven Killing Tablets was obviously crumbling under this kind of impact.

Seeing this scene, Yan Jun knew that the Netherworld Qi could no longer be less, and hurriedly shouted, "Daoist Su, it's almost over, this king is about to make a move, please quickly withdraw from the range of Netherworld Qi." Saying that, Yan Jun pinched the seal, stretched out his hand to put a little on the pile of magic weapons floating in the air, and shouted, "Suppress the Netherworld!"

The pile of magic weapons suddenly turned into Dao streamers, shooting towards the sky above the Netherworld Qi, condensing each other in the air, turning into a mysterious rune, and falling.