Mu Xiaokui's body was cracking, and the magma around her was surging, spitting and spitting, and bursts of heat hit her, evaporating the dripping sweat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A huge oil pot, in the middle of the magma, was blazing.

As far as the eye can see, there is hot oil, a body with white bones, which rises from the surface of the oil from time to time, and then sinks to the bottom of the oil.

There are countless imps around them holding chains, and at the other end of the chains are living people, their heads scattered, blood dripping down, and the chains pass through the hearts of everyone.

But they didn't die, and how could those who had already died once die?

The little ghost kicked the living person into the oil pot, and with a 'bang', a burst of white smoke rose up, and the skin became red, and in a blink of an eye, it was already a white bone.

Mu Xiaokui watched like this in the sky, and countless people were pushed off the oil pot, but there was no expression at all.

A huge figure stood in front of Mu Xiaokui, his whole body was blood-red, and his bloody hands were carrying chains, and the other end of the chains was locked with Mu Xiaokui.

Locked like a dog!

Maybe the dog can bark a few times, but Mu Xiaokui doesn't even have the heart to bark.

The huge blood shadow stopped drinking, and the countless little ghosts in front of him immediately retreated out of a way, and the sound of the sky booming spread.

They are cheering and furious!

Mu Xiaokui didn't want to hear it, she was afraid, she hoped that the next one to fall into the oil pot would be herself!

Wouldn't it be better to end it sooner?

She didn't want to move, she couldn't move herself, and now she was shaking like a sieve.

It's just like a pile of rotten meat, dragged to the ground.

A long streak of blood was streaked.

Time is tormented, and every minute and second is separated by eternity.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally Mu Xiaokui's turn.

Mu Xiaokui stood next to the oil pot, looking at the oil pot full of white bones, can she still tolerate jumping down?

Mu Xiaokui smiled miserably and thought, "I...... No, it's my aunt and grandmother, the first time I went to hell, this god is really blind, this river and lake are missing the old lady, isn't it a lot boring...... Oh my God!"

The huge blood shadow was already urging impatiently.

Mu Xiaokui looked at the oil pot, and a face suddenly appeared on the top of the oil surface, as if it was Ji Chen, and it seemed to be a big cow......

Mu Xiaokui subconsciously clenched her fists, but found that she was still holding the soul chasing sheath in her hand, and then "poofed" and said with a smile: "There is only less meat on your fucking ass!"

Mu Xiaokui suddenly turned around and thought: If his mother dies like this, who will tell the old lady that the meat on the stinky boy's ass is less than that of the old lady, is it difficult to let the old lady wait in this oil pot for hundreds of years?

Mu Xiaokui's turn was full of courage, and the soul chasing sheath in his hand was full of strength.

Pale hands, pitch-black knives.

At this time, the pale hand had a hint of ruddy, but the knife was still as black as ink.

The huge blood shadow was crossed by the soul chasing sheath, and the body shape actually turned into a blood qi and merged into the soul chasing sheath, and the chain that was originally hanging on Mu Xiaokui's neck also shattered.

Mu Xiaokui's eyes were cold, the heat around him was dissipating, the oil pot beside him was no longer boiling, and the magma below was no longer surging.

The little ghosts around him stopped cheering, and they were dumbfounded.

Mu Xiaokui raised the soul chasing sheath and waved it down, and the bloody aura spread out in all directions, and the little ghosts around him turned into powder without saying a word.

Mu Xiaokui smiled, at this time it was really a little sunflower bathed in the sun!

Mu Xiaokui muttered, "It's kind of interesting!"

Mu Xiaokui opened her eyes, and Ji Chen and the little monk were looking at her in front of her, their eyes full of doubts.

A white lantern on the ground was shattered in half, and the blood-red word 'Shou' was broken at the waist, and the lamp oil was spilled on the ground.

Where did the oil pot come from? hell and magma at this time?

As before.

"What's wrong with you, you screamed with a knife, and then your face was like ashes, and then you actually laughed and fell into a demon?" Ji Chen asked with concern.

Mu Xiaokui didn't speak, put the pitch-black knife into the scabbard, and then stared at Ji Chen's lower body, just a little surprised.

Ji Chen flicked Mu Xiaokui's head with his hand and said, "Woman!"

Mu Xiaokui was in pain, glaring at Ji Chen, and there was some tenderness in her eyes.

Less than a moment of tenderness! The little monk could turn it all to ashes as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Be careful, the ghost soldiers are coming!"

The hearts of the people who had been relaxed rose to their throats again.

Sure enough, the white lanterns around them suddenly went out, and then 'rubbed' again, lighting up a green light, emitting a strange light.

Fog swept through the village, drowning the surrounding houses in the mist.

"Listen, what sound?" Mu Xiaokui reminded.

Everyone listened attentively, and there was a burst of gongs and drums, as if there was erhu and suona......

I faintly heard someone drinking: "Pull out the mountain and cover the world......"

Unable to allow everyone to think too much, countless ghost soldiers rushed to kill in the fog, and the shouts surged, which was overwhelming.

Ghosts and gods!

Don't think about it, the pitch-black knife in Mu Xiaokui's hand has already been issued, and his hand is no longer trembling, and it has become decisive and powerful.

The knife slashed through the neck of the ghost soldier, and although he couldn't see a big human head, he could turn the ghost soldier in front of him into powder.

Ji Chen's body moved, turned into a breeze, and the thin willow in his hand, like the name, turned into a willow branch as light and walked away.

When he reappeared, there was a transparent hole in the hearts of dozens of ghost soldiers, which dissipated in an instant.

The little monk was much more relaxed, still clasping his hands together, as if they had never changed. Ji Chen only knew that when the little monk drank wine and ate meat, he would not put his hands together.

Could it be that you are afraid that the Buddha will blame you?

Behind the little monk, six demon-descending pestles appeared, slowly rotating around the little monk, waiting for a ghost soldier to kill, the Buddha's voice lingered on the six demon-descending pestles, and the ghost soldier was like a paper paste, just a blink of an eye, and the head was pierced.

Everyone didn't know how long it would take to kill, but the ghost soldiers still had no tendency to decrease, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker.

The water vapor is so thick that it makes people breathless!

The three of them retreated together, and countless ghost soldiers surrounded them, enveloping everyone in it.

"What should I do? This thing can't withstand the old lady's knife. Mu Xiaokui proposed.

The little monk shook his head: "Now that the fog is closing the village, where is the road? I'm afraid that this fog will not dissipate, and neither the little monk nor the benefactor will be able to get out of this fog." ”

The little monk came here earlier than all of them, and Rao Yes's Dharma added body, and he didn't get out of the fog.

This fog is so strange!

Ghost soldiers emerge in an endless stream, Yue Zhan Yu Yong!

The little monk remained silent, and said in a deep voice: "Donor, and protect the Dharma for the little monk!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes and didn't care about anything else.

The little monk folded his hands and chanted Buddhist scriptures, and the fog around him swept and condensed, but there was no trace of contamination on the corners of the little monk's clothes.

"Damn, what is this little monk doing? Close your eyes and wait for death?" Mu Xiaokui swept through thousands of troops with one move, and the ghost soldiers around him dissipated like sand.

Ji Chen's eyes froze, his expression was solemn, he gritted his teeth, and cursed secretly in his heart.

Ji Chen held the sword in one hand and the sword trick in the other, and suddenly drank a sentence:

"Four Spirits - Suzaku"

"Burn!"

The sword fingers in Ji Chen's hand outlined a holy beast, with a long roar, the hooves called the heavens and the earth, and a vermilion bird flew out from the tip of the sword and flew in Huanyu.

From the moment Suzaku set out, the surrounding fog dissipated a lot, and bursts of heat forced back the fog, and the ghost soldiers slowly melted in the magma, and countless ghost soldiers howled, like the sound of purgatory.

For a while, a huge space was vacated around everyone, and the fog condensed and entangled ten zhang away, not daring to entangle a point.

Ji Chen knelt on one knee on the ground, pointed to the ground with a thin willow, stabilized his body, and beads of sweat dripping down the size of beans, this move was enough to make him overdrawn.

Just when the ghost soldier's ghost was still gone, another singing voice came, this time the voice was no longer hidden, the sound penetrated everyone, knowing that the voice was far away, but he felt that it was close to the ear and whispered.

“...... If you don't die, you can't help it, and you can't help it. ”

The voice is sad and sad, more moving than the ape cry of the Three Gorges!

When the overlord of Chu was embattled, he wrote this "Song of the Fall", and the situation at that time was not as good as at this time.

But everyone didn't have the courage of Chu Overlord, let alone his pride.

As soon as the desolate voice fell, the ghost soldiers in the fog attacked again.

Ji Chen looked at the little monk and wanted to remind him, but he suppressed the anger in his heart, and thought: Put a big move, you have been chanting for a quarter of an hour, if you are a master, the little monk, you have already been divided.

Ji Chen reluctantly stood up, the thin willow in his hand seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, and every time he waved, his arm was unbearably sore.

The little monk spits out the Buddha's voice, every time he sings a word, a word is revealed, the Buddha's voice is transformed, and the golden Buddhist scriptures float in the air and condense in the sky above the little monk.

Ji Chen's body was unstable at this time, and he barely swung it to kill, the Yanling knife in Mu Xiaokui's hand had already fallen to the ground, and countless ghost soldiers threw Mu Xiaokui to the ground......

"Amitabha!"

The little monk opened his eyes suddenly, recited a Buddha name, and countless Buddhist scriptures in the sky condensed into a huge golden bell, and there was a blessing of the six-character mantra of Buddhism.

Looking at it faintly, each sutra seems to have a big Buddha standing in it.

The little monk's eyes were sharp, and he said slowly:

"Ten thousand laws are immortal, the heart of the great wish!"

"Dang!"

As soon as the little monk's voice fell, a huge bell rang out above the huge golden bell.

A burst of golden light flashed, like a stone falling into the center of the lake, and golden ripples spread out in the air, shaking the void.

In just one moment, the ghost soldiers who came into contact with the golden light immediately turned to ashes.

Even the fog was dispersed, revealing its true form.

Mu Xiaokui, who was originally thrown to the ground by the ghost soldiers, stood up, her eyes full of disbelief, just one bell could disperse the fog and ghost soldiers.

Before everyone could breathe, the strange sound came again, and everyone turned to look, and the blood-red coffin stood at the door of a pear orchard at some point, covering the gate.

A strong smell of blood came from it, and something could be seen hanging upside down on the beam.

Everyone went cautiously, and when they saw it clearly, they couldn't help but feel numb on their scalps!

The thing hanging upside down was a corpse!

A skinned corpse!