Chapter 451: The man wielding the knife.
There are lights flashing in and out of the thick fog. It should be that the exorcists led by Mr. Ping are frantically collecting the Earth Core Soul Melting Grass.
They do not have the righteousness of their family and country as demon-suppressing soldiers, and they only want to increase their bargaining chips for survival in the end of the law.
But we are different.
We don’t want to be like dogs, enslaved by Fengdu, the old gods, and the immortals.
We can only fight to the end, even if we die in the end.
Zhang Sanfen walked forward quickly carrying the Tantric iron rod, and soon saw a pale green light and shadow through the fog.
The light and shadow covered a huge area, and after being refracted by the black mist, almost the entire world was reflected in dark green.
This is the city of futile death in the eighteenth level of hell.
Zhang Sanfen looked at it carefully for a while and said, "The soul pollution inside is very serious. Can it survive?"
I shrugged indifferently.
Queen Secret Heart gave me Chakravartin as a Shiquan Dabu pill, and to this day, I have basically digested everything that needs to be digested.
If you can't even stop this bit of soul pollution, your sister's good intentions will be in vain.
As for Dong Yi and Zhang Baiqiang.
One holds a wordless heavenly book in his hand, and the other is extremely talented. Not to mention combat power, his soul strength alone has vaguely reached the A-level level.
As long as we don't live here for a long time, there is nothing we can do about this little bit of soul pollution.
Zhang Sanfen glanced past us one by one and said in a deep voice: "I won't say any more!"
"I will only say a few words! First, we must help the City Lord who died in vain to cross the road of questioning and become an S-class !"
"Second! After this is done, if the Lord of the City of Wasted Death is still alive, he will give us something!" "
The rest, no matter who they are or what ghosts they are, as long as they dare to take action against the City of Wasted Death, kill him!"
I was confused. Is this a deal?
The city lord died in vain in exchange for something, in exchange for the full support of Middle-earth.
But the old gods have already controlled the eighteen levels of hell. Except for the hell of wasted death, the other seventeen prison lords have all become loyal believers of the old gods!
They also seemed to know that the city lord who died in vain could not be polluted by his soul, so they tried their best to kill him.
So a war broke out from the Curseless Road Base in the City of Fushou.
It’s just that I’m curious, what did the city lord give up in vain to make it worthwhile for Middle-earth to send two demon-suppressing envoys and two elite teams to risk their lives to help him?
And why did the city lord have to ask for help from China after he died in vain?
He is an evil ghost. If he reaches S level one day, wouldn't Fengdu be the one he should defect to most?
The closer we get to the City of Vain, the lighter the black mist becomes.
At the same time, we finally entered the range shrouded in green light.
Unexpectedly, the ubiquitous green light in the city was actually a street lamp.
The lights are all made of green will-o'-the-wisps, dancing happily on every stone pillar like a lamppost.
I was also secretly amazed when I saw this scene.
It is said that the City of Wasted Death is the most evil and vicious city in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and the ghosts of Wasted Death inside are the most resentful and violent beings.
Why does it look like Wusi City looks like a modern place now?
At least when I was in Jigui City, the so-called ghost country alliance didn't do this.
The will-o'-the-wisps all over the city were beating constantly, and the places where the light could not reach were filled with thick black mist.
We moved forward very quickly in battle formation, but we didn't find a single evil spirit.
It seemed like the entire city was an empty ghost town.
Well, this is where evil spirits live, so it doesn't matter if it's called a ghost town.
But what about the evil spirits inside?
What about killing the city lord in vain?
Where are the reinforcements of demon-suppressing soldiers?
Where have they all gone?
Empty streets, shabby stone-like buildings, and green will-o'-the-wisps all around.
Although we are well-informed, we are also murmuring in our hearts by the situation in front of us.
It would be okay if there were all kinds of evil spirits here, but at worst it would be a fierce battle.
But there is nothing here, no evil ghosts, no unjust death of the city lord, and no support from the Middle Earth.
The whole city seems to be an empty city.
While he was thinking about it, Zhang Sanfen suddenly stopped. He listened intently, and then his face changed color slightly.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfen said quickly: "We found them!"
It was okay that he didn't say anything. As soon as he said this, I immediately heard a faint sound of fighting coming from a distance.
Before I could figure out the direction, Zhang Sanfen had already sped up and shouted: "Follow me!" The
buildings and street lights on both sides quickly retreated, and the faint sound of fighting became increasingly clear.
It wasn't until we saw a huge soul-calling flag that we suddenly saw a magnificent square.
The square is very large, about three hundred meters long and wide.
It is surrounded by hundreds of huge stone pillars, and on each stone pillar, a ball of green flames is constantly tumbling, dispersing the surrounding black fog.
In the square, a huge black soul flag fluttered in the wind. The flag was billowing up and down, and a faint ghost could still be seen on the flag.
That's a soul-gathering flag.
Each level of the eighteen levels of hell has a flag like this.
There are various patterns on the flags, but most of them are Yin Qi condensed, and then their three souls and seven souls are engraved on them. As soon as the soul-gathering flag is raised, the ghosts are commanded.
The evil spirits in the Eighteenth Level of Hell are not very intelligent, but they are loyal enough.
Before being contaminated by souls, they only recognized their prison master and the soul-gathering flag drawn by the prison master.
Otherwise, even if the King of Heaven comes, I will not be able to mobilize them.
But now, thousands of evil spirits are constantly attacking this soul-gathering flag.
Under the Soul Gathering Flag, a man like an iron tower was laughing wildly.
He was wielding a heavy giant knife in his hand, with black energy lingering around the blade.
With just a wave of his hand, dozens of evil ghosts were chopped to pieces and their souls were scattered all over the place.
But the evil ghosts have been contaminated by the souls of the old gods. Although they were defeated steadily, they still pounced on them without hesitation, and then were cut into a wisp of yin energy by the black giant knife.
The strong man swung his sword tirelessly, while the evil spirits continued to pounce upward without knowing death.
In just ten seconds, the strong man had swung his sword seven or eight times in succession, and at least fifty or sixty evil ghosts were chopped to pieces by him!
We stopped suddenly and hid ourselves where the green flames could not reach us.
Watching the strong man continue to swing his sword and continue to chop, as if he never knew how tired he was, and as if he had never been afraid in his heart, they couldn't help but feel horrified.
Zhang Baiqiang praised: "What a man!"
I said: "The city lord died in vain!"
Yes, despite the solid body of this iron tower-like man, the black giant sword in his hand is just like the real thing.
But in fact, his body is made of condensed Yin Qi, but because it is so perfectly compressed, it looks like it has a physical body at first glance.
To be honest, among the dead souls I have seen, King Yama is the only one who can condense his body to this extent.
And compared to him, the so-called top ten shady men are just like dirt.
King Yama is infinitely close to S level.
In the hell of wasted death, the only one who reached this level was the city lord who was wasted in vain.
I glanced at Zhang Sanfen and asked with my eyes if he wanted to help.
But Zhang Sanfen shook his head quickly, and then set his sights on a high platform not far away.
I followed his gaze and looked forward, only to find that there were five black soul-gathering flags on the high platform.
Under each flag, there is a ferocious evil spirit with an ugly face.
These are the five prison lords of hell.
They did not participate in the battle to besiege the city lord who died in vain, but continued to let the evil spirits under their command launch suicidal attacks.
But although there was only one person in the city, the black giant sword seemed to be untired when he swung it. No matter how many evil spirits rushed up, he would kill them with one strike.
No wonder even a fierce guy like Zhang Baiqiang couldn't help but praise him as a good man.
I glanced at Zhang Sanfen, only to see Zhang Sanfen squinting at the five prison masters.
Judging from his expression, he was clearly plotting against these five guys.
Five prison masters, five A-levels.
On our side, there is an A-level peak, and the rest basically only have B-level combat effectiveness.
Although the soul strength is sufficient, high soul strength does not mean high combat effectiveness.
Except for Zhang Sanfen, if we really have to fight against an A-level prison master, it would be a real challenge.
But if it's unexpected, that's a different matter.
Zhang Sanfen was thinking about it when he heard a prison master say loudly: "Gu Feng! All you killed were your former subordinates!"
"If you continue to kill, you will never be able to survive the journey of questioning your conscience!"
" What's wrong with believing in the old gods? The end of the Dharma era is coming, and only the old gods can lead us to occupy this world!" The black
giant sword in the hand of the city owner did not stop at all, but the fluctuations in his soul came over: "Shit!"
The prison lord was furious: "Gu Feng! What can you do even if you can fight again!"
"The power of the soul is not infinite after all! You have already swung eight hundred and seventy-six swords! There are enough evil ghosts who have been beaten to death by you. Five thousand!"
"You have reached the end of your strength!"
"As long as I wait to take action! You will be doomed!" The
black giant sword that killed the city lord suddenly rose up, killing the evil ghost that rushed towards him. At the same time, the tip of the sword was already aimed at the prisoner. host.
The fluctuations in his soul came again: "You all come together! Look who is the one who is so scared!"
Not to mention, when he pointed with a knife, even though they were hundreds of meters away, the five prison masters were still alive. The black energy still exploded.
One of them even couldn't help but take two steps back.
He concealed the fear in his heart and said quickly: "What nonsense are you talking to him! There are 130,000 evil spirits in the city, but I don't believe he can kill them all by himself!" "
So what if he kills them all! He has a demon inside him, and he will never be able to walk through the path of questioning his heart!"
I finally understood.
These five prison masters were actually frightened by the unjust execution of the city master, and they did not dare to fight him.
Fortunately, the entire eighteen levels of hell are affected by the soul pollution of the old gods.
Especially the 130,000 evil ghosts who died in vain have become the puppets of the old gods.
Then the next step is very simple, control the evil ghosts of the City of Waste to Death to kill the lord of the City of Waste to Death.
Isn't this a wonderful thing?
(End of chapter)