sjar Chapter 622: The Power of the King of Hell
Chapter 622: The Power of the King of Hell
In the dark.
An invisible thought gazes into the underworld.
This is exactly what Su Mu wanted.
He is the lord of the underworld and the primordial heavenly way.
Naturally, he could not hide what happened in the underworld.
He really didn't expect such a change to happen.
The Wanliu Sect from the fairy world actually entered the netherworld by accident.
However, Su Mu had no intention of intervening.
The underworld today is no longer the original underworld.
To be honest, the strength of people like Wan Liuzong is very strong.
If they directly attack the Xuantian World, it will definitely cause huge trouble to the Great Wilderness Empire and Su Mu.
However, they went to the netherworld.
This is simply asking for death.
The underworld is ruled by the King of Hell.
The King of Hell’s cultivation level is that of a supreme immortal, almost the same as the deputy leader of the Wanliu Sect.
But the King of Hell possesses the physical body of the ancient Demon Immortal Emperor.
This is the physical body of a top-level Golden Immortal.
If there was no King of Hell, Su Mu would definitely need to take action.
Judging from the current situation, even if the two Yin gods, Riyoushen and Bai Wuchang, took action, they were still unable to resist Wan Liuzong.
not far away.
Everyone in the Bixiao Sect was watching this battle secretly.
Every one of them was shocked.
After all, it was a battle among the top Xuanxian level.
The strength of the immortals in Wanliu Sect is stronger than that of Bixiao Sect.
Xiao Beiheng is only an upper-level Xuanxian, but the deputy leader of Wanliu Sect is an extreme-level Xuanxian.
Moreover, the Wanliu Sect also has a branch of the Earth Willow, which is comparable to a half-step Golden Immortal.
The shock in the hearts of the people on Blue Star was even stronger.
To them, the battle before them was like a battle in mythology.
Half-step Golden Immortal, fighting against the Netherworld God.
It was as if a myth from the previous life had come into reality.
"There is the Black Impermanence and the Sun Wandering God. Do you think there really is a King of Hell?"
A woman from Blue Star said.
"Maybe there is."
"If there is, this is the real underworld."
"Hiss, then will we see the legendary eighteen levels of hell?"
They were both frightened and excited.
The other people from the Bixiao Sect nearby were speechless when they heard their conversation.
These eight guys have been talking in a weird way all the time.
Now they even feel that there is something wrong with the brains of these eight people.
Ordinary people would only feel fear when hearing about the Eighteen Levels of Hell, but these eight people seemed to be looking forward to it?
At this time, Xie Bian had been completely suppressed.
"Sir, if you surrender to my Wanliu Sect and tell me all the secrets of this pseudo-Netherworld and Xuantian world, I will spare your life."
The deputy leader of Wanliu Sect said.
Xie Bian said calmly: "You are about to face a disaster."
"A disaster is coming?"
The deputy leader of Wanliu Sect looked gloomy, "Sir, I think you really won't cry until you see the coffin..."
The words were not finished.
Boom!
An unimaginable pressure came like a world-destroying torrent.
After a moment, a man with a beautiful face, as if carved by nature, appeared.
Everyone in the Wanliu Sect was stunned.
"See the King of Hell."
Xie Bian and Shen Moling looked serious and bowed to the visitor.
If other beings were to become the King of Hell, they might not necessarily accept it.
But when Yan Tianchang took over, they were convinced.
After all, he was once the Ancient Demon Immortal Emperor.
"Meet Hades."
The other ghost messengers all knelt down and worshipped, appearing extremely fanatical and excited.
"Yama!"
"We actually saw the King of Hell."
"There really is a King of Hell."
The people of Blue Star were also extremely excited.
Perhaps because of the legend of Blue Star, they are not as afraid of the King of Hell as others.
"Yama?"
Everyone in the Wanliu Sect was stunned.
This fake underworld actually has a King of Hell?
The strength of the two previous "pseudo Yin Gods" was already terrifying enough.
As a result, an even more terrifying King of Hell came.
They couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and they had already vaguely realized that something was wrong.
"Great Elder, is this really a fake Netherworld?"
"The more I look at it, the more it seems real."
As they spoke, fear was evident in their eyes.
If this is the real underworld, then their previous actions can no longer be described as "seeking death".
This is simply because they think their death is too comfortable.
"impossible!"
The deputy leader of Wanliu Sect could not accept it.
You must know that the Earth Willow of the Wanliu Sect is an ancient existence and has experienced the catastrophe of the collapse of the underworld.
So when they learned that this was the underworld, they completely refused to believe it.
Even at this moment, the deputy leader of Wanliu Sect still didn't believe it.
This resulted in him subconsciously controlling the willow branches to attack the King of Hell.
The King of Hell did not stop the attack of the Earth Willow Branch.
This made the deputy leader of Wanliu Sect look happy.
Willow branches soon began to whip the King of Hell.
The body of the King of Hell is that of a top-level golden immortal.
The attack power of the branch of the Earth Willow is not weak, but it is also unable to shake the body of the King of Hell at all.
Therefore, it didn't take long for the deputy leader of Wanliu Sect to change his expression drastically, with fear in his eyes.
Then, the King of Hell stretched out his hand and grabbed.
When he grabbed, it seemed as if the entire world was compressing.
The branch of the ground willow was compressed and became smaller in an instant, and finally turned into a small sapling and fell into the hands of the King of Hell.
The deputy leader of Wanliu Sect only felt that he had lost the sense of the branches of the Earth Willow.
He was immediately traumatized and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"escape."
The deputy leader of Wanliu Sect made a prompt decision.
His spiritual sense is powerful and he can sense that this world is quite vast.
If the people of Wanliu Sect fled separately, perhaps some of them could escape.
At this point, this is all he could do to prevent the Wanliu Sect's thousand-man army from being wiped out.
He himself stayed behind to fight against the King of Hell, hoping to buy time for the rest of the Wanliu Sect to escape.
"Yiuhe."
Then, the deputy leader of Wanliu Sect took out a willow leaf flute from his arms.
He quickly used his own blood to carve spells on the willow leaf flute.
hum!
The surrounding void shook and a river appeared.
In the river, there emerged many human figures carved out of willow wood, looking extremely evil.
"Resisting stubbornly."
The King of Hell snorted coldly.
A terrible chill came over me.
The temples of the deputy leader of Wanliu Sect were instantly covered with white frost, and he felt that his spiritual power was about to be frozen.
"Break it for me."
He roared.
Before he could finish his words, the water of Liu River suddenly rolled back into the sky.
The willow wood statues soaked in the river all opened their eyes, and blood-red whirlpools emerged in their empty eye sockets.
The deputy leader of the Wanliu Sect bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the willow leaf flute. The shrill sound of the flute shook the void.
Then, a dense rain of blood spurted out from the eye sockets of the willow wood statues, covering the sky and the earth and shooting towards the King of Hell.
The King of Hell was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and the blood rain in the sky instantly stopped.
A drop of ink dripped from his fingertips and instantly turned into a pitch-black dragon that pounced on the willow statue.
Before becoming the King of Hell, he was the Ancient Demon Immortal Emperor. How could he not have powerful means?
The pitch-black dragon was extremely terrifying, and it started fighting with the willow wood statues.
One willow wood statue after another was smashed to pieces.
The deputy leader of Wanliu Sect looked pale. He wanted to change everything, but he felt powerless.
It doesn't stop there.
The next moment, the King of Hell took a step forward and entered the Liu River directly.
The water of Liu River attacked the King of Hell's body crazily, but could not harm him at all.
Boom boom boom...
The King of Hell's body began to swell.
Ten feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet...
When he rose to a height of a thousand feet, the Liu River could no longer bear it.
Willow River collapsed.
Click!
The willow leaf flute in the hands of the deputy leader of Wanliu Sect broke into pieces.
He suddenly vomited blood, suffered a severe backlash, and his soul fell from a high altitude.
But there was a relieved smile on his face.
He knew that he couldn't stop the King of Hell.
Fortunately, he bought time for the people of Wanliu Sect.
At this moment, everyone in Wanliu Sect had already fled.
During the previous battle, his spiritual awareness expanded to its limit and he discovered that this netherworld was indeed vast.
In such a vast world, if the people of Wanliu Sect hide well, perhaps many of them can survive.
"A comprehensive hunt, no one should be left behind."
The King of Hell gave the order coldly.
In an instant, all the underworld's evil spirits began to move.
There are quite a few evil people in the underworld nowadays.
The Xuantian world has experienced many wars in recent times, and many creatures have accumulated a lot of merit before their death.
Although these merits cannot make them become Yin gods, they can still serve as Yin messengers.
There are now more than three million registered ghost messengers in the netherworld.
When these more than three million Yincha are mobilized, the energy that will be released will undoubtedly be enormous.
"This might be our chance."
"Now the attention of the Yin Gods in the Netherworld is all on the immortals of the Wanliu Sect."
"But we are also living people. Once the Yin Gods have dealt with the immortals of the Wanliu Sect, they will sooner or later target us."
"While they haven't noticed us yet, let's participate in capturing the immortals of the Wanliu Sect and accumulate some merits. Maybe we can get the Yin Gods to show some leniency to us."
Everyone from the Bixiao Sect said.
Immediately, they specifically targeted a group of immortals from the Wanliu Sect and quickly chased after them.
As the two sides were chasing each other, they unknowingly came to a magical area.
This area is an endless sea of flowers.
Those flowers were black and seemed to be emitting flames.
The flame is dark red in color and emits a dark red light.
"This is the Datura flower, also known as the 'flower of the other shore' or the 'flower of the underworld'."
A Blue Star woman exclaimed.
The dozens of Wanliu Sect immortals in front were in a hurry to escape and didn't pay any attention to these words and continued to rush forward.
After an unknown amount of time, they suddenly stopped.
The people from the Bixiao Sect behind also stopped.
Because their road was blocked by a river.
The water in the river was a thick, inky black color, as if it was condensed from endless darkness.
Moreover, the river flows slowly, without the slightest ripples, as if time has stopped in this body of water.
If you look more closely, you will find that there seem to be countless wronged souls hidden in the river.
Their faces were distorted, they struggled in pain, and let out faint wails. The sounds were like sharp knives, cutting through the listeners' hearts.
A thick layer of black fog permeated the sky above the river, with tiny green ghost lights flickering in the fog, like a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness.
Occasionally, dilapidated boats would appear on the foggy river surface. These boats had no boatmen, but they could drift on the river surface by themselves.
In addition, there is a bridge across the river right in front of everyone.
The bridge is made of jet-black jade.
The surface of the black jade is covered with traces of time and has many lines.
Every line seems to be engraved with the joys and sorrows of countless dead souls.
On the other side of the bridge is a dark world.
The strong yin energy continued to surge out like a surging tide, filling the air with a depressing atmosphere.
The black water of the river flowed slowly under the bridge, making a dull gurgling sound.
Occasionally, a few pale hands stretched out from the water, struggling in vain, trying to grab something, but were quickly swallowed up by the river, adding to the horror.
People also saw ghosts stepping onto the black jade bridge.
Their steps were unsteady and their figures were ethereal as they staggered forward on the bridge, their eyes filled with fear and reluctance.
Some ghosts looked back every few steps, as if they were still clinging to something.
On the side of the bridge closer to people, there was a woman in black sitting cross-legged.
In some people's eyes, this woman in black has a haggard face and is an ugly old woman. In some people's eyes, she is extremely beautiful and like a goddess in the sky.
In some people's eyes, her face was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
In the eyes of some animals, she appears as a different kind of demon.
Everyone on Blue Star felt their breathing freeze.
"The Styx, the Naihe Bridge, and Meng Po!"
The woman's eyes glowed.
Even the innate Tao fetus couldn't remain calm.
This feeling of constantly witnessing myths is truly amazing.
Before, when they traveled to this world of cultivating immortals, they felt that everything was extremely strange.
But now, they actually felt very peaceful in their hearts.
The rest of the world is too strange to them.
Instead, the world they have arrived in now makes them feel like they are back home.
Even though they knew that this place was no longer Blue Star, it at least made them feel more at home here than anywhere else.