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- "Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Eleventh city, stone pressure hell.
The ground is a deep pit, and above the head, there are countless stone slabs hanging.
On the slate, there are also imps.
The little ghost stomped his feet, and the stone slab was pushed down. In light cases, the body is paralyzed, and in severe cases, it becomes a fleshy paste.
It is easy to pass through the stone pressing hell, as long as the stone slab is not pressed down, it will be fine.
However, Jiang Beichen felt that once he stepped in, the kid on top of his head would instantly push down the stone slab.
Thinking of this, Jiang Beichen turned to look at Jiang Chuan and Cheng Momo.
go!
Jiang Chuan and Cheng Momo walked towards the stone pressure hell with bitter faces.
The kid on top of his head stomped his feet instantly, and the stone slab fell down.
Cheng Momo raised his hands and carried the slate.
This stone slab weighs a thousand catties, and it is very difficult to lift it up.
Jiang Chuan tried to break the slate, but found that the slate was harder than steel and could not be broken at all.
It is also difficult to jump on the stone slab. This stone slab has a special field, and no one can jump on it.
"Master, hurry up!" Jiang Chuan shouted.
Jiang Beichen didn't expect them to deal with the kid anymore, so he took Hu Xue quickly through the slate hell.
Cheng Momo and Jiang Chuan took turns holding the slate to let the head pass.
Small problems, they solve them.
It's a big trouble, and I have to let the head come.
This stone crushes hell, and Jiang Beichen can destroy it with a raise of his hand, but it is not worthwhile to waste experience cards.
As for Cheng Momo and Jiang Chuan's thoughts, the head of the sect must preserve his strength in order to save their master safely.
They can solve this small problem.
The little ghost crushed the rock, but the rock couldn't crush Jiang Chuan and the others.
When walking halfway, the little ghosts in front gathered together.
"Hey Hey!"
The kid smiled and stood on a stone slab.
A kid pressing a stone slab weighs a thousand catties.
Ten little ghosts are ten thousand catties!
Jiang Chuan and Cheng Momo looked at each other, and they shared a thousand catties, holding the ten thousand catty stone slab with both hands, allowing the head to pass.
Jiang Beichen wanted to deal with these brats several times, but finally held back.
They are not worth wasting their hole cards.
The little devil is difficult to entangle, and it is difficult to entangle here.
They are stumbling blocks on Jiang Beichen's road. They can be kicked away with one kick, but it will be very painful.
The ghosts in the slate hell crawled beside Jiang Beichen and the others.
Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, they knew that only by following Jiang Beichen and the others could they avoid the slate.
But they can't escape, they can escape for a while, but they can't escape forever.
They were imprisoned in Hell City for punishment, and when the punishment was over, they could be reincarnated.
And if he escapes, the penalty will be aggravated, or lost directly.
Jiang Beichen didn't bother to care about them, they ran away if they wanted to
In the city of the undead.
Here, thousands of powerful undead live, and the absolute ruler of the undead world, the Undead Emperor, sits in the city.
The Undead Emperor, shrouded in black air, sat on the main seat above, listening to the report of the fallen god below.
"Hell City, I don't want to care about it."
"You can handle the affairs of Kyushu yourself." The Undead Emperor said in a deep voice.
"But, they killed the Yin soldiers and ghost generals!" The fallen god said.
"I understand that the deity will ask him for an explanation, but after he comes out, I will look for him." Undead Emperor said.
"What if he can't come out?" The fallen god asked.
"If you can't get out, forget it."
Fallen God:
After the Undead Emperor answered his words, he waved his palm, and the fallen god was sent directly.
After he left, the clerk next to the Undead Emperor stepped forward and said, "Emperor, the other party has already broken into the stone-pressed hell."
Hearing the words, the Undead Emperor nodded lightly: "I see."
"Aren't you going to make a move?" the clerk asked.
"Why do you shoot? They beat lives and deaths, what does it have to do with us?" The Undead Emperor said in a deep voice.
"In addition, the white-robed guy who entered Hell City is not simple. I smelled a trace of immortality on him." The Undead Emperor pondered.
The clerk was startled when he heard the words, "What do you mean, my lord?"
"He may have hiddenI haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I'm not sure yet. "The Undead Emperor said slowly.
The clerk bowed his head and remained silent. As the clerk next to the Undead Emperor, he knew very well what the so-called immortal meant.
Because the Undead Emperor is an immortal!
The stone is crushed in hell.
Cheng Momo and Jiang Chuan struggled against the stone slab to let Jiang Beichen pass.
Fortunately, the stone pressure hell is not very big, and the end has already appeared before everyone's eyes.
It can be completely passed in a maximum of two quarters of an hour.
And there are more and more little ghosts.
A stone slab in front is full of little ghosts, roughly estimated to be more than a hundred.
"Master, this is really unbearable!" Jiang Chuan said with a mournful face.
Ten little ghosts weigh ten thousand catties, and it will be very difficult to lift them up.
There are more than a hundred little ghosts, and this weighs more than 100,000 catties.
Jiang Beichen heard the words, turned his hand and took out the broken sword.
"I'll leave it to you." Jiang Beichen said softly.
Broken Sword shook a bit, as if unwilling.
Jiang Beichen grabbed the broken sword and threw it out.
Don't come back if you don't solve it for me.
The Broken Sword Sword Spirit controlled the Broken Sword, flew up the stone slab with ease, pierced through the imps one by one, and absorbed their soul power.
Jiang Beichen nodded in satisfaction.
Since the broken sword had the sword spirit, it has not moved, as if it is sleeping.
Jiang Beichen couldn't even cut a watermelon with a broken sword, so he threw the broken sword into the storage ring.
Now that I remembered it, I took him out.
If it's useless, don't use it.
Fortunately, the broken sword is powerful, and I woke up.
The little ghosts on the stone slab, one sword at a time, absorbed their soul power after killing them.
"The head is still very good, if you don't make a move, if you make a move, you will be killed in seconds." Cheng Momo flattered him.
Actually, I thought, if the Broken Sword is useless, just throw him in hell.
I didn't expect Broken Sword to be so powerful.
Jiang Beichen thought in his heart, and nodded slightly on the surface.
He walked over with his hands behind his back.
There is a broken sword to open the way, faster than Cheng Momo and Han Xinlin.
In the city of the undead.
The Undead Emperor stared wide-eyed at the moment when the broken sword came out.
He watched Broken Sword kill the little ghost, and he was short of breath.
"Emperor, what's wrong with you, Great Emperor?" Seeing that something was wrong with the Great Emperor, the clerk hurriedly asked.
"Noit's okay, it's okay." The Undead Emperor waved his hand, forcefully recovering the shock in his heart.
"Emperor, this sword?"
"Not to mention!"
"that person?"
"Don't ask!"
The Undead Emperor turned his head and looked at the document: "If you don't want to be reborn forever, just shut up and pretend you don't know anything."
Hearing the words, the clerk gouged out his own eyes.
"My lord, I didn't see anything."
The Undead Emperor nodded his head lightly, and slapped him to death.
"You only poached your eyes now, it's too late."
The Undead Emperor then looked at the situation where the stone was crushing Hell City, and waved his hand to disperse the virtual projection screen in front of him.
Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he panted heavily.
Suddenly thinking of the God just now, he sneered and said:
"God, heh, wait to die." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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