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First Issue Chapter 351: Braving the Hell and the King of Hell (4)

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    The "Yin Suction Style" can absorb the energy of the Yin Soul for one's own use.  However, the power of the Yin Soul in the Yang World is always too weak. Even if it can absorb thousands of people, it will not gain much power.  However, the situation of ghost soldiers in the underworld is different.  Even the weakest among them has been practicing for at least hundreds of years, and his Yin Qi can be said to be extremely pure.  For the three brothers of Chaoyang Celestial Master, it is simply a nourishing product that is a hundred times more useful than any panacea.  With a large amount of absorption, it will definitely accelerate the evolution and transformation of demon souls. Even the Chaoyang Celestial Master, the instigator, may not be able to estimate what kind of super-powerful state it will eventually reach. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Up in the world of the sun, Chaoyang Celestial Master and the other three people enjoy the yin energy of the ghosts and soldiers of the underworld with peace of mind, and the forms of the celestial demons that appear through their bodies are becoming more and more solid.  Under the influence of the underworld, the reincarnated overlord also felt that his strength was constantly increasing. The power of the purple thunder sword was difficult to control, and the area within a radius of ten feet became a place of death.  Although Yin Cao's army was large, he was suppressed and beaten by him alone, without the slightest ability to fight back.  I don¡¯t know how many ghost soldiers from the underworld have been severely blown to pieces, their souls are completely gone, and they can¡¯t even become ghosts.  Such a comfortable killing has never happened since the battle of Wujiang.  The reincarnated Overlord felt more and more happy as he fought. He couldn't help laughing loudly, and the power of the Purple Thunder Sword became even more crazy and fierce.  In less than half a meal, he had almost slaughtered the entire ghost gate, but he still felt unfulfilled.  Fortunately, he was not stunned by the killing and still remembered that his most important task was to save Yu Ji.  Although there were many ghost soldiers shivering and trembling in the corners around him, he was too lazy to pay attention to them.  Seeing that the road ahead was no longer blocked, he immediately rushed through the open door on the opposite side.  ??Beyond the gate of hell is the underworld.  Yang Xuangan had just left the door and immediately heard the sound of roaring waves.  Looking around, I saw a huge wave of water cutting off the path.  That water: "The moon is soaked in the ocean's light, and the vast shadows float in the sky. The Lingpai swallows Huayue, and the long flow flows through hundreds of rivers. Thousands of rough waves roll, and thousands of steep waves are crested. There are no fishing fires at the shore, and there are herons sleeping on the sand. I am confused.  It¡¯s as thick as the sea, and it¡¯s even more boundless as far as the eye can see. ¡°I don¡¯t know where I came from, and I don¡¯t even know where I¡¯m going.  And right between the Yellow Spring and the Great Water, there is a huge arch bridge that is extremely majestic, even more than three times wider than the Zhuque Street in Daxing City.  Large groups of ghostly figures were gathering in a dark mass under the bridge head, apparently queuing up to cross the bridge.  This bridge is very famous, it is Naihe Bridge.  The bridgehead is guarded by day and night spirits, and ghosts are not allowed to pass by without permission.  There was a huge iron pot standing next to it. The firewood was burning brightly under the pot, and the bright red flames were licking the bottom of the pot. Steam was constantly coming out of the pot.  Every time the day and night wandering gods identify a ghost, they will let it walk to the pot.  An old woman with chicken skin and gray hair took an earthen porcelain bowl, tremblingly bent over and fished it out of the pot. She took out most of the bowl of thin soup and brought it directly to the ghost's mouth to feed it.  After drinking, the ghost can pass over the bridge.  In such a scene, needless to say, the old woman must be Po Meng.  And what it feeds those ghosts to drink must be the "Meng Po Soup" that can make people forget all the past events.  The eighteenth level of hell is extremely vast, and there are trillions of ghosts in it. Finding Yu Ji in it is a hundred times more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.  But now it seems that the number of ghosts queuing up at the Naihe Bridge is at least tens of thousands.  The procedures for verifying the identity of ghosts by the day and night wandering gods are quite cumbersome. In addition, Meng Po feeds soup, and it takes a lot of time to complete the entire procedure.  Newly deceased ghosts always have to queue under the bridge for at least two or three days before they can have their turn to be let across.  Nie Erniang was injured in Daxing City. It has not been more than twenty-four hours yet. She must be still queuing up at the bridge, right?  After figuring out this joint, Yang Xuangan couldn't help but be happy on the spot.  He became energetic and let go of his throat and shouted: "Yu Ji, Yu Ji, are you there? This overlord is here to save you!" As he shouted, his feet accelerated even faster, just like the force of a strong bow.  The string of powerful arrows shot straight towards the Naihe Bridge, and plunged into the black mass of tens of thousands of newly dead ghosts.  These ghosts are no better than ghost soldiers.  Although the ghost soldiers are in the Yin body, because they know how to practice on their own, they are conscious and strong, almost the same as living people.  But the newly dead ghosts are still in a daze, possessing only some basic instincts, and even their bodies are looming, as if a slightly stronger wind can blow them away.  Seeing someone rushing straight towards him like a god of thunder descending from the earth, the group of newly dead ghosts immediately split to the left and right like frightened birds and scrambled to escape. They only had to run a little slower, but were caught by the endlessly flashing and crackling purple lightning thunder on the reincarnated overlord.  If it gets even a little bit, it will be wiped out on the spot.  In an instant, only the fearful wails and wails were heard resounding across the river bank, which was truly the howl of ghosts and gods.  Seeing that the situation was not good, the day and night wandering gods hurriedly stepped forward and shouted loudly, not only to restrain the dead souls from escaping, but also to stop Yang Xuangan from continuing to destroy.  However, there are only a few hundred day and night wandering gods. With this number, it is senseless to control tens of thousands of dead souls who are just running around in panic. Seriously?Easy?  What's more, the overlord's courage is unstoppable.  The status of the day and night wandering gods in the underworld is much higher than that of the ghost soldiers, at least equal to the bull-headed Abong and the horse-faced Rakshasa.  But under the power of the Purple Thunder Sword, what difference can there be between the two?  Wherever the purple electricity passes, everything immediately turns gray, and then turns into countless green light spots floating around, which are sucked into the Overlord's body and turned into a wonderful tonic that helps him kill more crazily and fiercely.  The situation has become even more chaotic.  In less than half a moment, Yang Xuangan had already reached the Naihe Bridge.  It's a pity that even though the formation of tens of thousands of ghosts was completely wiped out, there was still no ghost that looked like Nie Erniang.  He was anxious and wanted to go back and look for it again.  Suddenly, I heard the old voice of Mrs. Meng at the end of the bridge, saying slowly: "Little girl, it's you again? Hey, back then you used a clever trick to avoid drinking the old woman's soup, so you re-entered reincarnation.  But do you know that the cycle of heaven is a disaster? I finally came back here today. You must drink this bowl of soup, old lady, come on, come on, drink Meng Po soup, and forget about the past.  , reincarnate. Drink quickly." Mrs. Meng said something strange, which attracted Yang Xuangan's attention on the spot.  He looked up and saw a slim woman standing in front of Po Meng.  Although his expression was slightly sluggish, he was somehow still able to reach out and try his best to resist the struggle.  This woman is none other than Nie Erniang.  It seems that the Beidou Prayer Formation arranged by Chaoyang Heavenly Master is indeed effective. After her natal lamp dimmed and regained its brightness, not only the injuries of her physical body in the Yang world were healed, but even her soul, which was still in the underworld, regained some clarity.  He knew that if he let the bowl of Meng Po soup touch his red lips, he would be in trouble, so he refused to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup no matter what.  "This is really the time when people look for her thousands of times, and suddenly when they look back, that person is in a dimly lit place."  In an instant, Yang Xuangan was simply ecstatic.  He shouted: "Yu Ji, Yu Ji, don't drink that thief's soup, I'll pick you up right now!" He accelerated and rushed toward the bridge.  The shouts reached the bridge, and Nie Erniang seemed to react, and her delicate body trembled on the spot.  I don't know where the strength came from, and he pushed Po Meng back three steps. He turned around and looked at Yang Xuangan, echoing: "Overlord, overlord, I am here!" He stepped forward to meet her.  It seemed that the two of them were about to meet together, but suddenly something strange happened.  But listening to the rustling wind, two white lights, black and white, came from the other side of Naihe Bridge like flying.  The lightning has already caught up.  The reincarnated overlord saw clearly that these two guys were covered in sackcloth and had high hats on their heads.  The man in black had the words "I'm catching you" written on his high hat.  The one in white said, "You're here too."  One has a fierce face and his arms are wrapped with iron ropes; the other is smiling and holding a mourning stick.  If it's not black and white, who is it?  "Hei Bai Wuchang is the first of the ten yin commanders in the underworld, and his cultivation level is far higher than that of Tongji."  Not only does he move as fast as lightning, but he also strikes like wind.  Hei Wuchang didn't say a word, "Ǻà¥à¥à¥~" The iron chain took action, like a strange python flying into the air, locking Nie Erniang tightly.  Bai Wuchang laughed and said: "Okay, okay! This is what we call it. If you don't take the road to heaven, hell will have no door to break in. King Chu Ba, you rushed back, how can my two brothers have the nerve to let this credit go? This is  Just surrender and capture him." Pick up the mourning stick and hit him on the head.  The power of Shen Lixiong¡¯s baton cannot be underestimated.  On normal days, Yang Xuangan might have tried it first, avoiding the truth and not fighting it head-on.  But seeing Yu Ji right in front of her, she was already within reach.  However, these two impermanent ghosts are causing trouble again. How can the Overlord not be angry?  Once the Overlord becomes angry, his true power can overwhelm the sea and overwhelm the river, and his power is enough to make gods cry and ghosts cry!  He widened his tiger eyes and yelled like a thunderbolt: "You want to capture this overlord? You two impermanent ghosts are not qualified enough! Let's all die!" With his swordsmanship, he wielded the skill of violent slashing and struck out "Spring Thunderstorm"  "Death".  It was too late, but it was too late, but the sky on the bridge was filled with purple lightning flashes, and the thunder aggregation condensed into a huge thunder knife and fell crazily, with an overbearing and unparalleled momentum.  No matter how fast and heavy Bai Wuchang's mourning stick is, how can he withstand it?  "Crack~" There was a soft sound, and Bai Wuchang was cut in two from head to toe.  The violent thunderball penetrated from the wound and then exploded violently, immediately destroying the underworld commander's body.  The remaining power of the sword did not weaken at all, and it slashed straight at the bridge deck of Naihe Bridge.  The bridge deck seemed to be made of tofu, and a huge crack was immediately opened, which was half a foot wide and more than thirty feet long.  The bridge rumbled and shook violently, shaking from side to side. The scene was not much different from an earthquake.  Finally, Yang Xuangan was still worried about Nie Erniang, and he deliberately tilted his sword slightly when he struck it. Otherwise, even if Hei Wuchang was to be wiped out as well, it would be as easy as flipping a palm.  Although Hei Wuchang's face was dark, under the light of the electric light, he immediately turned pale, seeming to be a bit whiter than Bai Wuchang.  Faced with such power, no matter how simple-minded it is, it still understands that wanting to deal with the Overlord on its own is nothing short of a whim.  ItWithout saying anything, he turned around and ran away, three minutes faster than when he came.  But despite running fast, the iron chain tightly held in his hand never relaxed even a little bit.  It can think clearly.  If he were to escape alone, no matter how fast he was, Yang Xuangan's knife would be faster. Only by firmly holding on to Nie Erniang's amulet could he still have a chance of survival.  Yu Ji, who was very close at hand, was taken away again. Yang Xuangan became furious and chased after her.  His movements were as fast as lightning, and with only two or three ups and downs, he had already caught up to him.  He raised the knife and lowered it, aiming at Hei Wuchang and then slicing his heart.  But at this moment, Qibian suddenly reappeared.  The originally dark and gloomy sky suddenly shot out a dazzling light.  The light was invisible but qualitative, impartial, and inserted right between Overlord and Hei Wuchang, barely blocking the killing knife.  Immediately afterwards, a certain aura that was as fierce and surging as a violent wind and a tsunami, but as steady and heavy as the towering Mount Tai, filled all directions. Its tyranny was unimaginable.  Yang Xuangan's eyes narrowed fiercely, and he stood firm, urging his skills as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and was ready for battle.  Hei Wuchang escaped death, but he was overjoyed.  It grasped the chain tightly and pulled Nie Erniang over.  Look up at the sky as well.  But he saw a god dressed as an emperor, surrounded by black energy, slowly descending.  It is the emperor of the underworld, the leader of the ten palaces of Yama: King Yama!  Yama Luo appeared, overwhelming the audience.  The emperor of the underworld opened his eyebrows angrily, fixed his piercing eyes on Yang Xuangan, and sneered: "Bastard Xiang Yu, you escaped from hell privately three hundred years ago, but you didn't expect that you would have the guts to come back today? Okay, okay, okay!" You Wei said.  After that, he swooped down suddenly, raised his hand and fired a thousand sharp knives, intending to inflict the punishment of "Mountain of Swords and Hell" on the Overlord's body.  The force of the knife surged like a tidal wave, not only sealing the space on the Naihe Bridge with a radius of about ten feet, but also focusing and shrinking towards the center. The killing force was extremely ferocious.  If you have the thunder sword in your hand, and if your soul is complete, no matter how powerful the sword of the King of Hell is, it will not be taken seriously by the Overlord.  Unfortunately, this is not the case now.  But Nie Erniang is still in Hei Wuchang's hands. How can she retreat if she doesn't defeat the powerful enemy?  What's more, the Overlord of Western Chu was a hero in life and a hero in death. He always only got stronger when he met the strong, so how could he be afraid or scrupulous about anything?  Seeing the King of Hell forcefully attacking him, his fighting spirit became even more intense and he was out of control.  He yelled angrily: "What bullshit King of Hell? Anyone who stops me - die!" The purple thunder sword turned sharply, and the "Heavenly Spin and Thunder Spin" counterattacked to meet him.  With lightning speed, the four arms and thousands of reflections started to attack each other in a crazy and intensive manner without any reservation.  The violent sound of the thunderball was deafening, and the dazzling light of the sword was even more blinding.  The sword energy was flowing freely and horizontally, destroying the Naihe Bridge until stone chips flew and the railings collapsed.  With a look of fear on his face, Hei Wuchang pulled Nie Erniang further and further back, for fear that if he was accidentally involved, he would really die without a complete body.  Suddenly, all the lightning knife shadows in the sky disappeared without a trace.  Hei Wuchang opened his mouth wide, his face full of ecstasy.  Just because The King of Hell turned his head and turned sideways, barely able to avoid the skull-breaking blow with a piece of paper between him.  And his own palm knife had already hit Yang Xuangan's chest hard, sinking three inches deep.
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