Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 282 I am Yama!

The mighty sword energy soared to the sky and soared to the clouds. Accompanied by this movement, Duanchou stretched out both hands and grabbed it from a distance. A jade ruler and a pair of wings were pulled into the sky by the spiritual power and flew directly to the sky thousands of feet high. It was directly exposed to the consciousness of the three returning to the source realm real people.

"Don't you want to see who I am fighting? Don't you want to know the final result?"

"Since you're so curious, I'll let you see enough!"

Duanchou's face was indifferent, but there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes. In the void, the sky was full of blood, and the gourd of Yin evil was constantly absorbing the boundless blood on the island. He would like to see, the real monks of these three great families, What kind of expression did he have when he saw the fate of the sixth-order Bingluan, the ancient monster.

By doing this, he wasn't worried that they would be unfavorable to him. The three divine senses came here with the intention of testing the truth to some extent, and the act of breaking their worries was more direct, openly provocative, and an eye for an eye.

Cultivators who have reached this level are considered to be a generation of heroes. In their eyes, only naked, naked, naked strength proves that with strength, they can be equal.How can an ant that has no strength but can be exterminated with a single hand be faced up to?
No matter how great or far the reputation is spread, it is only a vain name. After a long time, it will naturally arouse suspicion. Duanchou's doing so is just to show his strength.

The effect was just as he expected.

"what?!"

Almost when the Ice Luan Thousand Illusory Ruler and the pair of Ice Luan wings appeared in front of the three divine senses, three sounds of surprise and suspicion were heard clearly through the vibration of the divine sense.

At this moment, Duanchou clearly felt that the three divine senses froze for a moment, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

Immediately, the three spiritual senses touched each other as if they had made an appointment, and retreated without hesitation, without even the slightest intention of spying on the situation in the island.

With such a thick bloody aura soaring to the sky, one can know without looking that the island must have been extinct and slaughtered by Duanchou.

Come without a trace, go without a shadow, the jade ruler and the feathers fall from the sky, the three divine senses are just like when they came, passing by in a flash, if it is not for the spiritual vibration caused by the powerful divine sense, it still has not dissipated, everything is as if it has never happened generally.

And after the three divine senses faded away, Duanchou put away the spoils with Shi Shiran.

It didn't take long for the evil blood essence on the island to disappear, and all the tools were absorbed by the Yin evil gourd. If it weren't for the frost cracks and ruined walls, who would have known that this place had experienced a Shura hell not long ago?
"get out!"

Holding the gourd in Duanchou's hand, he floated down from the clouds, before he landed, there was a roar of thunder and anger, which shook the whole field.

Lin Xiaoyuan's face changed instantly, and with a flip of her hand, the Hanyu Guqin had already appeared in front of her, her jade fingers clasping the strings tightly, and her eyes were vigilantly looking around.

However, everything on the island is completely silent, except for the howling wind, there is no trace of human life, just like a dead land.

"Master."

There was a trace of doubt in Lin Xiaoyuan's eyes, she raised her head, looked at her master hesitant, and hesitated to speak.

After waving his hand, Duanchou looked at the original hall with cold eyes.

There, it has been reduced to ruins, covered by layers of broken walls and ruins, a dead silence and desolation, where there is no noisy and lively celebration scene just a moment ago.

It was the ruins that attracted his attention. To be precise, it was the movement under the bricks and stones of the ruins.

Under it, there is another living person.

It has to be said that the other party's technique of restraining breath is very clever, and even Duanchou was deceived, but after he took out the evil spirit gourd and absorbed the blood of the corpses scattered all over the ruins, there was no longer any breath interference on the island. No movement can escape the feeling of sorrow.

And at the moment when the spiritual consciousness of the real monks from the three major families descended, there was obviously a slight change under the dead ruins.

With an indifferent face, Duanchou's feet trembled, and suddenly there was a bang, the ground cracked, and the rubble flew, revealing a blood-soaked luxurious golden robe underneath.

It was He Yanming's only son, He Yunfei's biological father, He Shuhao!
"Buchou, you have devoid of human nature and disobeyed the way of heaven. One day you will not die well, and you will fall into hell forever!!"

The last glimmer of hope in his eyes was shattered. The moment He Shuhao was exposed, he knew that there was no possibility of surviving, so he made no effort to conceal his hostility and resentment. Every word, he wanted to eat his flesh alive.

"Falling into hell forever?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Duanchou seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, he kept laughing, and for a long time there was an evil smile on his face, which seemed to be ridiculed, pitied, and disdainful
"I am Yan Luo!!"

After finishing the words, Duanchou stretched out his hand and waved, and placed a jet-black guqin horizontally in front of him. Amid the bewildered expression of the other party, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he clasped the strings with his fingers, rhythmically.

In an instant, the color of the world changed, demonic energy was rampant, and ghostly howling winds spread all over the surrounding fields, as if the gate of hell opened, and a hundred ghosts were walking in the night!
There were screams of misery and sorrow, and the ghost fog filled the air, which made people's hair stand on end.

The sound of magic was cleared away, ghosts were crying, the cold air was shaken away, the wind stopped, the earth changed, and a huge dungeon manifested.

A famous ghost soldier had two horns on his head, and his face was ferocious. They were covered with pitch-black scales, his eyes were bloody, and his mouth was dripping with blood. At first glance, he had no tongue.

On the iron pillars of the dungeon, countless people were restrained. Their mouths were stretched open by the iron tongs. The dark and cold ghost hooks hooked their tongues and pulled them out inch by inch. The sound of howling ghosts and wolves rushed out of the blood river, and the evil spirit rushed to the sky.

"You enter the hell of pulling out your tongue, and you should suffer from pulling out your tongue!"

Between the heavens and the earth, there was a ghostly sound vibrating, and He Shuhao felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was bound to the iron pillar.

The sound of the zither was full of ghosts crying, and when I looked around in panic, I felt that there was a raging flame under the iron pillar, which was hot and red, and the golden robe seemed to be burning.

"You enter the hell of pulling out your tongue, and you should suffer from pulling out your tongue!"

Another ghost soldier snarled, and the iron tongs in his hands splashed with cold light, piercing He Shuhao's lips.

"what!!"

Time and time again, life and death, He Shuhao hissed and roared with despair on his face. Every time the ghost soldier pried open his mouth and pulled out his tongue for ten meters, it would break at the root, but within three breaths, his tongue It will grow again, and it will be repeated like this, and it will be tortured by the region.

"Give me a good time!"

"Please!!"

Feeling his body lighten in vain, and at the same time, a bright light shines in front of his eyes, Senluo Guisha disappears without a trace, He Shuhao's face is distorted, as if he is the rest of his life after a catastrophe, he looks at the young man in front of him who is playing the piano and sneering in fear, and immediately yells, bitterly plead.

In his eyes, Duanchou is the incarnation of Yan Luo, the devil of hell, and now he has nothing to ask for, only hope that he can give him a good time, so that he can be freed as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)