Mysterious blood boils

Once the underworld weapon is released, who will compete with the underworld?The eighteen levels of hell are the Supreme Demon Lord, the supreme artifact that sweeps across the underworld and unifies the three realms of heaven, earth, man and the underworld!

At this moment, Xuanyuan Peng sacrificed [-] pieces of King-level Genesis Qi to the eighteen levels of hell in one go. Eighteen dark hell portals were suspended behind his back!

"Kill!" Xuanyuan Peng waved his arms and roared loudly!

"Boom!" Eighteen Hells erupted suddenly, as if the sky was turning, the earth was falling, gods were crying, ghosts were crying, countless tongue-pulling flying pliers, countless bone-cutting flying shears, countless bone-drilling nails, broken scrapes, etc. Blades, intestine-piercing iron trees, steamers for steaming people, pits for slaughtering people and beasts, blood-colored refining pools, meteorite rain...etc, etc., the world dimmed, as if the realm of the underworld had come to the world, like the [-]th floor. Hell reappeared in the universe, and the "tide" of the hell attack, such as surging, rainstorm, crazy, fierce, ferocious, terrifying, terrifying, etc., is not enough to describe the scene of the eighteenth floor of hell...

Xuanyuanpeng just seized 1188 Huangfu family Qiankun pouches, [-] king-level source rivers, and burned [-] source rivers in one fell swoop. If he wasn't the god son of the Dugu family, he would not be willing to spend such a large sum of money. , but the traitor slave of the Dugu family is so arrogant and domineering, if the traitor can't be punished, there must be an affair in the universe, so what kind of heaven and retribution is there?Mysterious Blood Boiling [-]

kill! ... Xuanyuanpeng urged with all his strength, and at all costs, he must suppress the domineering Dugu Feihong in the [-]th floor of hell, making him unable to survive or die...

kill! ...Xuanyuan Peng walks like a dragon and a tiger, like a wolf like a tiger, crazily mobilizing the Eighteen Hells, launching an overwhelming attack...

This was the strongest blow of his meditation skills. Looking around, the sky trembled, countless mountains of knives were rolling, and countless iron trees were piercing.Countless oil pans are tormenting, countless beast pit daggers are spurting blood, countless steamers are steaming, countless seas of fire are roaring, countless blood pools open their ferocious blood-colored mouths, countless bone-drilling nails In lasing...

One shot, one wave, tumbling, tumbling, endless, when the supreme weapon of the [-]th hell, it is like the sky collapsing and the earth cracking.Like a tsunami, similar to a tornado...

"Wow, wow, wow..." Dugu Feihong's eyes suddenly shot an unbelievable light, and he saw, as if the sky was collapsing, countless tides of Hell, like a pouring rainstorm, seemed to stir The giant sea dragon swept in waves, layer by layer, piece by piece.The entire fighting space is caught in the scouring of a large-scale "tide" offensive...

"No, no, no..." Dugu Feihong screamed mournfully.He tried his best to mobilize the prison of hell, in an attempt to fight against the "tide" sweeping the world, but the prison of hell, once it encountered the eighteenth floor of hell.Although it is said to be as famous as the Spear of Hades and the Sickle of Death, it is like an ant meeting an elephant, and a mouse meeting a tiger.Trembling, trembling, [-]% of the power, less than [-]% of it can be exploded...

No matter how Dugu Feihong burns Yuanhe's energy, he can't make the Hell Prison explode at its peak power...

Once the eighteen hells come out, the underworld will be honored!This sentence flashed across Dugu Feihong's mind. He was in the clan before, and he had heard of this legend, but with the soaring growth of his cultivation and the refinement of the prison of hell, he was driven to perfection. , like a finger, he didn't take this sentence seriously at all.

But at this moment, he deeply understood the meaning of this sentence, but it was too late...

"Ahhh, the prison of Hell, you explode, explode, explode, emperor-level source river, burn for me..." Dugu Feihong burst into anger, roared, and waved his big hand. His Qiankun bag flew out, was burned by him, and was thrown into the prison of Hell...

"Boom!" Immediately, the Hell Prison seemed to be injected with hormones and supplements. It hummed and roared, as if it was burning, and as if it was electrified, it suddenly became brighter and brighter... …

"Pfft..." The torrential rain-like chain of gods and demons shot out, densely packed, layer upon layer, like a wave, like a torrential rain, frantically facing the attacking tide of the eighteen hells, and flew over... …

Under the burning of a large number of king-level source rivers and [-] catties of imperial-level immortal energy, the hell prison finally unleashed a frenzied blow...

"Wave! Wave! Wave!..." Waves of hell attack violently stirred up countless chains of gods and demons, crushing, blasting, collapsing, and shattering them one after another...

"No..." Dugu Feihong looked crazy, his eyes were red, and he saw in despair, the boiling mountains of knives and sea of ​​fire, scissors and flying tongs, steamer blood pools, beast pits and millstones... like the sky collapsing, like the ground collapsing, The resistance that crushed all the prisons of Hell was washed away in waves...

"Clatter, clatter..." The prison of hell was washed away inch by inch, and a transparent blood-colored phantom roared ferociously, roared angrily, screamed frantically, and cried out in despair , it is the weapon spirit of the Hell Prison, but all its struggles are useless, they can't stop the boiling hell, they can't stop the Hell Prison, and they are completely crushed...

"Crackling, crackling..." The hell prison made an earth-shattering explosion, collapsing and shattering inch by inch, and the blood-colored shadow was also burned by the sea of ​​flames. Screaming, being steamed one after another, screaming miserably, and even being crushed by big millstones, crying father and mother...

"Dugu Feihong, it's your turn..." Xuanyuanpeng's roar was like thunder, like lightning, his eyes were burning with fire of retribution, flames of hatred, staring fiercely at despair, flustered, like a Withered grass facing the storm, like a lone ship facing a typhoon, panicked to the extreme...

"Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!..." Dugu Feihong's fairy body was instantly crushed by the "tide" of the hell attack, and he made a heart-shattering explosion. ... Mysterious Blood Boiling 1188

"Ah, I want to burn my soul, I won't fall into your claws even if I die..." Dugu Feihong's soul wailed, he was afraid, he trembled, he trembled, he knew that falling into Xuanyuanpeng's hands would be What's the end, he can't wait to bump himself to death at this moment, he has nothing to do, what are you doing to provoke this little evil star?

"It's too late, everything is too late!" Xuanyuan Peng said with a blank expression, and with a wave of five fingers, a light and shadow of a powerful hand grabbed it...

"Ancestral Dragon Tearing Soul Claw!" This is a big killing move belonging to Longhetu in the Great Emperor's Divine Fist. It specializes in attacking the soul, and it condenses spiritual energy!

"Come out!" Xuanyuanpeng yelled loudly, grabbed with his light claws, and grabbed out a translucent illusory spirit body from Dugu Feihong's countless flesh and blood fragments. Its face and five senses were filled with extreme fear and panic. The extreme, the soul body of Dugu Feihong, who was desperate to the extreme...

"Do you want to die? Do you think I will let you die so cheaply? Let me tell you, from now on, the rebel slaves of the Dugu clan and the Minglong clan will not even want to die. They will live forever and be suppressed in the eighteen hells." In the middle of the day and night, suffer the torment of the eighteen tortures!"

Xuanyuan Peng yelled coldly, another spiritual light hand suddenly appeared, the palm turned over, and the bone-drilling nails one by one shone brightly...

"Beng Beng Beng..." One hundred and eight bone-drilling nails were viciously nailed on Dugu Feihong's soul bone. The so-called eighteen hells and eighteen tortures are dedicated to torturing dead souls. Nails are the magic weapon of Nail Bone Hell, which was used by Xuanyuan Peng at this moment, and they were nailed into Dugu Feihong's soul bones one by one!

"Crash!" The last nail was viciously nailed down from Dugu Feihong's parietal bone, completely nailing his soul, his soul body, and his soul bone, making him unable to struggle or move!

"Dugu Feihong, you are welcome to taste the torture of the Eighteen Hells, bull head and horse face, come out!" Xuanyuanpeng roared coldly, woo woo woo, woo woo... In the eighteen hells, there were bursts of howling ghosts and wolves The trembling sounds, it seems that countless gods and demons are trembling, crying, and whining...

boom! …A monster with the body of a bull head and a monster with a horse head formed by condensed energy, brandishing the whip of hell, suddenly stepped out of hell...

"No, no, let me die, Little Demon Lord, I beg you, let me die, don't let me suffer from hell..." Dugu Feihong's translucent face showed a panic like a ghost, he begged Whispering, wailing, wailing, he remembered the rumors about the torture in the [-]th hell in his clan. He didn't expect that he was the first to suffer such torture. …

"Dugu Feihong, the retribution is coming!" The bull head and the horse face roared in a dull and cold manner, with a big hand shake, a series of soul chains flew out, piercing through Dugu Feihong's chest, splashing soul blood... …

"Let me go!" Niutou ruthlessly tugged at the soul chain, Dugu Feihong's soul body trembled in pain, almost fell to the ground, was led by Niutou like a dog on a leash, and staggered towards hell Go to the portal!

"Quickly enter the tongue-pulling hell, let's taste the torture of tongue-pulling first!" Ma Mian waved the whip of hell, and with a snap, it struck Dugu Feihong's back viciously, and immediately a large amount of soul blood spurted out. , the pain was so painful that Dugu Feihong wailed helplessly, trembling all over his body...

"Little Demon Lord, Little Demon Lord, I beg you, don't, don't let me be tortured in hell, I am willing to die, I offended you, I am willing to die, I would rather die than Suffer..." Dugu Feihong wailed miserably, and he no longer showed any arrogant arrogance: "I know I was wrong, I know that my Dugu family is wrong, I am willing to die to pay for the crime, Don't send me to hell..."

"Let's go!" Papapa... The horse's face was like a wolf like a tiger, waving the whip of hell, making Dugu Feihong howl like ghosts and wolves, and the bull's head was as hard as a stone, pulling him mercilessly, and pulling him into it. In the tongue-pulling hell... (to be continued...)

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