Destiny’s Catalogue

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty One

"You trespass into the oil pot hell, the crime is very heinous, if you don't put your hands on it, you will suffer the torture of frying, and there will never be a day of liberation." With a sound like a Hong Zhong, the whole space immediately changed.

The giant cauldron filled with hot oil grew up rapidly, just for a moment, the world was filled with boiling golden oily water, and there were tumbling oil bubbles everywhere, without a trace of gaps, exploding the space with sizzle and brown. stand up.

Every oil bubble and every drop of hot oil flashed with complicated restrictions. There seemed to be countless ghosts in them, all screaming in pain and screaming, exuding real resentment, impacting people’s minds, and this **** of oil pans The power of the Sun’s true fire, the power of the sun, the power of Otsuki, the Qi of Nine Nether, the Qi of Defilement, and many extreme negative emotions are contradictory and strangely blended together, which seems to be both sacred punishment and insidious suffering. .

Moreover, the giant cauldron that has turned into the four walls of the world is also forbidden to emerge, forming countless signs, emitting a mixture of red, blue and black, and blocking everything, and from time to time black light shines, among which is Zhang Zhang. The face of resentment.

In this hot oil billowing world, the huge yellowish-brown ghost stands tall, white and miserable flames all around it are coiled like a real dragon, with distinct scales. Each scale has dragons, phoenixes, suzakus, basalts, and people. The mysterious patterns of the images of various ethnic groups, such as, Shura, and the curse and hatred contained in it, complement each other with the restriction of the oil pot **** formation.

"With the complete oil pot **** blessing and cooperation, my all-spirit curse fire has the strength of the fourth-order peak, and under the heavens, it can match any monk." The lord of this little hell, the flame evil ghost Puya Confident, "Moreover, if the strength of the real person from Three Tribulations is a little weak, I don't need to do anything, the **** of oil pot alone can make him unable to eat and be blown into a resentful soul, blending with the hot oil."

He saw that Shi Xuan, who was trapped in the pan of heaven and earth, didn't respond to his words. He screamed sharply, and the white miserable All-Spirit Curse was divided into nine white dragons, transformed into nine white dragons with teeth and claws. The location rushed, containing a hint of grievances.

Aroused by the fire of the all-spirit curse, the hot oil tumbling violently, one by one the oil bubbles burst into pieces, and the boiling sound resounded through this little hell, making people feel numb in their bones when they heard it, and felt like they were in this oil pan. There is nowhere to escape, nowhere to escape, and there is terrifying hot oil in all directions.

But at this time, a majestic and majestic golden long bridge appeared out of thin air, passing through countless oil bubbles that kept bursting, and landed on the giant cauldron on the other side. Around the golden bridge on the other side, the golden lotus blossoms slowly open, and the light is full, the boiling oil and water immediately rests, golden as a mirror, as if the breeze is not coming, the wave of the lake is not thriving, the prohibition on the giant cauldron is also stagnant, not only locked The power of living space disappeared, and even the normal formation operation was difficult to maintain.

Shi Xuan stepped onto the golden bridge on the other side, and walked forward, not like being in a terrible oil pot hell, but like walking on a long bridge on a lake with a splendid spring in March.

Tai Chi Tu suppresses Wanfang, it is the natural nemesis of the formation method. Now that the Three Calamities have completed more than 400 years, it is naturally effortless and easy to suppress the large array below the heavens and humans. Therefore, Shi Xuan was only against the evil mirror **** before. Being repaired is a calm anomaly, and some little **** masters who have only gained the blessing of the formation are not even necessary to make a move.

The big formation of the oil pan was completely set, and Pu Ya, the lord of the little hell, instantly dropped from the peak of the Three Tribulations to the Two Tribulations, and the same was true of the Wanling Curse Fire.

Under the suppression, the nine cursed fire white dragons directly collapsed, while Pu Ya's thoughts stagnated, without any reaction at all, standing blankly under the golden bridge on the other bank, like a wooden sculpture of clay, giving Shi Xuan a slow walk across the bridge. Step out of the **** of oil pan.

It wasn't until the golden bridge on the other shore turned into a golden light, flew into Shixuan Yuanshen, and disappeared into the oil pot **** together, Puya's Yuanshen began to operate, suddenly awakened, everything before, only left in its memory A vast golden bridge with a detached and sacred meaning, and it is not clear at all how and when the real person of the Three Tribulations left.

"If he wants to kill me?!" Pu Ya thought of this verse, only feeling trembling, and fearful. Under the suppression of the Jinqiao, he said he resisted, afraid that he didn't even know how he died. Such a real person who came out?! I don’t know what the strength is, the magic weapon is the horror and mystery anyway. With this thing alone, the real person at the peak of the Three Tribulations can also fight! Why have never heard of this person, shouldn’t be silent The nameless!"

In the past few thousand years, the real person who rushed into the battlefield was strong and could defeat a lot of Pu Ya, but relying on the **** of the oil pan, Pu Ya can still retreat. This is the first time that he is so close to death, even if the opponent is Passing by, I even disdain to shoot, so I sighed a lot.

"You have to tell the master of the magic weapon to other levels of hell, so that you won't be caught off guard." Pu Ya said so, but he didn't agree with it in his heart, even if he knew the situation of the golden bridge magic weapon, under absolute suppression, It is still an unstoppable situation.

Moreover, under the situation of the evil mirror **** monitoring, the lord of the other layers of **** can know what happened here at most after the first half of the time. He is just doing his best. Presumably the real person thinks like this, and has strong confidence. Just now disdain to kill himself.

"I am afraid that only the real person Ye Xian, the lord of the ice hell, who broke through three hundred years ago, can stop him from the true peak of the Three Tribulations, but it is a pity that the ghost has let go." Pu Ya quickly contacted the real person Ye Xian through the formation method, and brought Jin Qiao Tell me about the magic weapon.

The real person Ye Xian seems to be fighting, but the strength of the peak of the Three Tribulations, coupled with the blessing of the formation, is close to the heavens, and it is the trump card laid by the giant spirit ghost in the nine-layer hell, so it is easy to do.

After listening to his mind, he said lightly: "I know. Even without the blessing of the ice hell, I won't be afraid of him." This is the confidence that touches the essence of Dao, even if the opponent is of the same level. With the help of the strongest treasure, but when he is prepared, he is at best at a disadvantage.

The fighting in the ice little **** suddenly stopped, making Pu Ya curious: "Major Yexian, could it be that you have already won?"

"The two disciples under the seat of Bone Sword Lord, unfortunately, he didn't even learn 10% of his swordsmanship. They came in for nothing." Ye Xian replied calmly and abnormally. It seems that the other party's methods are repeated, even the fourth-order life-saving method given by Bone Sword Lord The secret treasure is not worth mentioning, "The blind crow under the door of Mangshan Guijun has entered, and his eye of death is a must."

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After Shi Xuan broke out of the small **** of the oil pot, he came to a filthy and disgusting world, which was like a mud swamp, rolling with green bubbles, but if you look carefully at it, the mud in it is thick or thin. The filthy feces and other filthy things are of various colors, but they are almost shaded green and smelly, and the person who smells it has a sense of sinking.

"Does this mean you can't beat you, disgusting to death?" Shi Xuan looked at the small **** of the dung pool, watching the ghosts struggling in the dung, their faces were all disgusting, disgusting, and hateful ghosts, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It's not that I can't accept it in my own mood, but I didn't expect to encounter this, and I felt funny. It is said that when there is a little bit of dung here, the soul is immediately filthy and unkempt, even if it can escape, the odor will disappear within a hundred years Can't drop.

Shaking his head, the golden bridge on the other bank appeared, and the immeasurable golden light bloomed. Not only the bubbles and tumbling of the dung swamp were all stopped, but the odor that permeated every corner was illuminated by the golden lotus. Exit near the golden bridge on the other bank, and under the bridge. Compared with the surrounding dung pond hell, it is like a paradise on earth, with fragrance and refined fragrance.

Stepping on the golden bridge on the other side, Shi Xuan walked towards the void on the other side. The golden bridge under his feet was like a substance. With every step, a faint beautiful ripple could be stepped on, as if supporting Shi Xuan's footsteps.

At this time, in the dung swamp far from the golden bridge on the other side, a dark green sword light flew out, slashing towards Shi Xuan with a filthy, degraded, and depraved sword intent.

Countless small sword lights in the yin and green illusion all kinds of filthy things and filthy things. If the sword light does not reach, the mind will feel filthy. If it is an ordinary three-caliber pure-yang magic weapon, it will be slashed by it immediately. Lost spirituality, fell into the world.

The guardian of this little **** knows the power of the golden bridge on the other side from the **** of the evil mirror, so he hides far to the side, lest his thoughts are suppressed and cannot cause trouble.

Relying on the strength of the Three Tribulations, as well as being far away from the golden bridge on the other side and being prepared for a long time, his thoughts were only stagnated and then recovered. He estimated that other celestial arts would not be able to break the light around the golden bridge. Maybe just approaching, he would be suppressed. The wind and waves were calm, so he combined his body with Jianguang and went all out to perform the "Sword of Defilement", intending to be unable to stop Shi Xuan, but also to defile his magical golden bridge magic weapon and create opportunities for the next level of **** lord.

A purple sword light burst from Shi Xuan's body, and a beautiful starry sky emerged from the sword light. The stars were shining, or the Beidou, or the white rainbow, the blue dragon, the red bird, the white tiger... the killing and destruction did not radiate, and Condensed on the sword light, the feeling of splendor and terror is contradictory and harmonious.

The Ziying sword came first, cutting straight above the dark green sword light, and the sense of killing, sharpness, and destruction came out vigorously, cutting the filth, sinking, and depravity completely apart and crushing it, even the dark green. Jian Guang was also cut into two pieces, and the Ziying Sword at the peak of the Three Tribulations plus Zhou Tianxing's swordsmanship seemed to be nothing but slashing!

The dark green sword light turned into a little green streamer, and it was about to flee and regroup, but when the purple sword light showed off, the dark night sky appeared, and the stars slowly rose up, forming various formations, turning a thousand miles into The star-boiled ocean.

When the starry sky disappeared and the purple sword light flew back, there was no trace of movement there, as if the fighting method had never happened before.

"So disgusting, so disgusting! Master, you are too bad." After the Ziying sword flew back to Shixuan Yuanshen, he yelled, even if it was born noble and ridiculed all evils and filth.

Shi Xuan smiled and comforted Ziying. After walking through the golden bridge on the other side, he dived into the void and went to the last **** he wanted to break.

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The cold wind howled and the sky was full of ice and snow.

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