Chapter 3010: The Trial Ground of Gods and Demons. Hell Opens and All Ghosts Move Swiftly.
Volume 11 Trial Ground of Gods and Demons Chapter 3046 Hell opens and all ghosts move swiftly
Pei Qianmo's pupils suddenly shrank, but his head had already separated from his body. Although the soul in the body woke up quickly, before it could control the body, the fierce and devouring power of the space frenzy overwhelmed it at this time, and the terrifying space cracks hit all-out, causing blood to spatter immediately.
Qin Ming's running body suddenly stopped, and with a flick of his hand, the bloody sickle slammed into the flying head, firmly fixed in the air, the death energy invaded, and the blood energy impacted, completely crushing the consciousness inside. Almost at the same time, the space in front solidified, immobilizing the tattered body.
The whole place was silent, you could hear a pin drop, and countless eyes were swaying and staring into the sky.
From the sudden disappearance of Qin Ming, to the appearance behind Pei Qianmo, to the sudden assassination, the precise assassination only took a microsecond. Even Xing Anhua's "Be careful" message had just spread.
The light in Pei Qianmo's eyes gradually dimmed. As a top killer with a far-reaching reputation, the deputy leader of the Dark Holy Cult has hunted countless powerful men in his life, almost always when the enemy was unprepared, and today... the same ending fell on him. I didn't even understand what was going on since I died.
"This will balance it." Qin Ming controlled the imprisoned space and moved in front of him, swinging the bloody sickle to pierce the headless body and destroy the soul inside.
The whole place was in an uproar, and countless people gasped in shock. Their consciousness was still a little dazed, but they could not suppress the shock in their hearts. Qin Ming was clearly ten thousand meters away just now. No matter how fast he was, there had to be traces and movements. But at that moment, he was completely crossing the void, not simply penetrating the space. Moreover, what happened to the death scythe in his hand? Where did that thing come from?
Feng Qingjue woke up from the shock and immediately retreated into the distance. Although it was Pei Qianmo who died, she was still chilled all over, running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. If Qin Ming's target just now was himself, what would be the consequences?
"F*ck!" Jiuying couldn't help but scream. He didn't even react to this sudden scene.
"What an assassination!" Lord Lingxiao secretly exclaimed in shock. To assassinate the deputy leader of the Dark Saint Cult, it was a shame that Qin Ming could think of it and be able to do it. What was even more amazing was that he did it. A killer in the Huangwu Realm was killed with one blow. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would believe it and who would accept it.
The three-headed hell dog roared out of the earth cauldron and pounced towards Feng Qingjue, breaking the solid atmosphere. The dark fire surged into the sky, the death energy boiled, and the three heads roared wildly, immediately drawing Feng Qingjue's attention to it.
Feng Qingjue woke up, raised the Holy Sword of Light, and killed the three-headed dog of hell.
"Qin Ming!" She disappeared from sight.
At this time, Xing Wannian suddenly turned around. Qin Ming had appeared behind him, and the death sickle tore through the space and struck directly at his forehead.
Xing was in shock for ten thousand years, but he could no longer escape. At the critical moment, crystal light spots appeared on his whole body. They were diamond-like crystals, formed from the flesh, and they were the Xing family's earth secret technique. However... the Death Scythe is extremely sharp. It was made by Qin Ming directly melting various mysteries of Taiyin Netherworld. With a crisp sound, the bloody sickle shattered the scalp crystals and struck into the head.
Xing Wannian activated his secret technique crazily, and the crystals not only came from the outside in, but also from the inside out. At the time of life and death, his entire head was filled with crystals, and he forcibly stopped the sickle that had already penetrated more than half of it. He turned around crazily, He just broke the scythe and swooped away to escape. Although he avoided the fate of being beheaded, he still broke out in a cold sweat, his whole body felt like he was being electrified, and... the part of the scythe left in his head quickly melted, turning into death energy starting from his head and spreading throughout his body. Cold, evil, and filled with nightmare-like phantoms, he screamed miserably and struggled wildly, trying his best to expel the death energy.
"Ah!" Xing Anhua rushed in frantically, and Huangwu's peak momentum boiled into an astonishing wave of energy.
"Jiu Ying, hell dog, I leave this place to you!" Qin Ming quickly turned his hands over, and a strong energy of order surged through his body. When Xing Anhua attacked brazenly, his hands suddenly opened, and there was a loud bang. There was a loud noise in the sky, the ground shook, the sky collapsed, and a majestic giant door suddenly opened behind him. It looked like a door to the underworld, with death energy boiling, chains across the sky, and underworld fire, thunder and lightning intertwined fiercely.
The whole place was in an uproar! Looking at this scene in horror!
Gate of the Netherworld? Is that the hell gate? They once again had endless associations with Qin Ming's identity!
Xing Anhua stopped suddenly and looked at the majestic giant door with boiling air in front of her in surprise. This was not an entity, not a real door to the netherworld, but the momentum actually made her feel strong pressure.
Qin Ming suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared ten thousand meters away behind Xing Anhua. His hands turned over quickly, black lines appeared on his forehead, and streams of death energy, blood energy, dead fire, darkness, etc., exploded and boiled one after another, flowing from his whole body. There was a mighty roar, like the cry of the god of death, like the cry of all ghosts, his hands suddenly spread out, and the endless Yin Qi behind him intertwined, opening a towering ghost gate again.
The second...the third...the fourth...the ninth...
Qin Ming flashed one after another, appearing in nine different directions, opening the nine gates of hell. Everyone can see that this is not a real ghost gate, let alone an entity, but a form of some kind of netherworld power. However, the pervasive momentum and the scale displayed shocked countless people. The rapidly flashing... The figure is no longer the gold it was before, and its wings have turned black. It is evil and terrifying as the god of death.
"Who can control the nine gates of hell?"
"Who is he? Who is he?"
"How long has he been buried on Samsara Island? Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years? Which era was he born in!"
The whole place was in a commotion, with chills all over. Even Jiu Ying, who had already killed Feng Qingjue, suddenly changed his expression. He once again felt the terrifying power from Qin Ming.
"Hell opens the door, and all ghosts move quickly! Xing Anhua, please enter the underworld!" Qin Ming roared, and the nine gates of hell rioted in a monstrous frenzy. The endless chains struck fiercely, and they were densely fused together, completely imprisoning those people. The space of 10,000 meters drowned Qin Ming, and even more so Xing Anhua.
Xing Anhua seemed to be in the depths of the catastrophic evolution. The wind howled, and its power seemed to be able to roll up tens of thousands of boulders, making her clothes fly. Yin thunder is rolling, like thousands of bead curtains hanging all over the world, containing huge energy that can annihilate souls. The chains are across the sky, carrying endless ghost marks, and a large number of evil ghosts and ghosts are entangled on them.
Looking around, the nine gates of hell are towering, more real and heavier than before. Nine identical figures stand in front of the gates of the netherworld, holding bloody sickles, their eyes are dark and murderous, resonating with the gates of the netherworld and blending with the netherworld space. , nine voices sounded at the same time, shaking the space: "I am in the Netherworld, and it is impossible for anyone but the Immortal Martial Emperor to destroy my soul!"
"I, Xing Anhua, have not been defeated in decades, and I will never be defeated today." Whip: "Ancestors, protect me!"