Chapter 572 Eighteen Hells, Death of the King of Heaven

As Yu Chen stepped forward, the endless ghosts and gods above the billowing clouds, with green faces and fangs, scarlet eyes, and murderous intent, followed him.

The endless terrifying power is rolling in like a sea wave!

From that moment on, the indescribable fear inevitably rose from the heart of the king of Pingtang, and his whole body was trembling!

Thump thump thump thump!

Six more steps back!

King Pingtian could hardly restrain himself and took another six steps back!

——"Which sky do you want to conquer?"

That indifferent question made King Pingtian tremble all over. He raised his head and looked at Yu Chen.

At this moment, he stood there as if in the center of the entire world.

That feeling was not unfamiliar to King Pingtian.

This was the case when he was in the secret realm of Pingtian during his heyday.

——The Lord of Heaven and Earth.

Suddenly, he heard what the man in front of him had just said.

"——This is my territory."

King Pingtian looked around.

In addition to the terrifying ghosts and gods above the endless clouds, there are also the majestic underworld that flows endlessly, the ferocious palace hidden in the darkness, the terrifying hell that stretches across the sky, and the majestic ghost gate. close……

The more I look.

King Pingtian felt more...familiar.

It was as if I had seen the appearance of this world somewhere.

Then, it was like something exploded in my head.

I remembered!

A long time ago, King Pingtian accidentally entered a fairy cave.

——That is the real Immortal Cave, not some exaggerated story spread among the people.

It was precisely because of that adventure that he got a lot of opportunities and fortunes, which allowed King Pingtian to advance rapidly and finally reach the top.

And that is in that Immortal Cave, except for those huge rare fruits, magical weapons and treasures.

He also found some notes of the sage.

One of the last articles contains records: The underworld is rolling, the palace of the underworld is brilliant, the eighteen purgatory, thousands of ghosts and gods, the gates of ghosts are majestic, the three lives of strange stones, the world is vast during life, the ghost city of Fengdu after death, and the life span is exhausted with a sigh, the underworld is When the door opens, the gods and bodhisattvas must also come...

The first half of the note describes a vast and terrifying ghostly scene.

But the second half of it says that the underworld and the ghost city of Fengdu are the destination of all living things and the dead.

Humans, gods, immortals, Buddhas, demons... no matter how talented you are, your power is infinite, you can dominate the world, and you can be powerful in all directions.

As long as I die, I will come to this underworld and be reincarnated!

At the end of the note, the writing is scrawled and difficult to read, as if the immortal had gone crazy when he wrote this last article.

But there is a saying that King Pingtian listened to it as a story.

Because the so-called underworld and reincarnation in the legend are too far away.

So far away that it cannot be verified.

So King Pingtian never paid attention to it.

Until today.

He saw with his own eyes this gloomy and gloomy world.

The memory that was almost forgotten has just been recalled again.

--Hell!

This is the rumored underworld that has long since collapsed!

That is the underworld where no matter whether it is immortals, demons, gods or Buddhas, they will be governed and judged as soon as they die!

——The good and evil in the world of the world are up to you, who will be spared in the eighteen hells of the underworld?

He looked at Yu Chen and became extremely horrified!

Trembling all over!

Teeth chattering!

What if this place was the underworld!

Then this guy...

"You...who are you?" King Pingtian asked in shock!

"I?"

Yu Chen scratched his head,

"You came to the capital to see the graves?"

"Law-abiding people of the Eastern Wasteland?"

"The infamous judge?"

"These are all me."

He clapped his fingers, finally lowered his head and looked at King Pingtian, "But at this moment, at this place, I am the head of the underworld, the lord of all ghosts, the lord of the underworld who judges life and death, good and evil, my name is... Fengdu !”

At that moment, endless clouds and thousands of ghosts and gods shouted loudly and fell to their knees!

Yu Chen's eyes became hollow and indifferent, as if he had transformed from a human being into some kind of will, and he spoke slowly, like the voice of heaven.

"Pingtian King Gou Ying, for the favor of heaven and earth, granted him the title of Enlightenment, but for his own selfish gain, he sacrificed millions of sentient beings to the devastation of all living beings. This is a heinous crime!

He is sentenced to go through the hell of the mountain of swords, the hell of the sea of ​​fire, the hell of the steamer, the hell of the copper pillar... and he will be executed immediately! "

Once a word is spoken, heaven and earth follow.

The gates of the eighteen purgatory stretching across the sky are open!

The ferocious ghosts kept grinning ferociously and sneered sneerly!

Thump thump thump!

King Pingtian, take three more steps back!

Looking at that towering figure, I suppressed the endless fear in my heart, and the power of my soul completely exploded!

It arouses endless terrifying golden light, steaming in a mighty and dazzling way, just like the blazing sun!

"What kind of underworld? What kind of Lord of all ghosts?"

He was scared and angry, so he made a desperate move!

"You are the remnants of the old era! You are the ones who deserve to die forever! You can't even think of judging me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As he spoke, the brilliant golden light surged up and exploded with endless terrifying power!

We must forcefully tear apart the void and return to the present world!

But at that moment, King Pingtian saw it.

Those thousands of ghosts and gods did not stop him.

The young man didn't stop him.

They just looked at him like a poor frog scurrying about in boiling water.

The next moment, an extremely terrifying coldness enveloped his whole body.

King Pingtian felt like he could not help but tremble all over his body!

If he feels something, he turns around and takes a look!

Then I saw the endless rolling yellow spring water behind me, rolling down!

Thousands of feet high, overwhelming and overwhelming!

And above the surging terrifying waves, there was a young girl of twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a black robe and with an expressionless face.

Looking at him was like looking at a struggling insect.

The water of Huangquan surges down mightily!

The endless golden light of the soul was destroyed instantly!

The bone-chilling coldness and the endless resentment ghosts in the underworld passed through King Pingtian in an instant!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

He roared with fear and pain!

Wait until the end of the underworld.

The last trace of King Pingtian's soul power was completely crushed!

He was hit by a wave on the bank of Huangquan River. His whole body was sore and numb, and he could no longer move at all.

Huang Quan saluted Yu Chen, and then returned to the water without even looking at King Ping Tian.

Yu Chen lowered his head and his eyes met with King Pingtian.

In those eyes, the anger, resentment, unwillingness... everything has faded.

Instead, pain and fear filled the face of this majestic king.

Yu Chen looked at him as if he were a dead dog, and called to the two ghost servants, "Pull him down."

The two hideous and ferocious ghost messengers took the order, stepped forward, took out the rusty iron hook, plunged it into King Pingtian's flesh and blood with a pop, and dragged it away.

Not long after, terrifying wailing and roaring sounds came from the Eighteen Hells.

But as the ancient door closed, everything fell into silence, as if nothing had happened.

After dealing with King Pingtian, Yu Chen took a deep breath, said hello to everyone in the underworld, opened the door, and returned to the secret realm of Pingtian.

The whole process before was a long one.

But in fact, it was only half a quarter of an hour.

It only took half a quarter of an hour from the time King Pingtian was taken away by the Book of Deliverance to the time Yu Chen emerged from the underworld.

For Yan Yu, half an hour was just the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, it seems like seconds are like years!

She doesn't know what Yu Chen did, she doesn't know where King Pingtian went, and she doesn't know what the final outcome will be.

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Finally, Yu Chen's figure came out and handed over his hands: "Miss Yan, it's settled."

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, closed her eyes and concentrated.

The Nine Dragon Cauldron slowly rotated.

With the incomparably profound blood connection, Yan Yu, as the weapon spirit of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, naturally felt the aura of the Pingtian King very clearly.

He...is not dead yet!

I haven’t really lost my soul yet!

So, Yan Yu looked at the returning Yu Chen, shook her head, and immediately expressed her feelings. "Your Excellency, that Pingtian King Gou Ying... is not dead yet."

"right."

Yu Chen nodded.

In fact, when King Pingtian was thrown into the underworld just now, he did not go through the normal process of death trial, so he did not go through the judge's hall, nor did he open the book of good and evil.

Because King Pingtian's vitality, that is, his longevity, has not been completely exhausted yet.

Yu Chen just used a small privilege to let Huang Quan crush all his soul power, and then threw his half-dead soul into hell to enjoy.

——Yu Chen naturally couldn't do this kind of thing in the Yang world, but fortunately, King Pingtian only had a ray of soul left, which was restrained by the Book of Humanity and the underworld.

In addition, he was thrown into the underworld, and he became a piece of fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.

After he has experienced all the eighteen hells, his life span is exhausted, and his soul should really fly away.

Thinking of this, Yu Chen shook his head, "But it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of time."

After a pause, he suddenly smiled, brightly and with a terrifying coldness.

"——In addition, I think that even though the crown prince is still alive, he should be eager to die immediately, right? His soul will be scattered and his body and soul will be destroyed. This should be his only pursuit at this moment."

Seeing Yu Chen's smile, Yan Yu shivered for some unknown reason!

She really wanted to ask what happened, what happened to King Pingtian, and what he had experienced?

But her intuition and Pontus seemed to warn her with the loudest voice at that moment!

——Don’t ask, don’t care!

So Yan Yu finally suppressed her thoughts, just nodded, and did not continue to ask.

So, the matter was settled.

Although today's King Pingtian has never really been distraught and disappeared into ashes.

But being trapped in the Eighteen Hells is a situation that is countless times more painful and torturous than death.

All in all, a majestic king, scheming young people, managed to survive for a long time.

Finally fell into the clouds.

This opened up the secret realm of Pingtian for hundreds of years and finally came to an end.

The dust has settled.