Chapter 417

Gu Qingshan stands in hell.

He held the prison ghost King's staff in his hand, and said softly, "the boundary is broken."

"Scepter secret method: when the boundary is broken, the ghost King holding the scepter will be able to master this secret method automatically, open the eighteen hells and liberate all the dead."

The earth began to shake violently.

Without a sound, the boundary between the eighteen hells disappeared.

Time goes by slowly.

At one moment, a giant appeared at the foot of the mountain and on the Bank of the shoal of forgetting the river.

No ghosts and soldiers scold, no gods to watch, he so from the river water to step by step from the big iron Weishan.

He's from skinning hell.

The water of forgetting River hugged him warmly.

Yes, he is a dead man and a dead man. He can't kill him, nor can he.

A second giant appears.

The third giant.

Human beings appear.

Asura is waving weapons.

The king of beasts roared.

The devil flies into the sky.

Then there are the strange looking chaotic creatures.

Dozens of the dead stood in the river.

The whole river is full of dead people.

Eighteen hells, hundreds of millions of dead people emerge one after another.

In the bloody hell, Gu Qingshan quietly spits out a word.

"Up."

The dead moved.

They rushed to the wheel temple.

Just run a few steps, the sky fell a color shadow, just landed on the dead people chopped into flying ash.

Colorful spear, it's out.

But for both sides, this is just the beginning.

There was no end, and the vast river of the dead rushed to the wheel temple.

Brush!

Another colorful spear shadow flashed by.

Tens of thousands of the dead were killed with one blow.

But it doesn't matter!

As soon as they dissipate, more dead people appear in their original positions.

All the dead ran mad to the temple of rotation.

They are fearless.

The pain of being cut is just a common punishment in hell.

As for death, death to them is nothing but a deep sleep.

The dead are not afraid of death!

Even if the colorful spear shadow is more powerful, it can not shake their determination.

A giant strides forward. The colorful shadow flew across his body, killing him and countless giants behind him.

But before that, the giant had grabbed a handful of the dead and hurled it in the direction of the revolving temple.

He laughed and roared, "garbage, what can you do if you kill me?"

It seems to be able to understand this sentence, colorful spear suddenly burst out.

Infinite colorful images, sharp lines, all over the world.

Hundreds of millions of dead mountains.

Gu Qingshan put his hand on the skull of the ghost King's staff and said softly, "come again."

He launched the scepter secret method: the origin of the dead.

All the dead who had fallen asleep were awakened immediately.

In the whole eighteen hells, every one who was killed immediately got up from the hell and rushed to the river forgetting again.

Around the big iron Weishan, the whole forgetting river became the sea of the dead.

The colorful spear looks down below, speeding up the attack.

Spear shadows appeared one after another.

One by one, the dead fall, and new ones step on them and move forward.

From the sky, it's like a group of ants that never give in, slowly approaching the target.

Looking at this scene, the mountain girl sighed: "I didn't expect these villains in hell will work so hard."

Gu Qingshan said: "in all wars, if soldiers fight willingly or are forced to fight, the combat effectiveness that can break out is quite different."

"That's what you're trying to do with them fairly?"

Gu Qingshan laughed and murmured: "it makes people work hard and doesn't benefit people. Who is willing to go all out? What's more, it's a hell. Villains don't have a noble spirit of sacrifice. "

Mountain girl quite agreed: "if there is such an unrealistic situation, unless it is the protagonist of fantasy novels, we can drive others for no reason."

The foot of Tai tie Wai mountain.

The dead are still running like crazy.

Gradually, the dead began to think of new ways to get close to the temple of rotation.

Instead of rushing across, they kept changing directions and moving toward the temple.

They were running, jumping, rolling on the ground, crawling forward, walking the zigzag.

They scattered, flew high, trying to get close to the revolving temple from every angle.

This time, the frequency of colorful spear shadow can't keep up.No matter how powerful it is, it can't release the colorful spear shadow forever.

It is even more impossible to let the spear shadow fill every void forever.

Yes, its power is to kill gods and kill demons.

But this unparalleled power, used to kill the dead who will never die, is a waste and thankless thing.

It's like bombarding mosquitoes with starlight cannons. It's not worth it.

Time goes by slowly.

The death of the impact of the death of the temple of rotation.

The colorful spear shadow attacked them without retreating.

In hell.

"I've always been curious. Isn't it tiring for the colorful spear to kill the dead with so much power?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"The original power of artifact is soul power. No matter how powerful it is, it is necessary to use spear shadow to consume soul power."

The earth sword also said: "even if this kind of consumption is poor for it, it is also consumption."

Gu Qingshan holds the ghost King's staff and feels the hell with his eyes closed.

A few hours later, less than one in a thousand of the eighteen hells fell asleep.

It seems that there is no need to use "the source of the dead" again.

"I'm relieved to hear that." Gu Qingshan road.

A few hours later.

The dead rushed tirelessly to the temple.

They cheered, leaped and fought to meet death.

The dead even began to race to see who had gone far.

Every hell has made offers and odds.

These villains bet on their own death, competing for some advantages.

They enjoyed it.

Sometimes, they also look at personal merits.

The merits and virtues of each deceased are slowly increasing.

Those who try their best to die also gain the most merit.

After all, this is to save the six realms, so as long as they really work hard, there will be merit.

The personal merit calculator tells them that if they succeed, there will be an astronomical merit.

The more merits, the more benefits you will get after reincarnation.

The appearance, opportunity, status, wealth and so on at birth are all based on merit.

Billions of millions of dead people cheered and died with passion.

The colorful spear killed for several hours in succession, and the number of the dead never decreased, but more and more.

Looking down from the sky, I can see that the dead around the mountain are getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.

At a certain moment, Gu Qingshan stood up and gently said to the scepter: "charge."

Hundreds of millions of dead people burst into a roar.

They began to go all out towards the temple of rotation.

It turns out that the dead have been quietly accumulating a certain number of people and harassing them, but they are just playing with colorful spears.

The whole encirclement suddenly shrinks.

The dead are running like wild horses, regardless of life or death, whether in front of the spear shadow or other people.

Hum!

The colorful spear broke out a angry buzz.

It stopped the attack.

It's not that it's merciful, but the impact frequency of the dead is getting faster and fiercer, and finally breaking through its blockade and rushing into the revolving temple.

In the sky, the colorful shadow disappeared completely.

The spear gave up and did useless work.

It lost.

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