Chapter 1845

Hell is not empty, vow not to become Buddha!

The king of the land of Tibet even planned to kill all the evil spirits in the eighteen layers of hell!

"Dizang king, let us go. We won't interfere in what you want to do!" Xiao Chen said.

"No matter the Rain King, the evil one or the woman around you, they are all evil spirits. Since they are evil spirits, they must cross the border!"

Then the eighteen Arhats all sat down with their knees crossed. The light of the Buddha began to spread to the whole hell. All the evil spirits who heard the Buddha sound felt their eardrums cracked, and their headache was about to crack, and their bodies began to dissipate.

"Ha ha ha ha, dizang king, hell is not empty, vow not to become Buddha. It's a great dream, but it's a pity that your dream will never be fulfilled." At this time, Xiao Chen suddenly laughs, the laughter is full of disdain, full of ridicule.

"My ambition is coming to an end." The King opened his eyes and his voice was full of affirmation.

"Is it?" Xiao Chen sneered, but at this time, suddenly a black fog appeared in the air, blocking the gap above the city of Yanluo, and the light of Buddha poured down was also covered. Only the king of Tibet and the eighteen Arhats radiated Buddhist light.

"What's going on?" He frowned.

"Because of the king!" A voice full of domineering authority suddenly rings, and then the black fog slowly condenses into a man full of domineering power. The man's eyes are full of fierce, a black cloak, left hand life and death book, right hand judge pen, indifferent looking at the di Zang king.

"Yama The king of dizang lost his voice. Not only did he, the Rain King, and even all the ghost practitioners looked at the king of Yama in horror. They were all sluggish. Isn't the king of Yama dead? How could it happen again!

"No way. I can feel your breath disappear. How can you not be dead?" The king of Tibet looked at Yama and said in disbelief.

"Because the king is the master of hell!" The king of Yama said coldly, turning over the book of life and death in his hand, and drawing a stroke with the right judge's pen, he said coldly: "Eighteen prison masters appear!"

With the fall of Yama's voice, eighteen figures suddenly appeared behind him. No matter who was dead or who was not dead, all appeared behind the king of Yama, even if the real prison master who pulled out his tongue was forbidden to kill.

"Ten halls of hell, gather!" The judge's pen in the hand of King Yan Luo once again drew a line. All the nine Yanluo killed by King Guang of Qin and emperor of song appeared on both sides of the king of Yama, including Yan Luo who was put into the enchanting bowl by white color clothes.

"Meng Po returns to her place!" The king of Yama had a big drink again, and a group of light appeared in the book of life and death, which was not in the mind of white color clothes.

After half a ring, the white colored clothes opened their eyes, held the enchanting bowl, and bowed down to the king of Yama and said, "mother Meng has seen the king of Yama!"

The king of Yama nodded, then looked at the king of the earth and said, "the king of the earth, there are eighteen judges in the eighteen layers of hell. You can let them leave now

The voice falls down and a black hole opens again above the city of Yama.

The king of Tibet took a look at the king of Yama and the judge behind him. He knew that things could not be reversed. He said to the eighteen Arhats behind him, "go back to the Buddha kingdom. Don't go to hell."

"Dizang king, what do you do?"

"It started because of me, and it should end because of me!" The king of Tibet said calmly that Yama's strength was unfathomable. The strength of Yama and the prison master was no less than that of the eighteen Arhats. Moreover, this was hell. If they really fought, they had no chance to win.

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