Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

In the sound of heavy footsteps.

The tall figure slowly approached. The ancient long knife in his hand was obviously not stained with blood, but it gave people an oppressive feeling shrouded in the shadow of death.

Watch this scene.

The lame old man's eyes widened.

Why?

Why is that human okay?

The ghost sword has a very strong curse effect. If you just pick it up, nothing will happen. However, if you use the ghost sword to hit a dead line that cannot be directly seen, while the enemy is dismembered, you will also be eroded by the curse.

Those who are weak will lose half their lives.

Even if he is as strong as the top red warrior, he still has to lose one of his hands.

and.

This kind of supernatural erosion cannot be recovered in a short time.

But this human being didn't look like anything was wrong.

Can he strike again?

Once this pervasive thought appears in my mind, I can't get it out of my mind.

The lame village chief shuddered hard.

Limping, retreating quickly.

At the same time, he shouted: My dear grandpa, grandpa suddenly remembered something. Stop him here first. Grandpa will come back as soon as he goes.

Hear this.

The confused boy and the girl looked confused.

Stopped in front of Shen Jian.

Yes, yes, stop him, there is absolutely no way he will use the third knife.

The lame village chief showed his big yellow teeth and growled with joy on his face.

What a touching relationship between grandfather and grandson. Your grandfather abandoned you, but you still never leave. I have to say, uncle, I am very touched.

Shen Jian stopped.

Saw this scene.

The ancient instructor and his group in the distance looked worried and hesitated to speak.

Lord Yama, your Holy Mother Heart will not explode, so be prepared to let them go.

This idea is unacceptable.

But as the protected party, they are not qualified to make decisions for Shen Jian.

I just hope that Lord Yama can harden his heart.

Everyone is thinking.

Shen Jian has spoken again: Well, uncle has decided to give you a reward, and you can choose your favorite way to die.

Everyone:...

Draw a 6 with one hand.

The boys and girls also looked stiff.

God chooses a way to die that he likes.

Give this reward to whomever you like, don't give it to us.

Can't bear it.

If possible, we don’t want to die…

Shen Jian continued: The conditions are valid. I will only give you three rewards, the sickle, the machete, and the big gun. Come on, choose and seize the rewards in front of you.

Shen Jian placed the ghost sickle, ghost sword, and Rakshasa spear in front of him in turn.

Urging the two of them to make a quick choice.

Hurry up, uncle will rush to catch your grandpa later and send that old guy to accompany you.

Shen Jian finished.

The three weapons erupted with terrifying supernatural power at the same time.

Coupled with the power he had brought by dismembering two red-clad devils one after another, a strong sense of oppression formed at this moment.

The longevity clothes on the two ghosts shook, and strong resentment filled the air.

His pale face became more and more gloomy.

at last.

They finally seemed unable to bear the pressure.

A twist.

He also escaped.

If you don't choose, the reward will be forfeited.

Shen Jian's demonic voice brushed against their ears.

Two ghosts:! ! !

They were startled.

Turn around and look.

Two bone sticks, one black and one white, hit their heads at the same time.

thump.

Two more red-clad ghosts fell down.

Plus the two at the door.

In just two minutes.

The five red-clad fierce ghosts that attacked were almost wiped out.

All the players watching were in awe.

Although they knew that Shen Jian was very strong, they only speculated that he could rival Hong Yi.

But now.

Two knives dismembered two red clothes.

Knock out two red clothes with two sticks.

Scare away a top redcoat.

No one, even the Ghost King, would doubt this strength.

While thinking.

On Shen's body, six scarlet eyes opened at the same time.

A flash of red light.

Disappear in place.

next moment.

He appeared in front of the lame village chief and blocked his retreat.

Although the Ghost Eye is very awkward, the ghost realm cannot collide with other ghosts, and there is no real murderous supernatural power, but in terms of movement, he has never seen a ghost realm larger than the Ghost Eye.

Under the cover of the ghost realm, three thousand meters are under his control.

Even if the lame old man ran away like this, he could not escape from his grasp.

Haha, old man, why are you running?

Shen Jian smiled eerily:

I am a famous quack doctor from all over the country. I can cure any difficult and complicated diseases. Aren't your legs lame? I can help you.

Lame old man:......

He swore that he had never encountered such a terrifying human being in his life.

How can you treat it? Can I hear the treatment plan?

The lame old man retreated, sweating profusely.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows.

He seemed to be thinking seriously about the treatment.

Okay, isn't your leg lame? Then I'll break it off for you and replace it with a new one. What do you think?

Lame old man:? ? !

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know whether to say something or not.

You are a self-proclaimed doctor, right?

Otherwise, with your medical skills, even a quack would be considered good.

wrong.

Only then did the lame old man react.

What the other person said seemed to be a quack.

Lame ghost:......

Seeing Shen Jian approaching step by step, he was frightened and undecided.

Little brother, there is no medical condition here. How about we treat it next time?

Shen Jian stopped.

It seems so. Other conditions can be overcome, but the lack of anesthesia is indeed a bit troublesome.

Mumbling something.

Then he raised his head and said: Well, I have two plans now. The first is to knock you out with this hammer, and the second is to knock you out with this stick. You can make do with it and choose an anesthetic plan.

Lame old man:! !

This, this, this, what if someone dies?

This time.

Shen Jian spread his hands and said, What does that have to do with me? The operation was successful. If you can't wake up, it's because the patient didn't do his best.

grass!

You really deserve to be called a quack.

Little doll, don't do anything to your heart's content. Are you forcing me to die now?

Seeing that Shen Jian was determined to kill him, the lame old man's tone became gloomy.

The terrifying Yin Qi belonging to the top red-clad ghosts spreads.

That's right.

Shen Jian nodded seriously.

Lame ghost:......

He admitted it.

This cub actually admitted it.

The lame old man looked around and found that he was alone at this moment.

An unspeakable sadness welled up.

And at this time.

Shen Jian had already taken out the skull-crushing hammer.

He hit the lame ghost hard on the face.

He fled in a hurry, but under the cover of the ghost domain of the ghost eyes, his so-called escape was simply staying in place.

He could only watch helplessly as the heavy hammer hit his head.

ah!

………

Stuff the body into a sack.

Shen Jian's eyes sparkled.

The excitement in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

There are four to five hundred fierce ghosts in a village. Even if most of them are white-clothed level, quantity can overwhelm quality.

Help him unlock the thirteenth level of hell.

According to the model of three levels of hell, rewards can be unlocked once.

On the fifteenth floor of hell, he was able to unlock another Yama Palace.

He had a gut feeling.

After all eighteen levels of hell are unlocked, he may be able to fully possess all the authority of the Ten Palaces of Yama.

By the time.

He will no longer be the king of hell.

But the real lord of the underworld.

…

Under Ghostland Mobile.

Shen Jian arrived at the ancestral hall soon.

The ancestral hall is built on the edge of a cliff.

Below is a lake.

Shen Jian's eyes lit up.

Opened the door of the ancestral hall.

Just entered.

In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes looked straight over.

It was a strange figure standing on the same spot.

Shen Jian looked over.

The entire ancestral hall is very large inside.

One after another, the fierce ghosts knelt down and worshiped Xiao Luohe.

These fierce ghosts are all wearing shrouds.

There are blue-and-white-patterned shrouds, there are green-orange shrouds, and there are red-patterned shrouds.

Aunt Su Nuan looked at the fierce ghosts everywhere and couldn't help but take a breath.

There are only more than 200 households in Sujia Village.

The total population is between four and five hundred.

There were no less than a hundred people standing in this ancestral hall.

In other words, a quarter of the villagers participated in this river god ceremony.

And prepare to sacrifice the remaining three-quarters.

The ghosts stared directly at Shen Jian.

It's like looking at a dead person.

However.

next moment.

They were all stunned for a moment.

Because Shen Jian took out a different shroud from his body.

This shroud is black.

Different from everyone present.

Shen Jian took it off the lame village chief.

He found that this shroud, like paper clothing, had a good effect of resisting supernatural powers.

Based on the principle that the deceased is the most important, he took it off and kept it for collection.

Put on the shroud.

Shen Jian said familiarly: Brothers, you are one of our own, don't shoot.

Not to mention, this shroud is quite cool to wear.

Where was it ordered?

Shroud Ghost:......