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

Leifa Zifu.

The vast sound spread out and echoed over the Xuanzheng Hall.

at the same time.

Standing on the spot holding the sword, with a faint expression on the body, the dazzling electric light spread little by little, and then became stronger and more turbulent. Suddenly, there were thousands of hair-like electric lights flashing in the air. Then, a huge electric field enveloped the entire palace silently.

Under everyone's gaze.

Boom!

The sky above the palace was covered with dark clouds and thunderclouds were gathering.

Countless four-color lightning bolts of lightning emerged in the void between reality and reality. Billions of bolts of lightning were entangled with each other, and then surged in all directions like a tsunami.

In the blink of an eye.

The entire palace turned into a thundering purgatory.

All kinds of lightning flashes seemed like daylight.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee...

Incomparably scorching, the violent lightning snakes stung the eyeballs, and the rolling thunder shook the world. As the source, Shen Jian's body flashed with lightning, and in the depths of his pupils, it seemed as if there was a brilliant divine thunder reflecting on it.

It seems that it is a thunder ancestor who came out of mythology.

this moment.

The civil and military officials at the scene stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost in the blue sky.

Damn it!

What's this?

Where did you learn special effects?

This can all be used to fight Emperor Dou.

The ghosts were frightened for a while.

They have an intuition that no matter which color comes down from the four-color thunder purgatory, as long as the body is rubbed, there will definitely be only one ending - death.

Mommy.

Damn you, have you always fought with this kind of power?

What's the difference between this and using a bull's knife to kill a chicken?

You are so powerful, you can directly shatter the void and ascend to the fairy world.

…

the other side.

Emperor Qing's heart was also filled with turmoil, and his eyes were filled with extreme shock, horror, and disbelief. He seemed to have lost the ability to control his expression, and roared almost out of control:

Disaster level, damn it, you are really a disaster level ghost and god. What is your relationship with the Buddhist Kingdom? I have reached an agreement with the Lord of your Buddhist Kingdom and will dedicate the entire Qing Kingdom. Why do you want to ruin my plan.

At this moment.

The current emperor of the Qing Kingdom was overwhelmed by hatred, anger, and fear, and was roaring unwillingly.

The so-called imperial majesty completely disappeared under the thunderous purgatory that could easily annihilate the entire palace, leaving only the ravings of a madman.

Hear the words.

Shen Jian looked as usual.

He took a deep look at Emperor Qing.

Disaster-level ghosts and gods?

Is this above the world-destroying level of ghosts and gods?

Although he is the Lord of the Underworld, he does not have a deep understanding of the level of terror among ghosts.

In his opinion, the status and strength of beings above ghosts and gods are basically equivalent to that of a city god.

Even the weakest city god has ghost-god level strength.

As for the world-destroying ghosts and gods, the City God who survived from the mythical period reached this state during his lifetime.

According to this hierarchical classification, an existence like Emperor Qing, who is infinitely close to disaster-level ghosts and gods, is basically equivalent to a city god in charge of a province.

And this so-called disaster-level ghost is basically at the top of the city god, on par with the civil and military judges among the four major judges.

Shen Jian clicked his tongue.

Because at the top of the City God is the King of Hell.

In other words.

If the disaster level ghosts and gods go up further, they can reach the level of the King of Hell.

Thinking.

Shen Jian withdrew his gaze.

His words were full of sarcasm: Buddha country, what qualifications do you have to drive me? Don't worry, the fate of this Buddhist country will definitely be worse than yours.

Speaking of which.

Shen Jian glanced at the eldest princess.

Think about it.

He read: Emperor Qing, commit suicide. For the sake of Her Royal Highness the Princess, I can give you a dignified death so that you can exit in the most dignified way.

Hear this.

Emperor Qing's face was filled with resentment.

Suicide?

What a joke.

He finally got to where he is today, and I want him to commit suicide. How is this possible?

To know.

The prerequisite for restarting the ghost realm is that you cannot commit suicide.

In the case of suicide, the ghost realm restart cannot be activated.

There was no way he would accept this proposal.

What if I don't accept it.

Emperor Qing's eyes were gloomy, full of shock, anger, hatred and jealousy, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were crushed by him.

Majestic room.

A mysterious and mysterious Buddhist sutra lingered around him.

Immediately shouted: I have the ghost realm to restart, and I have the supernatural protection blessed by the Lord of the Buddha Kingdom. What can you do to me in a short period of time? You are forcing the palace this time, and you don't want to see the Qing Kingdom fall into chaos. You just came back in a hurry, right?

Let me leave. I can write the imperial edict to pass the throne to her, and leave here, never setting foot in the Qing Kingdom. Otherwise, I will risk my life and die with the entire Qing Kingdom.

His voice was full of determination.

There is a madness that if we can't live alone, we will die together.

certainly.

Emperor Qing was not willing to do this until the situation was over.

Because he was once the master of Luo Fengtian and had all the authority over Zhou Jue Yintian Palace, his luck and destiny had long been deeply bound to Luo Fengtian, that is, Qingguo.

If the Qing Kingdom is destroyed, he will also die.

Even though he has gradually gotten rid of this influence after many years of hard work, he has not completely eliminated himself. Now that Qing Kingdom is destroyed, he will also suffer unimaginable damage, and the terror level may fall below the Ghost King.

Hear this.

Shen Jian said no more.

The voice was as cold as the Nine Nether Hell: If you don't accept it, I will kill you a thousand times, and you will still die.

The words fell.

A bolt of thunder wrapped in four colors roared like an angry dragon, tearing apart the heaven and earth within a tenth of a second and slamming into Emperor Qing.

Click!

A sound like a broken mirror suddenly sounded.

The souls of Emperor Qing are all gone.

Because this broken sound was exactly the secret prayer beads that enveloped him.

Just the second after it was lifted, this layer of supernatural blessing failed. The violent, hot, majestic thunder hit the target head-on.

In an instant.

There was a burst of earth-shattering, a loud noise that could burst human eardrums, like dozens of sky survey missiles exploding at the same time, a bright light that was difficult to see directly shone, thunder splashed, all the air collapsed layer by layer, forming layers of gas. Waves surged out in all directions.

A few ministers who were already a hundred meters away from Emperor Qing were still affected by the escaping electric light. They suffered heavy injuries and fell straight down.

This scene.

The civil and military officials in the court were so frightened that they retreated for thousands of meters before stopping.

Emperor Qing, who was located in the center of the thunder and was directly hit, also turned into a piece of humanoid charcoal and fell into the pit.

There was no trace of integrity anywhere on his body.

He looked like he could never die again.

Shen Jian was unmoved.

The second four rays of thunder were already roaring in the sky, protruding a majestic dragon head.

Emperor Qing:......

He roared inwardly.

Knowing that the second thunderbolt was about to fall, he could no longer continue to pretend to be dead.

There is a time limit for the Ghostland restart.

Once the reversal time exceeds, he will really die.

There is no way.

Emperor Qing could only be forced to recover.

From a piece of coke, one's own time is set back ten seconds.

Restore as before.

The next second.

The four-color thunder fell as expected.

Ahhh!

Emperor Qing let out a shrill scream.

Restarting the ghost realm can turn back time and restore one's own state to the original state, but it cannot avoid damage or offset the pain.

When the difference in strength is not large, or even when the enemy is only one step ahead and cannot be crushed, whoever masters the ghost domain restart will be invincible.

However……

When the difference in strength is too large and the enemy is easily crushed, restarting the Ghost Realm becomes a torture.

at the moment.

Emperor Qing felt this way.

The second after he faced the four-color thunder head-on for the second time and completely crashed, he restarted himself again, hoping to use the time difference of a few seconds to escape from the palace first.

The idea is wonderful.

the reality is cruel.

The moment he restarted himself for the third time.

The third four-color thunder fell within less than a second before falling again.

Emperor Qing:? ? !

I am your grandma's.

There is no time interval for this ultimate move?

You should be cheating on your horse.

Who is recruiting people without CD?

A big move without a CD, is it still a big move?

Just kidding.

In such shock and anger, Emperor Qing ushered in his fourth death.

…

Chi chi chi chi chi——

I don’t know how long it will take.

The eyes of the civil and military officials in the court had changed from the fear and panic before to numbness.

The style of painting also gradually became strange.

How many times?

Probably...more than seventy times.

Your Majesty is worthy of being your Majesty. With this resilience, if it were used to handle government affairs, the Qing Kingdom would have been able to invade the Yi Lai Empire next door and occupy more territory.

Who says it's not, but the restart speed is getting slower and slower, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for a long time.

Wait a minute, you're looking down on people, I bet your majesty can last ten more times.

Nonsense, you are short-sighted. Your Majesty learns to practice before you learn to walk. Could it be that these hundreds of years of strong Yin Qi have been practiced in vain?

Is your Majesty okay?

Hmph, Your Majesty can last at least thirty more times.

The ministers began to discuss.

The current situation is already very tough.

Emperor Qing was no match for the envoy.

In other words, the two are not on the same level at all.

Under Shen Jian's power, Emperor Qing couldn't even launch a decent attack, so he was pinned to the ground and rubbed.

He died more than seventy times in a row.

What is this concept?

You must know that Emperor Qing is a legendary world-destroying ghost and god, and he is also one of the best at the same level. He can fight against half of the living forces of Qing Kingdom with the power of one ghost.

Not to mention seventy lives, even if there is only one, as long as there is enough time, the entire Qing Kingdom can be destroyed.

However, even so, he still couldn't even touch Shen Jian's hair.

There is absolutely no comparison.

The only question now is how long Emperor Qing can hold on.

soon.

With a plop.

Emperor Qing, who restarted himself again, roared unwillingly.

No!!

Let me go and I can become your slave and work for you.

This is his last reboot.

He has no chance.

At this time, the fear in his heart finally defeated his reason and his so-called dignity. The majestic king of a country and the emperor of the ghost country, who was above tens of millions of people, uttered a voice begging for mercy.

See this.

Shen Jian's face remained calm.

Think about it.

He took out an ancient ghost knife from his body.

The moment he held it, Emperor Qing's death line emerged.

If the top ghost king's death line is as thick as a bucket, then the world-destroying ghost god's death line is as thick as a big tree in the sky surrounded by ten people.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is impossible to cut it off with human power.

Shen Jian raised his knife.

Cut it off with one knife.

The dead line collapsed inch by inch.

This is your last bit of decency.

The words fell.

Emperor Qing was struck by lightning.

Falling down hard.

There were no scars on his body, but he had lost all his powers and was in a state of death.

Emperor Qing, die!