I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

"I turned out to be a peerless newcomer ( to find the latest chapter!

Nether.

Behind the mist is the boundless desolate plain with the remains of the Palace of Literature, connected with the original ruined walls here, like a dilapidated palace.

The moon-white robe was extremely abrupt in the gray world.

Su Jin carried his hands on his back, Shi Shiran was flying in the front, not hurriedly, as if waiting for someone in the back.

Behind him, Zhang Queer used both hands empty, his figure flickered, chasing after him with physical strength.

In the netherworld, the immortal spiritual power completely loses its effectiveness, and all kinds of magical spells can't be used.

Of course he knew in his heart that he was not Su Jin's opponent in the world, let alone Nether, but he still followed.

The ruined walls seem to be out of sight.

"Uhhhhhh-"

The two passed through a large area of ​​withered flowers, and the shriveled shore flowers were lifeless, silently talking about the prosperity of the past, and some flower stems were tied with hand strings, hairpins, picture scrolls, clothing...mostly others entrusted their feelings. Things.

There is also a dry river next to it, the riverbed is sloppy, and the dark bridge can be seen from time to time.

"Here...Where is it?"

Zhang Queer became more and more frightened as he walked away.

Everything indicates that there was a trace of human presence here.

Have you ever prospered in the netherworld?

Now, where did the creatures go?

Zhang Queer looked deep at the back of the white clothes ahead.

After a while, the back figure suddenly stopped and smiled: "Are you curious, what's going on in the netherworld?"

"Did you tell me so kindly?" Zhang Queer sneered.

"Anyway, you can't get out anyway, it doesn't hurt to talk about it."

Su Jin nodded and walked more and more leisurely in the courtyard, saying: "This was not called Netherworld, but the netherworld. It is a place that only comes after death. Among them are the ten halls of the Hades, the way to govern reincarnation, and the number of lives in Dingyang. Good or bad.

In other words, a person's life is determined by a treasure named "Life and Death Book". How unfair is this?

Simply, your majesty pushed the netherworld, the name here now..."

When Su Jin said this, a sickly expression appeared on his face, and he smiled and said, "It's called eighteen hells."

The fog gradually faded.

There were many black shadows around, some with horns, some with long tongues and pale faces, all looking hideous and terrifying.

Smelling the aura of the soul, they almost rushed forward, but they seemed to be a little jealous of the book page floating above Su Jin's head.

"Humph!"

Su Jin suddenly let out a cold snort, and the treasure technique floating above his head slid around.

It seems that there is an irreversible force that can change the cycle of cause and effect, which is similar to the Confucian way of speaking, but it is a deeper level of force.

Suddenly, the ghostly shadows were scattered like birds and beasts, panicking, as if Su Jin was the real evil spirit.

"Eighteen layers... hell."

Zhang Que murmured in two mouths, and then his body shook suddenly, raising his head in disbelief.

He still remembered one thing.

During the trip down the mountain, the Bodhi Buddhist Temple in the extreme west came to Zhongzhou to preach. The originally exclusive Zhou Tianzi discussed the Dharma with the abbot of Bodhi for three days, and finally agreed to build a pagoda to preach with Zhongzhou and even the Southeastern countries.

One of the most famous is the "Eighteen Mud Plow Sutra". For a time, many people just want to eat Zhai, reciting the Buddha and repairing the future blessings. Coupled with Zhou Tianzi's retreat, countless Taoist traditions are closed for a while, and there is no time to escape in the future. In the sect, there must be a monk from the Bodhi Monastery to talk about the Tao, from the light to the ordination of the Buddha, and the anger to the vajra directly to kill.

And this scripture talks about eighteen hells.

Zhang Queer's body suddenly felt weak, and said, "Buddhism, you and Jixi Buddhism..."

"Is there any buddhaland."

Su Jin shook his head and said: "Under the whole world, is it Wang Tu, even if it is eighteen hells."

"Here...Which **** is it?"

Zhang Que'er was dizzy and asked in a deep voice.

The remaining consciousness was blurring. He recalled the scriptures he had accidentally seen in his mind, and his heart slowly fell to the bottom.

The indomitable sword heart, the first time he missed his beloved, and the second time he broke the sword, two deep marks had already been cracked.

Now, the cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and the pervasive staleness is very good at finding opportunities.

"This is just the entrance."

Su Jin hung from a distance, and said: "If it weren't for your Li...coming a few days ago, the evil ghosts here now are thousands of times more numerous, and now the staleness is a lot lighter after all, otherwise you are afraid. He doesn't even have the ability to follow this.

However, even if it is him, I am afraid he would not dare to go to **** easily, right?

Eighteen layers of hell, each layer is boundless. For example, the first layer is a slanderous, slanderous villain, and the sentence is ten thousand years; the sixth layer is a copper pillar hell, and arsonists will be trapped on the copper pillar and burned. , The sentence is 30,000 years.

As for this wood..."

Su Jin's footsteps stopped.

Zhang Queer also subconsciously settled.

As if coming to the end of the river, three or two ghost fires can be seen in the distance, and the flowers on the road suddenly flourish, but there is no feeling of striving for beauty. Instead, they look like lifeless faces, watching them indifferently. Pedestrians crossing this road.

There are a lot of people on this road.

Ordinary people are probably not qualified to come here, most of them are wearing Confucian robes or guilt.

There are also many civil servants.

There are even faces that are familiar to Zhang Que, and they are all pale, with shackles, walking on tiptoes.

Many of them were overhauls that declared far-reaching, but they are all the same now, with empty eyes and desperately moving forward.

A monk he knew walked by, looking like a clay sculpture, without even looking at him.

At the end of the road is an abyss.

People standing on the edge of the cliff suddenly showed terrifying expressions on their faces, their eyes widened, and then they jumped down.

After that, it was like a rock smashed into the sea, and I couldn't even hear the echo.

There seemed to be an invisible deep mouth beneath the far-reaching, swallowing them all.

Zhang Que'er's eyes were faintly dark, getting more and more blurred, and he was able to run wild just now, and now he lacks the strength to raise his hand.

"Jianmu, such a treasure, can only be locked in one place."

The half-holy sacrifice lifted up the page and opened his mouth softly: "There is no room for hell, and there is no day of liberation. The Buddha said that he will live without room but not die, and longevity is the catastrophe of the hell.

Since Jianmu will not die, he will be placed in Hell...just right. "

"you......"

Zhang Queer felt hoarse in his throat and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Only faintly could see three human shadows, and a tree shadow was thrown into the abyss.

Although even the five senses had begun to disappear, he still felt a pain in his heart. This pain was even more painful than when he lost the white rainbow.

"You are the body of a heavenly immortal, and there is no heavenly calamity down here."

Half-Saint smiled, looking at Zhang Queer who was getting weaker and weaker, his face showed a taste of play: "Should I want to go down too, right? Hiss...I dare not..."

He thinks the human heart is the most interesting thing.

He even deliberately found a few pairs of mandarin ducks who died in love, and told them the Queen of Hell.

Let another person choose.

Go to **** together, or return the sun.

The result is self-evident.

Of course, after most of them died, they began to regret and understand the weight of life. This remorse caused them to fight in front of Su Jin, and some lied to their other half, and they secretly prayed to Su Jin to help him repay him. .

The voice just fell.

Su Jin, who had seen all kinds of things in life, suddenly froze.

The old figure exhausted his last strength and jumped.

The sound of the hula-la blew by, and his torn green shirt was hunting, and the last gleam of light chased his tail, but it quickly dissipated.

Zhang Queer's eyes were always staring at the three rapidly falling shadows.

Everything seems to be left behind by him.

.........

"Impossible...why? It's impossible...why don't you even hesitate?!

It must be.... It must be that I didn't make it clear about Infinite Hell.

Knowing the horror, no one dares to go down...no one dare..."

The half-holy priest started the treasure book above his head, shattering the layers of darkness, and wanted to drag the disappeared Zhang Queer back.

Unfortunately, UU reading www.uukanshu. com can't even go to the eighteenth **** because it is completely closed.

Su Jin's face was distorted, and blood leaked out of his mouth and nose.

"Amitabha Buddha... Lao Na advises you to put aside your obsessions, infinite hell, and never fall into infinite reincarnation. Even if you are the owner of the book of life and death, once you go down, there will be no chance to get out."

A Buddha's name came from behind.

Su Jin's expression stagnated.

Although he was still resentful on the face, he put away the book in an awkward manner.

Looking at the bottom of the bottom, he was silent for a long time, his nails pierced into his palm, and the blood dripping down his palm, corroding the white stones.

He, after all, dare not.

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click "Favorites" below to record this reading (the **** in front of Chapter 242), and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!

Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.) if you like "I turned out to be a peerless expert", thank you for your support! ()