Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

He quickly mobilized his powerful soul power and instantly condensed it into a huge golden fist in front of him.

This fist shines brightly, and every ray of light is like a sharp sword, seemingly able to cut off all the evil in the world.

The golden fist came forward with overwhelming force.

The two collided violently in the King of Hell's mind, and at that moment, it seemed that the entire underworld was trembling.

The huge impact force spread out in all directions like the Big Bang.

The King of Hell's soul and sea of ​​consciousness were violently affected, just like a giant meteorite thrown into a calm lake, causing huge waves.

The King of Hell had an expression of extreme pain and was sweating profusely. He felt as if his head was being hit hard by an eternal mountain and his soul was about to be shattered.

The two attacks were deadlocked in the air, the soul forces confronted each other, and the energy fluctuations generated were like surging waves, impacting everything around them wave after wave.

However, Ye Chen's soul power is even more powerful.

After a short stalemate, Yama's Soul Sword could no longer withstand the tremendous pressure, and cracks began to appear on the sword.

Then, it broke and shattered like broken glass.

However, the power of Ye Chen's golden fist did not decrease at all and continued to bombard the King of Hell.

The King of Hell was horrified. He never expected the other party's soul power to be so terrifying.

At this critical moment, he immediately mobilized all his soul power and built one defensive barrier after another in front of him.

These barriers are stacked layer upon layer, and each layer is composed of rich yin energy and soul power, like an indestructible fortress.

However, all this was in vain in front of the golden fist.

The golden fist was like a falling star, crashing into the defensive barrier with unstoppable force.

In an instant, the defensive barrier was easily broken through like a fragile piece of paper.

The golden fist hit the soul incarnation of the King of Hell hard.

The King of Hell flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

His body drew a long arc above the sea of ​​soul consciousness, and then fell heavily.

With this fall, it seemed as if the entire underworld was shaking.

In the outside world, the King of Hell's real body was also greatly impacted.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which burned in the air like black flames.

His facial features were distorted, his eyes were filled with pain and fear, and he screamed loudly.

The sound was like a roar from hell, echoing in every corner of the underworld, making people shudder.

One can imagine how terrible the pain of soul-tearing is, as if countless red-hot steel knives were stirring deep within the soul.

Ye Chen quickly formed seals with his hands. His movements were like flowing clouds and water, and one after another mysterious seals came out from his hands.

These seals merged with each other in the air, forming a huge circular magic disk.

On the magic disk, runes flickered and shone brightly, and each ray of light contained mysterious power.

As Ye Chen waved his hand, the magic disk slowly floated towards the soul sea of ​​the King of Hell.

When the magic disk came into contact with the soul and consciousness of the King of Hell, it instantly released a strong light like a sun explosion.

The light flashed and then the magic disk disappeared without a trace. It had been perfectly integrated into the King of Hell's sea of ​​consciousness.

After doing all this, Ye Chen's soul power quickly withdrew from the King of Hell's sea of ​​consciousness.

He flashed back to the real world.

At the same time, he waved his hand, and the force of space that imprisoned the King of Hell also dissipated.

At this moment, blood was flowing from the corner of the King of Hell's mouth. The blood kept dripping along his chin, splashing black blood flowers on the ground.

His eyes were blood red, like two burning charcoals, staring at Ye Chen intently, his eyes full of disbelief.

He, the King of Hell, who controls the power of life and death and has ruled the underworld for countless years, never thought that one day he would be marked by the soul by this seemingly young boy in front of him.

He felt that his dignity was being ruthlessly trampled upon, and his heart was filled with anger and resentment.

His heart was like a raging ocean, with countless questions churning in it.

Who is this Ye Chen? Where does he come from? Why does he have such a strong soul power? What is his purpose?

Is it just for information about the underworld? Or is there a deeper conspiracy?

The King of Hell felt that he was trapped in a huge whirlpool. Everything around him became out of control, and his life and death now depended on Ye Chen's thoughts.

This feeling of powerlessness and fear of the unknown made his soul tremble.

Ye Chen ignored everyone else. His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight at the King of Hell, as if he wanted to see through him.

The air around them seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the little kids who were originally noisy were now silent, not daring to make a sound.

"King of Hell, don't be afraid. I have no ill intentions. Please tell me the layout of the underworld and all the structures here."

Ye Chen's voice was low and magnetic, echoing in this gloomy hall, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the King of Hell's heart.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down the King of Hell's forehead. He was well aware of his current situation.

One's life is like a dewdrop hanging on one's hair, which may disappear at any time.

The mysterious Ye Chen in front of him has unfathomable strength. As long as the other party has a thought, he will die.

With no other options, the King of Hell could only obey.

The King of Hell slowly raised his hands, and his slender fingers began to make seals quickly.

He closed his eyes tightly and frowned, as if he was in great pain.

As the seal was pinched, huge waves were set off in his sea of ​​consciousness, and countless fragments of memory began to surge and reorganize.

These memories carry thousands of years of history and secrets of the underworld, and every picture is extremely precious.

After a moment, a ball of light emitting a dark glow slowly emerged in front of the King of Hell.

This ball of light is like a black hole in the universe, extremely deep and seems to swallow up everything around it.

It exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, which is the charm that has been accumulated over the years.

The light ball was surrounded by wisps of black smoke, which twisted as if they had life, flashing blue electric sparks from time to time.

The ball of light trembled slightly, and then flew directly towards Ye Chen like an arrow.

Ye Chen remained calm. He raised his right hand slightly, and a soft white light lit up in his palm.

As the ball of light approached, it slowly merged into the ball of white light.

Ye Chen then released his spiritual consciousness, which was like countless invisible threads that quickly penetrated into the memories within the light ball.

Soon after, a look of shock appeared on Ye Chen's face.

The underworld he saw was far beyond his imagination. It was a world so huge that it was suffocating.

Ye Chen originally thought that the King of Hell was the greatest ruler of the entire underworld. Only now did he realize how naive he was.

It turns out that the Hall of Yama that people talk about is not just a simple palace, but is composed of ten magnificent halls.

The ten halls are distributed here in an orderly manner, and each hall has a unique style and function.

Ye Chen is in the Fifth Palace, and the King of Hell in front of him is the ruler of the Fifth Palace - King Yama.

The architectural style of the Fifth Hall is solemn and dignified. The gate of the hall is a hundred feet high and is made of a mysterious mineral that is as black as ink but extremely hard.

The door was engraved with various ancient runes, which flashed a dark red light, as if telling the stories of countless dead souls.

On both sides of the temple gate stand two huge stone statues, carved with ferocious evil spirits. They are lifelike with bared fangs and claws, as if they will come alive and pounce on the enemy at any time.