Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

At this moment, Gu Changqing was looking at the daunting Eighteen Levels of Hell, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

“Hehe…if we can refine it and integrate it into one.”

"When we fight in the future, it will be a terrifying magical skill."

"If you use the Great Samsara Technique to bless me, tsk tsk..."

Not bad!

Gu Changqing said that he came for the so-called red spider lily.

But in fact, he came here to practice the Great Samsara Technique.

The so-called Great Samsara Technique is also one of the Three Thousand Great Ways.

Once it is mastered, one can grab the souls of others and put them into the great reincarnation technique.

The soul of the person being treated will be tortured for thousands of reincarnations, unable to live or die.

In the end, it ended up disappearing forever without a trace.

However, we must remember that this is in the primitive world.

Therefore, Gu Changqing was somewhat dissatisfied with its original power.

If only I could use all the tortures of the eighteen levels of hell for my own benefit.

Then, it is no longer the soul that is being targeted.

Even the physical body will experience unspeakable terror and excruciating pain.

Thinking of this, Gu Changqing took a big gulp of wine.

Then, he attacked without hesitation.

He was seen to be drunk and staggering, but he was making mysterious hand seals with his hands.

In an instant, rays of divine light intertwined and emerged, gradually falling into the eighteen levels of hell.

Rumble!

For a moment, the eighteen levels of hell were in chaos, and the heavenly sound was deafening.

And the souls in it felt the unparalleled terror.

The screams became more and more shrill, sinister and violent, making the listeners' scalps numb!

The void trembles and all things sink!

The eighteen levels of hell were crumbling, as if they were about to collapse completely.

Seeing this scene, the eleven ancient witches including Dijiang, as well as Fengdu Emperor and others, all changed their expressions in horror.

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, stop immediately!"

"Once the Eighteen Layers of Hell collapse, the underworld will also be greatly affected and will not be at peace."

"Oh my god, what is Fellow Daoist Changqing planning to do? Is he planning to destroy the entire underworld?!"

"It's too horrible. Once the souls in the eighteen levels of hell are released, it will surely cause chaos in heaven and earth."

Cries of surprise rang out one after another, containing undisguised fear.

Only Hou Tu's expression remained calm at this time, without any change.

She even waved her hand slightly, signaling Dijiang, Fengdu Emperor and others to be quiet.

“No need to worry!”

"Fellow Daoist Changqing knows how to act with discretion!"

She comforted everyone in this way.

This is a kind of trust without any reason, and it is also a cognition that has long been formed after witnessing Gu Changqing's methods countless times.

After hearing Hou Tu's words, Di Jiang and others were surprised and looked at each other, but they didn't say anything more.

All of a sudden, the huge underworld fell into an eerie silence.

Various eyes were watching Gu Changqing's actions with different expressions.

Even Hou Tu showed curiosity and wanted to know what Gu Changqing was trying to do.

Let’s talk about Gu Changqing!

He waved his hand, and the wine gourd hung upside down above his head.

Gu Changqing raised his head and continued to drink the wine, "gulp...gulp..." without stopping for a moment.

As he drank more wine, the mysterious seals in his hands became more and more mysterious and indescribable, and they became one.

Di Jiang and others still didn't understand, but only Hou Tu vaguely sensed something.

She clearly realized that as Gu Changqing took action, an indescribable imprint of the original law seemed to be born in each of the eighteen levels of hell, and was injected into Gu Changqing's palm in the dark.

What followed was that Gu Changqing's palm glowed, outlining a series of divine patterns with inexplicable, obscure and profound meanings.

"Tongue-pulling mark!"

"Scissor mark!"

"Iron Tree Seal!"

"..."

If you listen carefully, you can hear Gu Changqing mumbling these words.

And with every imperceptible shout from him, a majestic and captivating divine mark would appear in the palm of his hand.

Without him!

That is the symbol of the eighteen levels of hell!

The tongue-pulling mark is condensed from the original mark of the first level of the tongue-pulling hell.

The scissors mark is the second level of scissors hell!

Iron Tree Hell is the third level!

......

Gu Changqing's movements were smooth and perfect.

Even compared to Hou Tu, the lord of the underworld, she is not much inferior.

This made Hou Tu's beautiful eyes sparkle with a strange light.

How many mysterious and powerful methods does this Drunken Sword Immortal have that are unknown to the public? !

In fact, that was the result of the power of the Great Samsara Technique.

In the Zhentian Coffin in the past, Gu Changqing also realized some of the laws of reincarnation.

At this time, using it as a guide, he condensed the origin of the eighteen levels of hell and turned it into a brand. He could do it naturally and effortlessly without any sense of stagnation.

I don’t know how long it’s been!

Just when Di Jiang and others felt the horror in the dark becoming even greater, their scalps almost exploded and their hair stood on end.

Finally, the seal in Gu Changqing's hand suddenly paused.

Then, the aura in the air dissipated and disappeared into nothingness.

The underworld, which had been causing a great stir, fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

But what followed was an even more horrifying scene!

The souls that were originally scattered throughout the underworld were now running away madly as if they had gone mad!

In just a short moment, the area around Gu Changqing became empty, without any trace of soul.

This scene once again made everyone stunned!

You must know that when living beings in the world die and their souls enter the underworld, they often develop strong hostility and resentment that is difficult to resolve, and thus become bloodthirsty, vicious, and terrifying.

The scene of regaining consciousness and fleeing for one's life like today has never happened before.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Gu Changqing in surprise.

However, in his palm, the laws and order were changing, giving rise to all kinds of mysterious phenomena.

Looking closely, it was exactly the torture scene in the eighteen levels of hell.

However, I don’t know how many times its power has increased.

Just one glance made the expression of the old man of the Styx change drastically.

There is a feeling that makes people feel extremely nervous and terrified!

"This...what a terrifying aura!"

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, what kind of method is this?!"

The ancestor of the Styx exclaimed subconsciously and asked.

Even though he was a sub-saint, he had no doubt that if Gu Changqing's palm landed on him, he would die, without a doubt.

Hearing the question from the old man of the Styx, Gu Changqing took another big gulp of wine.

Then, with a strong sense of drunkenness, he glanced at Minghe, Dijiang and others with a smile.

"Hehe... This is the ultimate state of the Great Samsara Technique!"

"It's called... Palm Hell!"

Hell in the palm of your hand!

When these four words came out, Di Jiang and others were stunned again, filled with shock and regret!