Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan walked slowly into the huge palace.

One by one, dim lights slowly lit up. Not only that, on both sides of the palace, there were two blood rivers flowing slowly.

These two blood rivers have no beginning or end, just like a huge reincarnation, no one knows when they started, and no one knows where they flow to.

In front of them, there are rows of vast ghost soldiers, and the ghost soldiers are without armor.

Before the ten soldiers, there should be a general wearing armor.

Above the ten generals, there are two generals, standing under the high stairs.

The two towering ghost generals bowed their heads and headed towards the huge throne above.

The throne was dim, and in front of it were rows of jade slips piled up like a mountain.

"Who is coming?"

Qin Xuan walked into the palace and saw a man wearing a crown and a black and gold dragon python robe on the throne. He was reading a scroll tirelessly, and occasionally waving his fingers to sketch something on the scroll and jade slip.

Qin Xuan's eyes moved slightly when he saw this person.

This is actually a living creature!

Is it an illusion?

Qin Xuan exuded perception, and at this moment, the existence wearing a crown had raised his eyes.

"Is this the emperor calling you? Do you dare not respond?"

"You are so brave. You entered the disrespectful altar first. When will you repent and come back!"

He glanced at Qin Xuan lightly, and Qin Xuan realized that the eyes of the existence in front of him were a pair of huge whirlpools.

Under the insight, Qin Xuan seemed to be trapped in an extremely terrifying whirlpool.

Qin Xuan frowned. He wanted to use the power of origin but found that the power of origin had disappeared.

He was more like a mortal, twisted in this vortex, and finally fell on a huge Yin altar.

He fell heavily to the ground. Before Qin Xuan could react, a spear full of barbs pierced his chest directly.

Puff!

Pain came, Qin Xuan looked down at the pierced spear.

"The crime of disrespect should be pierced by the internal organs."

Qin Xuan turned around and saw a ghost soldier who seemed to be in the palace pulling the spear at a very slow speed.

Severe pain came, but Qin Xuan grabbed the spear directly with one hand.

"It's just the pain of cutting hair, is it considered a punishment according to the crime?"

"Not enough, give me some real punishment, I want to see what kind of punishment can really move me."

Qin Xuan's words sounded, and the ghost soldier seemed to be stunned.

It seemed that it had never seen such a creature before. It dared to be so arrogant in the face of the punishment of hooking the internal organs and piercing the organs.

"How dare you!"

The ghost soldier said, and it shook its spear directly, strangled Qin Xuan's palm, and then carried out the poisonous punishment.

After this punishment, Qin Xuan's consciousness returned directly to his body.

"Now, why don't you report your name quickly!"

The existence wearing the crown spoke again, but saw that the human race with a black gold mask and a green robe took a step forward.

One step, the soldiers looked back, but Qin Xuan seemed to see nothing.

"Pretending to be a ghost, was that considered a punishment before?"

"It's not as good as itching!"

"I want to see if you have a criminal law that can make me bow my head."

Such arrogant words, the existence wearing the crown was stunned.

It seemed that he had also seen such an arrogant existence for the first time, but then he laughed out loud in anger, "Okay, okay, I will let you experience the punishment of hell!"

As he said this, his pupils trembled, and the next moment, Qin Xuan walked through hell again.

He seemed to fall into the eighteen levels of hell, and saw countless creatures wailing in this hell, suffering from torture. He quickly entered one of the worlds and experienced extremely painful torture.

Before the torture ended, Qin Xuan fell into the second world again.

There are eighty-one levels of hell, and each hell corresponds to a torture.

Twenty-seven kinds are aimed at the body, such as burning, acupuncture, cutting meat, frying, lightning, etc.

Twenty-seven kinds are aimed at illusions, separation, killing, loneliness, old age, disease, etc.

Twenty-seven kinds are aimed at the soul, tearing the soul apart, losing perception, like a walking corpse.

In the eighty-one levels of hell, Qin Xuan never rested for a moment and wandered in this hell for a thousand years.

Yes, it was a thousand years of continuous punishment.

When the thousand-year punishment ended, Qin Xuan returned to the hall again.

The existence with eyes like a whirlpool sneered, "Why don't you report it quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Xuan stretched lazily.

"It's not even a matter of loosening up your muscles and bones, what kind of punishment is there? Move as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, I'll waste my time here!"

"If there is no punishment that can make me bow my head, just come down honestly. It's just right, I want to talk to you!"

Qin Xuan's light words made that existence completely stagnant. He stood up suddenly and looked at Qin Xuan."You, you dare to be so arrogant!?"

He was extremely angry. The pain that lasted for thousands of years should not be bearable even for a being with a strong will.

What's wrong with this human race? He actually dared to speak so arrogantly in front of him.

Does he really think he can't do anything to this little human race! ?

He was furious, but in Qin Xuan's eyes, he looked more like a clown.

"What do you mean by arrogant? It's just that your criminal laws are too simple." Qin Xuan said lightly: "If I was afraid and couldn't bear it, I would have bowed my head long ago."

"It's obvious that your eighty-one hells are a failure."

His words made the creature tremble even more.

"Shut up, damn you, what do you know!?"

"Failure, I am the master here, supreme, judging everything, how dare you say I failed!?"

"I am the Northern Yin Emperor, the entire Netherworld must respect me, how dare you say I failed!?"

"Damn it, damn it, I am so angry!"

The self-proclaimed Northern Yin Emperor was furious, he kicked over the table and flipped all the jade slips.

Sitting on the high platform, he vented his anger wantonly.

The soldiers, generals, and commanders below were just puppets, kneeling there, motionless.

Qin Xuan did not disturb him, he just looked at the self-proclaimed Northern Yin Emperor and vented.

Until the Northern Yin Emperor regained his calm.

Its vortex eyes stared at Qin Xuan, and Qin Xuan finally spoke, "Is there really no punishment here that makes me feel a little bit?"

One sentence almost broke the Northern Yin Emperor's heart.

He took a step forward and rushed directly in front of Qin Xuan, grabbing Qin Xuan's collar.

"Damn human race, do you really think that this emperor can't do anything to you!?"

Qin Xuan looked down at the dry palm and said lightly: "What if it is not!?"

"Ah!"

Qin Xuan saw that the Beiyin Emperor had gone crazy again, jumping up and down in the palace, as if he was so angry that his soul was scattered.

But Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, "It's just telling the truth. Yes, this little punishment, how can it do anything to me!"

The Beiyin Emperor stopped, he bent his waist, and looked at Qin Xuan with an exhausted look.

"You win!"

He seemed like a complete loser. A vortex appeared in the center of the palace, which seemed to be a passage to leave here.

Qin Xuan heard this, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he spit out two words.

"That's it?"

The Emperor of Beiyin's body stiffened again. He turned his head suddenly, his face was ferocious, and he let out a deafening roar.

"Get lost!"