"ah!!"
The screams still haven't stopped, and Bullock has been killing these two people for more than an hour. Either way, it was something they had never heard of or seen before.
They were all moved from the world of death to specifically deal with the punishment of evil people and demons in the world, and to carry out the most brutal revenge on Jonathan and Adolf.
"The time is almost up. Even if you use magic again, your souls can't be forcibly repaired. They will be scattered to pieces!"
Bullock said coldly, and then used a powerful magic. He only gently recited an ancient and complicated spell, and the whole battlefield became violent.
"Boom!"
Immediately afterwards, a thunder struck, bringing with it an even more powerful thunderstorm. A strange thundercloud descended on the battlefield, and the aura contained in it was extremely terrifying.
As soon as Shi appeared in this space, the ground collapsed, all kinds of dilapidated buildings were reduced to ashes, and there were all kinds of rays of light shining in the thunder clouds.
They are all filled with thunder and lightning of different attributes, and their power is so powerful that it is despairing. It can be said that a random thunder strike is enough to kill any powerful person on earth.
"No, no, don't kill me!!"
Jonathan and Adolf no longer looked human at all, their bodies were embedded with various dark purple weapons, and their faces were almost only bones.
That kind of powerful thunder, just showing some aura, scared them out of their wits. If it weren't for Brock's magic maintenance, the two of them would have been frightened to death.
"I cannot directly interfere with the life and death of any living being on earth. You will not die in my hands." Bullock said slowly.
"Ah, really?" Jonathan trembled.
Even if he had Longinus and gave him immortality, today he finally tasted what it means to live worse than death. Tormented by Death, he wanted to throw away the Holy Spear more than once.
But the other party cast a spell to make the holy spear stick to his body. Not only did he feel the strongest pain in the world, his soul was also constantly suppressed by the God of Death, and his body never stopped shaking.
"I heard that the God of Death has great restrictions when he stays here, especially when he kills all creatures in this plane. He can take away souls, but he cannot kill people and steal souls."
"Even if his apostles want to kill someone, they must abide by a rule. If they are not destined to die, they cannot kill them."
Adolf gasped for breath. He suddenly remembered this and had some idea in his heart. Maybe he really wouldn't die today.
"Pah, pah, pah"
Bullock smiled and clapped his hands, and then said: "You really know me well, not bad at all."
After he finished speaking, both of their eyes shone with light. Vaguely, they could already see the scene of themselves escaping from this hell.
But at this moment, Bullock sneered again and said: "So, I decided to hand you over to another person to kill you! Enjoy your last life, Jie Jie Jie."
"What?!"
Adolf and Jonathan almost couldn't help crying when they heard this. Looking at the smile of the God of Death in front of them, the hair on their bodies stood up again.
And Bullock returned to his original size, touched his head and said: "Oh, I hate doing this kind of thing the most, and there is nothing I can do if I don't do it. Who told me that I like to have a beginning and an end?"
Then he looked at the sky again and yelled: "Be gentle this time, the pain is too much and I can't stand it!"
"Boom!"
Before he could finish his words, a dragon-like golden thunder struck from the sky. But Bullock opened his mouth and swallowed Tianlei, and then protected Huajiang Qianying and Wang Bugui with magic.
"If you swallow this, you will suffer from indigestion and a miserable life."
Brock complained secretly, but the next moment he was faced with thunder from the sky. Countless thunder exploded in the sky, and each explosion brought an extremely powerful aura.
This kind of breath does not belong to this plane, and can even tear this space apart easily. If an Eastern cultivator saw this kind of disaster, they would definitely scream "immortal disaster!"
Bullock was doing something against nature, which aroused the dissatisfaction of Dao Dao and wanted to be severely punished. And everything he did was just for Wang Bugui.
In another world full of flowers from the other side, Wang Bugui lay quietly among the flowers. Suddenly, an invisible force was injected into his body, causing him to wake up.
"Well!"
Wang Bugui groaned, and then slowly opened his eyes. When his vision became clear, he saw only a dark night sky.
"here it is"
After he sat up, he looked around and saw only endless Higanbana flowers, and nothing else existed. This blood-red flower is the only scenery here.
"What's wrong with me?"
Wang Bugui frowned and muttered to himself. He looked at his hands and touched his body. It was extremely real.
"Could it be that the soul after death can be the same as the physical body?"
He carefully examined his body and found that the wounds on his body that had destroyed his cultivation were still there. He tried to use Taoism again, but as expected, he couldn't use any magic at all.
The only thing that still exists is the physical strength, and the various extreme powers brought by Baji still exist.
"What exactly is this place?"
Wang Bugui muttered to himself, and then ran at full speed in the sea of flowers on the other side. On the way, he jumped suddenly and observed the terrain from a height of several hundred meters.
But all that came into view was blood-red, and it seemed as if the place was filled with flowers of the other side.
"call!"
He landed on the ground with the Nine Nether Steps technique, stirring up a large number of petals, and then focused on a direction and continued to rush forward. Every 10,000 meters he jumped up and looked for a way out.
Finally, after a while of burning incense, he ran to the border of this sea of flowers. There is a river here, the water in it is blood-yellow, and there is a sea of Manzhushahuahai on the other side.
Wang Bugui immediately thought of a word, Huangquan!
"I'm still dead after all. If this is Huangquan, this river should be Wangchuan River, then I'll walk along the other side of the river along the flowers. This road should be Huangquan Road."
"At the end of Huangquan Road, it ends by the Wangchuan River. There is Naihe Bridge on the river. At the end of Naihe Bridge, there is Wangxiang Terrace. At Wangxiang Terrace, there is Meng Po, guarding the road of reincarnation alone. Haha."
"Wangchuan River, Wangqing Water. Drink a bowl of Wangqing Water alone, and enter the reincarnation road again alone? God of Death, didn't you take away my soul?"
When Wang Bugui saw this sea of flowers, he couldn't help but ask himself. Then he shook his head and walked forward. Since you are going to hell, you can only end this life.
"I don't know where the Sansheng Stone is. I want to carve her name. I hope I won't forget it in the next life and meet her again."
Along the way he looked around, trying to find the legendary stone.
According to legend, there is a Sansheng Stone next to the Wangchuan River. The words on the stone are as bright as blood, and there are four words engraved on it: Get to the other side early.
People can carve on the stone the names of the people you love most in this life and the people you want to wait for in the next life. Maybe in the next life, I can really wait for that similar flower.
It's just that although the flowers are similar, this flower is not the other flower, and the soul is no longer the soul of that time. The love from the past life has long been forgotten, and meeting each other again is just a chance encounter, and staying together is even more difficult to find.
But Wang Bugui also wants to seize this slim opportunity, even if he just passes by Huajiang Qianying in the next life, he is willing.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally came to the end of the Wangchuan River. There was a big stone here, which must be the Sansheng Stone. There was a figure beside the Naihe Bridge not far away.
Wang Bugui carved the words "Huajiang Qianying" on the Sansheng Stone, and then gently rubbed it with his hands. It seemed that when he saw this name, he could think of the beautiful woman with whom he had a soul.
He put his forehead on that name again and said resolutely: "I will find you again in the next life!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the figure under the bridge, but what he saw next made him slowly open his eyes.
"Are you Po Meng?"
Wang Bugui was extremely surprised. He did not expect that Po Meng, whom the world knew, was actually a beauty that was difficult to find throughout the ages. Her appearance does not look like that of a human being, although she is wearing a black robe.
But it couldn't hide her charming figure, and those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. With a slightly sad face, she looked at the person in front of her quietly.
"Another young man has come, or is he a monk? It turns out that you are also a miserable person."
Po Meng shook her head and sighed, then waved her hand, and a bowl of yellow soup appeared in her hand. Then he said: "Come on, drink this bowl of soup, and you can forget the love, hatred and hatred in your life."
"The ups and downs of this life will be completely forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup. The people you care about in this life, the people you hate in this life, will be strangers in the next life."
Wang Bugui looked at the bowl of Meng Po soup quietly. This is the real love-forgetting water. Once you drink it, you will forget everything. No joy, no sorrow, no love, no hate, just turn around and enter reincarnation again.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to drink?" Po Meng asked softly.
"Can I really stop drinking?" Wang Bugui raised his head and asked.
"Yes, but you must throw yourself into the Wangchuan River and suffer for thousands of years before you can be reincarnated. If the person you love has strong cultivation, maybe you can find her again."
Po Meng pointed to the blood-yellow river and slowly told her the condition of not forgetting her love.
Wang Bugui nodded and said: "Then I am willing to wait here for a thousand years for her. Flowers bloom for thousands of years and fall for thousands of years. When the flowers fall, I can embark on the road to find her again."
"You have to think clearly, this Wangchuan River is full of lonely ghosts who have committed great evils and cannot be reincarnated. The evil spirit inside is not trivial."
"There used to be many infatuated people who refused to forget their love, but in the end they were killed by this river. There are very few people who have persisted for hundreds of years. Are you sure you want to join?"
Po Meng told him how difficult it was, and at the same time brought the soup to him.
Wang Bugui slowly shook his head and said: "I have made up my mind. Wang Bugui without Huajiang Qianying is not Wang Bugui. It doesn't matter if he has spent a thousand years of soul-burning, as long as it is for her, it is worth it!"
After saying this, he walked to the Wangchuan River and was about to jump down.
"etc!!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice made him stop. Wang Bugui's feet were only half a step away from stepping into the river.
But this voice made him take back that half step and turn around to look in the direction from which the voice came.