"He is the Great Peng Spirit King."
In the heavenly prison, dozens of prison dragon pillars stood majestically. Taoist Hidden Soul was tied to one of the prison dragon pillars. Several dragon heads were facing his body, and green yin fire as thick as a thumb was sprayed from his mouth, which was burning continuously. touching his body.
These yin fires did not harm Taoist Zanghun's body at all, but they could constantly damage his soul and make him feel the most terrible pain in time. Even though the Taoist Hidden Soul has astonishing attainments in the soul secret art, he was still convulsed by the pain coming directly from the soul, and cold sweat continued to pour out.
Even though it hurt to the core, Taoist Hidden Soul still sneered and looked maliciously at the strand of soul tied to the other Dragon Prison Pillar.
The middle-aged man's body was shattered by Yin Xuege's blow, but his soul was captured alive and also trapped on the Dragon Prison Pillar. Like the Hidden Soul Taoist, the middle-aged man's soul was burned by the Yin Fire. It could be seen that his soul was constantly escaping into small light spots and constantly blending into the air.
These light points are his soul particles. Every time a light point flows out, his soul becomes weaker. When all the light points are scattered, his soul will be gone.
"Dapeng Spirit King." Yin Xuuge walked up to Taoist Hidden Soul Taoist and sneered: "It is said that he has fallen long ago."
Hidden Soul Taoist smiled slightly and shook his head gently: "I'm just telling you his identity. As for the rest, I won't say it, can't say it, and don't want to say it. I'm just telling you that if you provoke Dapeng Ling King, you have caused a lot of trouble."
'Haha' he laughed a few times. Taoist Hidden Soul squinted and said with a smile: "He possesses the most precious Liangyi Pearl. After joining the Heavenly Soul Holy Alliance, many of us have been peeping at this treasure for many years, but no one dared to take a look at it. He took action, do you know why?"
Before Yin Xuege could speak, Taoist Hidden Soul said to himself: "There is a strong backer behind him, and even we are not willing to mess with it. That existence only wants to be carefree and does not want to get involved with us. Things... But this time, you destroyed the body of Dapeng Spirit King, and he will definitely not ignore it."
The soul of the Dapeng Spirit King also regained some strength. Although it was burned by the Yin Fire, he still mustered up some energy and roared at Yin Xuege: "Ignorant child, how dare you..."
The five treasure flags fluttered together, covering the spirit of Dapeng Spirit King. With just a slight swing, his soul was shattered. A bit of true spirit escaped. Youquan harnessed the River Styx to wrap around this bit of true spirit and wash it away, washing away all his memories. Then Yin Xuege included his true spirit into the reincarnation trajectory of the Hongmeng world.
Taoist Hidden Soul looked at Yin Xuege dumbfounded, his tongue was stiff and he could not speak.
"I just want you to know what I don't dare to do?" Yin Xuege stared at the pale-faced Hidden Soul Taoist and said calmly: "Tianhun Holy Alliance? Isn't that great? I'm waiting for you here, I would like to see what means you have and how many messy cards you have."
Lightning flashed on the Dragon Prison Pillar, and apart from Taoist Hidden Soul, the bodies of the four companions behind him were simultaneously refined by the lightning. Along with the screams, the souls of the four Taoists who had been tortured for decades and were still unwilling to reveal any information were extracted.
The indestructible golden pagoda rises slowly, and the sound of Sanskrit singing as heavy as thunder can be heard from all directions. The magical powers of Buddhism are the most powerful against various ghost souls. Four powerful souls that could always maintain their core memories despite being washed away by the Styx were crushed heavily by the Indestructible Golden Tower and were immediately crushed into pieces.
Before their souls collapsed, the four of them turned all their memories into a wisp of fire and burned them cleanly. Their remaining souls were crushed, but they were clean and smooth inside, leaving no trace of life at all.
The Hidden Soul Taoist roared at the top of his lungs. He struggled forward and stretched out his hands to grab Yin Xuuge. However, dozens of thick metal chains on the Prison Dragon Pillar contracted, strangling his body tightly to the pillar, making his bones rattle and not allowing him to move at all.
"Asshole, executioner! You killed them, you killed them?" Taoist Zanghun had tears welling up in his eyes and his body was shaking violently.
"Executioners? You supported the rise of the Holy Sect, and how many lives were killed in the world of Yuanlu? You helped the Holy Sect open up the void spiritual world, and how many innocent souls were killed in the flames of war? You allowed the Tianyan Demon Palace to rise, and conquered hundreds of millions of people in the Holy Spirit Realm. How many crimes have Wan Zongmen committed?" Yin Xuuge shouted coldly: "You actually have the nerve to call me an executioner? How many people have I killed?"
Hidden Soul Taoist was stunned, and then roared loudly: "You are just an ant, you will die if you die, how can you compare with my fellow Taoist?"
Yin Xuege couldn't help but laugh loudly after listening to Taoist Zanghun's words: "Just ants? To me, you are no different from ants!"
After a slap on the body of the Taoist Hidden Soul, Yin Xuege shouted: "Intensify the punishment. Don't be afraid of destroying his soul. Just kill him. If he is unwilling to confess, let him die." .”
Hidden Soul Taoist's body trembled slightly, feeling the strong murderous intention in Yin Xuege's body, he knew that this time he was serious.
Leaving Hidden Soul Taoist behind, Yin Xuege walked to another prison dragon pillar. Qing Miao Lingjun, who had just been accused by the Yellow Turban Warriors, and hundreds of people from the Falian Sect who had joined the Heavenly Court, were all imprisoned on this huge Dragon Prison Pillar.
"Perhaps, you can tell me something valuable." Yin Xuege slapped Lord Qingmiao Ling's face, and a thunderbolt fell from the Prison Dragon Pillar, hitting Lord Qingmiao Ling's head heavily. He was beaten to a pulp and screamed miserably.
Outside the Tianting Mountain Gate, thousands of Tianmen carved with dragons and phoenixes are lined up one after another, forming a solemn Tianmen Corridor. Under each heavenly gate, there are dozens of guardian heavenly kings commanding hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers to guard it. All the heavenly gates are hundreds of miles wide and are surrounded by auspicious clouds and fairy light.
After the soul of the Dapeng Spirit King was destroyed and a little bit of the true spirit was forced into reincarnation, in just a short cup of tea, a little red light suddenly burst out in the void outside the gate of the heaven. Boundless flames rose into the sky, burning a huge portal in mid-air.
A hazy figure wrapped in fire slowly walked out of the door, looking at the heavenly gate with cold eyes. The guarding heavenly king of the first heavenly gate came forward to greet him, clasped his fists and shouted loudly at the figure: "May I ask, senior He Fang, who is here to give me some advice?"
The air was filled with a grand and majestic aura, and ancient and prehistoric rhythms continued to spread from this figure. This aura was so grand that it put great pressure on the many heavenly kings, heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the heavenly gate, so the sound of horns was heard one after another, and hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals in front and behind the heavenly gate had already set up their attack formations.
"Where is Dapeng'er?" The figure said calmly: "Hand over Dapeng Spirit King, I will turn around and leave. If anything happens to him, don't blame me for burning your so-called heaven to ashes! What kind of punishment on behalf of heaven? It’s just ridiculous.”
"How dare you insult my heavenly power?" The guarding king roared angrily, raised his spear and stabbed the figure carefully.
"I don't know what it means." The figure easily grabbed the spear thrust out by the King of Heaven. In a flash of fire, the spear, which was two feet and four feet long and as thick as the mouth of a sea bowl, with the quality of a top-grade golden immortal weapon, suddenly turned red all over, and then 'chi The sound turned into a wisp of smoke and dispersed.
"King of Punishment, stand down!" A roar came from behind, and dozens of warriors wearing heavy armor, with their scalps shaved off, who were obviously Buddhists and serving in heaven, strode out. In the middle of these generals is a Buddhist Ming King who is four feet six feet tall, has three heads and eight arms, and is also wearing heavy armor.
"Huh?" The figure looked at the Ming King in surprise. Although the Ming King's aura was only at the level of a Taoist in the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm, his aura was extremely terrifying, giving people a sense of despair and terror that could destroy the world at any time. In particular, his three faces are green and fanged, looking extremely terrifying.
"It's interesting. Are you from the Buddhist lineage? But it seems a little different from the Buddhism I know." The figure sighed in surprise.
"One tree produces one tree, and one tree produces ten thousand leaves, all of which are different from each other." The Ming King of Buddhism, who serves in the Heavenly Court and is the rotating divine king of the Heavenly Court and Heavenly Gate, roared angrily: "The same Buddhist scriptures are shared by hundreds of millions of monks. There are billions of interpretations, there are billions of understandings in your heart, and the Buddhist techniques are profound and vast. How can you understand the profound meaning of my Buddhism with all the Buddhism you know?"
The figure nodded and praised: "It makes sense, but I was wrong. But it seems that you are not a Buddhist from the Holy Spirit Realm!"
With a loud laugh, five flames shot up into the sky behind the figure, turning into a sea of five-colored flames and covering the head of the Ming King.
"Evil heretics!" King Ming muttered in a low voice, holding six vajra pestles tightly with his six arms, and without any fear, he blasted towards the sea of fire falling above his head. Countless Buddha light emitted from his head, illuminating the surrounding space for thousands of miles. Wherever the Buddha light passed, the sea of fire collided. Wherever the Buddha light and the fire light came into contact, there was a constant sound of "chichi". Wisps of Buddha light were melted by the fire and turned into colorful smoke. spread.
Immediately afterwards, six Vajra pestles came crashing down, and the sea of fire bulged upwards from a hill a hundred miles high. The sea of fire was about to be shattered by the Vajra pestles.
"It's really awesome." The figure praised, "It's a pity that you are still no match for me."
With a flicker of his body, the figure suddenly turned into a line of fire as thick as the mouth of a bowl, instantly piercing King Ming's chest with a terrifying speed that all the heavenly soldiers and generals present could not sense.
A hole as thick as a human head was burned through the Taoist-level armor, and King Ming's Buddhist golden body was also pierced. The fire burned rapidly on the wound, burning his body clean in the blink of an eye. King Ming roared, the top of his head exploded, and eighteen fist-sized red relics flew into the sky.
The sea of fire swept across a million miles in radius, hundreds of heavenly gates were shrouded in flames, and hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals struggled and roared in the sea of fire. In the blink of an eye, most of the heavenly soldiers and generals were burned and their immortal bodies were burned. Only a wisp of their immortal souls fled in embarrassment.
(End of chapter)