Gu Qingshan stood in hell.
Holding the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff in his hand, he murmured softly: "The barrier collapsed."
"The secret method of the scepter: the barrier is broken, and the ghost king holding the scepter will be able to automatically master this secret method, open the eighteen layers of hell, and liberate all the dead."
The ground began to shake violently.
Silently, the enchantment that imprisoned the eighteen layers of hell disappeared.
Time passed slowly.
At a certain moment, at the foot of Datiewei Mountain, on the bank of Wang River, a giant appeared.
There were no ghosts yelling at him, no gods guarding him, and he walked from the Wangchuan River to Datiewei Mountain step by step like this.
He comes from flaying hell.
The water of the River of Forgetfulness hugged him warmly.
Yes, he is a dead person, a deceased person, Wang Chuan will not kill him, nor can he kill him.
A second giant appears.
The third giant.
Humans appear.
Ashura brandished a weapon.
The beast kings roared.
The devil flew into the sky.
Followed by strange-looking chaotic creatures.
Dozens of dead people stood in the river.
Behind those dozens of dead people, dead people covering the entire river of forgetfulness came out of the river.
In the eighteen hells, hundreds of millions of dead people emerged from the water one after another.
In the sea of blood hell, Gu Qingshan whispered a word.
"superior."
The dead moved.
They rushed to the Temple of the Wheel.
After running for a few steps, a colorful shadow fell from the sky, chopping the dead who had just landed into flying ashes.
The colorful spear, it made a move.
But for both parties, this is just the beginning.
The endless vast river of the dead rushed towards the Temple of the Wheel.
brush!
Another colorful spear shadow flashed past.
Tens of thousands of dead were killed with one blow.
But it does not matter!
The moment they dissipated, more dead appeared in their original positions.
All the dead ran to the reincarnation temple like crazy.
They are fearless.
The pain of being cut up is just an ordinary punishment in hell.
As for death, death to them is but a slumber.
The dead are not afraid of death at all!
No matter how powerful the colorful spear shadows are, they cannot shake their determination.
A giant strode forward. The colorful shadow flew over his body head-on, killing him and even the countless giants behind him.
But before that, the giant had already grabbed a handful of the dead and threw them in the direction of the revolving temple.
He laughed and shouted: "Trash, what if you kill me!"
Seemingly able to understand this sentence, the colorful spear burst out immediately.
The sharp lines of the endless colorful images are all over the world of Huangquan.
Around the entire sacred mountain, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of dead died in large numbers.
Gu Qingshan put his hand on the skull of the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff, and said softly: "Come again."
He activated the Secret of the Wand: Origin of the Dead.
All sleeping dead wake up instantly.
Throughout the eighteen layers of hell, every dead person who was killed immediately got up from the hell and rushed towards Wangchuan again.
Surrounding the big iron mountain, the entire River of Forgotten became a sea of the dead.
The colorful spear looked down, speeding up the attack frequency.
Spear shadows appeared one after another.
The dead fell one by one, and new dead stepped over them and moved forward.
From the sky, it looks like a group of unyielding ants, slowly approaching the target.
Watching this scene, Shan Nu sighed: "I never thought that these villains from hell would work so hard."
Gu Qingshan said: "In all wars, soldiers fight willingly, or are forced to fight helplessly, and the fighting power that can be exploded is very different."
"Is this also the purpose of your fair dealing with them?"
Gu Qingshan smiled, and murmured: "If you make people work hard, and don't give people benefits, who would go all out? What's more, this is hell, villains don't have a noble spirit of sacrifice."
Shannu agreed quite a bit: "If there is such an unrealistic situation, unless it is the protagonist in a fantasy novel, you can drive others for no reason."
The foot of Datiewei Mountain.
The dead were still running like crazy.
Gradually, the dead began to use their brains and came up with some new ways to approach the reincarnation temple.
They no longer rushed over, but kept changing directions and moving towards the temple.
They run, jump, roll, crawl, and zigzag.
They spread out and flew high into the sky, trying to get close to the wheeling temple from every angle.
This time, the frequency of the colorful spear shadows couldn't keep up.
No matter how powerful it is, it cannot unremittingly release colorful spear shadows forever.
It is even more impossible for the spear shadow to fill every void forever.
Yes, its power is to kill gods and demons.
But it is a waste and thankless thing to use this unparalleled power to kill the undead.
It's like bombarding mosquitoes with star cannons, it's not worth it at all.
Time passed slowly.
The dead are risking their lives to impact the wheeling temple.
The colorful spear shadows attacked them unrelentingly.
In hell.
"I've always been curious, isn't the Seven-Colored Spear tired after using so much power to kill the dead?" Gu Qingshan asked.
Wangchuan Lihun Hook said: "The original power of the artifact is soul power, no matter how powerful it is, using the spear shadow will still consume soul power."
Di Jian also said: "Even if this kind of consumption is pitifully small for it, it is still consumption."
Gu Qingshan held the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff and closed his eyes to sense hell.
A few hours passed, and less than one thousandth of the dead fell asleep in the eighteen hells.
It seems that there is no need to use "The Origin of the Dead" again.
"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved." Gu Qingshan said.
Several hours passed.
The dead rushed to the temple tirelessly.
They cheered, jumped, scrambling to meet death.
The dead even started a competition to see who could cover the farthest.
There are markets and odds in every hell.
These villains are betting their own deaths, vying for some favors with each other.
They are having fun.
Sometimes, they also look at personal merit.
The merit of each deceased is slowly increasing.
Those dead who worked the hardest had the fastest increase in merit.
After all, this is to save the Six Realms, so as long as they really work hard, they will have merit.
The personal merit calculator tells them that if they succeed, they will have an astronomical amount of merit.
The more meritorious deeds you have, the more benefits you will get after reincarnation.
The appearance, chance, status, wealth, etc. that one is born with are all based on merit.
The billions of trillions of dead people cheered loudly and went to die with passion.
The colorful spears killed several hours in a row, and the number of dead never decreased, but increased.
Looking down from the sky, I saw that the dead around the big iron mountain were getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.
At a certain moment, Gu Qingshan stood up, gently said to the scepter: "Charge."
The hundreds of millions of dead suddenly let out a roar.
They began to gather their strength and sprint towards the revolving temple with all their strength.
——It turns out that the dead have been quietly accumulating numbers. Before, they maintained a steady stream of harassment by a certain number of people, but they were just playing with colorful spears.
The entire encirclement suddenly shrunk.
The dead ran like wild horses regardless of life and death, no matter whether it was the shadow of a spear or someone else in front of them.
hum!
The seven-colored spear burst into an angry hum.
It stopped attacking.
It wasn't that it was merciful, but that the impact frequency of the dead was getting faster and faster, and it was getting more and more fierce, and finally broke through its blockade and rushed into the Temple of Reincarnation.
In the sky, the colorful shadows completely disappeared.
Spear gave up doing futile work again.
It loses.