Wu Chang Jie

Chapter 251

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Xie Bian looked at Fan Wuyu's undisguised killing intent, and was really worried that he would lose control if he saw the executioner, even more out of control than when he saw Chimoko just now, but in order to find Lan Chuihan, there seemed to be no other way up. Xie Bian quietly touched the Tianji Talisman in his arms, and he decided in his heart that at least the Tianji Talisman was in his hands, and Fan Wuxi would not destroy the whole hell.

"How do I find the executioner?"

"To his favorite torture chamber."

Hearing the word "torture room", Xie Bian's heart sank, he hadn't recovered from the scene he had just seen.

"He likes blood. Compared to other executioners who torture prisoners in different ways, he likes pure blood." Fan Wuzhen clenched the sword in his hand.

"If Big Brother Lan is in his hands..."

"Maybe, but as long as Jiang Qulian doesn't want Lan Chuihan to die, he won't use extreme instruments of torture, because the body of a living person cannot be restored infinitely."

Xie Bian had some extreme associations in his mind, and he shivered: "Let's go, as soon as possible."

The two of them shuttled through the dotted torture chambers. When they happened to meet the executioner or the underworld, they easily got away with their outfits. The deeper they went, the bigger the torture chamber was. The heat from the flames and lava made it difficult to breathe. , a living person in this environment, even a person with a profound cultivation base, may not be able to survive for a day.

Fan Wuxi finally stopped in front of a huge torture room. The stone walls here stretched long to the sides, invisible at a glance. The stone gate was so tall that it weighed more than ten thousand catties. There were countless holes in the shape of a honeycomb on the volcanic rock wall. Like malicious eyes, it covers every wall in all directions. When you are in it, you have the illusion of being pierced by those evil eyes, which makes your spine chill.

Fan Wuxi put his hand on the stone door, and he turned his head to look at Jie Bian. Even though his face was covered with a ghost mask, he couldn't stop his sharp eyes. They fell on Jie Bian's face, as if he was questioning something. .

Jie Bian understood the meaning of that look: "I'm ready."

The heavy stone door was easily pushed open a gap that could be passed through. Before they could step in, the things inside—heat waves, screams, shouts, blood, rot, resentment, had already rushed out, almost Drown people down.

In front of me is a vast cave, supported by nine dragon stone pillars, nine dragon pillars are arranged in threes and threes, serving as the foundation of the formation and complementing the giant magic circle on the ground. The size and complexity of the magic circle is something that Xie Bi'an has only seen in this life, and the pivot is as deep as a ditch , the totems formed by countless talismans are like the veins of leaves, closely connected with the formation hub as the torso, they are actually the main stream and tributaries of the blood river, in which the smelly blood flows, and finally converges to the thickest black dragon in the middle of the nine dragon formation Under the Panlong pillar and the black dragon pillar is a pool of blood, which is the eye of this formation.

More than one human soul is tied to each dragon pillar. Executioners, large and small, are skinning and cramping them, cutting their flesh and deboning them, and blood is continuously flowing into the Nine Dragon Blood Formation.

Xie Bian was terrified. The hot air was mixed with a strong stench, which made his belly churn.

Fan Wuzhen took a deep breath and walked in slowly step by step.

To the west of the cave, there is a throne made of volcanic rocks, on which lies a, no, a mountain of meat.

Chimoko is no more than two people tall, and this mountain of meat is really like a small hill, with an astonishingly fat body, with layers of naked, white flesh piled up to the ground, what's more, he has six arms, exuding A deep Yin Qi that perfectly matches its body shape. A group of little ghosts were surrounding him, wiping his body.

How could this level of cultivation be an ordinary executioner? He was clearly a ghost king, and Xie Bian immediately guessed his identity. He was the legendary White Ghost King, one of Jiang Qulian's generals.

For Fan Wuzhen, he is the chief executioner who commands all the executioners in Infernal Hell.

The two walked to the Roshan throne.

"What's your intention?" White Ghost King Mo Shangcun spoke slowly, his voice was like a bell.

When the messengers came here, they were either sending people off or picking them up. If they didn't detain someone, they naturally came to pick them up.

"Take me up." Fan Wuxi spoke first, his voice was obviously not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to every corner of the cave.

Mo Shangcun sensed that something was wrong, this kind of internal force was definitely not possessed by ordinary errants, he raised his neck, looked at the two of them carefully, a pair of eyes could barely be seen in the thin slit between the fat flesh, but they were sharp and bright: "According to As far as I know, no one has completed their sentence recently." He wrinkled his nose and let out a doubtful snort.

"Take someone up." Fan Wuxi looked at Mo Shangcun with a ferocious look, but it was slightly covered by a mask, otherwise, just such a look would be enough to overwhelm all ghosts.

Mo Shangcun had a thought: "No, it's the smell of a living person!"

The execution officers in the cave looked over in surprise.

Fan Wuxi took off his mask, threw it away, and fell into the pool of blood.

"...It's you." Mo Shangcun's fat face should have no expression, but everyone saw his tension, and he immediately laughed, "It's you, it's really you, You are so good at it, you actually came back."

"When you say it, you do it."

"The moment I heard that my lord was reborn as a human, I knew that you would come back to us." Mo Shangcun said with a sly smile, "I have been in the endless hell for thousands of years, and no one has ever left and returned, and I will not let you down." Those arrogant words back then." His eyes fell on Xie Bian, "Then this one must be the reincarnation of Emperor Konghua."

Xie Bian also took off his mask and looked at Mo Shangcun coldly.

"Although it's the first time Dijun sees me, I'm very familiar with Dijun, almost like an old friend." Mo Shangcun grinned strangely, "After all, during the hundred years of torture in the Infernal Hell, this Demon Venerable turned his mouth over and over again. But it's all about you."

Fan Wuxi's spiritual pressure skyrocketed, his gaze was like a torch, and black death energy immediately lingered around his body.

"No deterrence." Xie Bian called in a low voice.

This call barely helped Fan Wuxi suppress the raging hatred, but his fists were still clenched.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember how you shouted for help?" Mo Shangcun said twice, "It's a pity that your elder brother never came to save you from the beginning to the end."

Jie Bian's breathing became rapid.

Fan Wuxi made a cold, teeth-gritting voice: "Mo Shangcun, I'm back, and you will become them."

They refer to those sinners who are being punished.

Mo Shangcun sneered and said, "The Hell is my territory. I see you here like a newborn child at the mercy of me. Do you think I will be afraid of you?"

"You will." Fan Wuxi unsheathed his sword.

The fat on Mo Shangcun's body trembled, and his six arms were raised cautiously at the same time: "You didn't come here on a special trip to seek revenge on us, did you?"

"Where is Lan Chuihan?" Xie Bian shouted.

"Hahaha, it really is for that living person." Mo Shangcun said coldly, "The Red King ordered me to 'entertain' him, how dare I disobey that order."

"What did you do to him!" Jie Bian snapped, "Where is he now!"

"He is naturally here, let's see if you have the ability to find it."

Jie Bian also drew out his sword: "See if you have the ability to hide him!"

"Don't worry." Mo Shangcun's eyes were almost narrowed, "I still want to have a good talk with my lord." He casually grabbed a kid beside him with one hand, and blew at the terrified kid. After taking a breath, he threw it in front of Fan Wuyin and Xie Bian.

I saw that the kid's skeletal face changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into Fan Wushi's appearance, but his face was unkempt, his long hair was scattered, and there was no intact flesh on his body. Drenched in blood, he knelt in front of the two of them precariously.

Xie Bian took a step back in shock. Fan Wuxi looked down at "himself" in front of him, his eyes quietly filled with black death.

"It hurts..." The brat turned into Fan Wuxi, no, to be precise, Zong Zixiao, moaned hoarsely, "It hurts, brother." He raised his head and looked at Jie Bian with teary eyes. , Eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Jie Bian was shaken all over, his pupils constricted, as if someone had choked his throat instantly, he could neither speak nor breathe, he had the urge to escape from this place, but his feet were unable to move as if they had taken root.

"Brother, it hurts so much, Xiao Jiu hurts so much..." "Zong Zixiao" couldn't help crying, "Brother, help me, please help me, brother!"

Xie Bian staggered back again, as if the thing in front of him could eat people, would pull out his heart, and gnaw it out bit by bit.

Mo Shangcun grabbed two more imps and threw them down. One turned into Zongzi Xiao in the lava pool. Zong Zixiao, a black and scorched mass, uttered a heart-piercing cry in the raging flames: "Big brother, big brother, save me—"

Xie Bian's eyes and canthus were completely cracked, and his internal organs seemed to be ripped out of his abdominal cavity, and then cut into pieces one by one.

Under the control of Mo Shangcun, the three little ghosts changed their forms, recreating the torture that Zong Zixiao had suffered in the Infernal Hell for a hundred years.

"Brother, help me, I was wrong, I hurt so much, brother—"

"Brother, save Xiaojiu, save me—"

"Big brother, big brother, big brother, help me—"

"Ahhh—" Xie Bian yelled while holding his head, unable to bear what he saw and heard. The sound of "Brother, save me" was like a never-ending curse, completely crushing his will, Xiao Jiu was begging him for help, his little Jiu was begging for help, but he couldn't do anything, but he never Never heard, never seen.

Xiao Jiu must be in pain, scared, and desperate, but he never appeared, so for a time, a day, a year, ten years, a hundred years, his Xiao Jiu has survived the hundred years of endless hell like this.

A bloody hundred years soaked in pain and despair.

Why let him see these! Why is there nothing he can do! Why did God torture him and his favorite person like this!