Xuanxia

Chapter 1114 The Deepest Hell
Since the Smoker said that if all eight swords were used at the same time, something might go wrong, then the plan of using eight swords to destroy the city should be abandoned directly.

At the moment, Hong Ruohai, Ning Wushu and Zhao Hao, three people holding a magic sword, have already rushed into the white fog. It is obvious that the sword masters of the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way and the "temporary sword master" can only play freely next.

"Old man, please mediate. If you find anything wrong, please give us instructions at any time!"

Fu Qingzhou shouted loudly, and jumped off the horse's back first, flying high into the air. The sword of virtue turned from a bracelet into a long sword and was held in his hand.

Seeing him move, the others naturally moved as well.

Zhenren Baihe and Dong Qianran flew up shortly after, one of them holding a sword of wisdom and the other holding a sword of virtue, and they hovered on both sides of Fu Qingzhou.

Hua Wuying and Yuan Zhen had not yet reached the cave heaven realm and could not fly in the air, so they could only hold the sword of righteousness and the sword of benevolence in their hands and ride their horses along the edge of Xishuo City.

On the other side, the masters of Xuan League were not idle either. Under the leadership of Master Jingming, a group of masters of Xuan League had already begun to set up a formation outside Xishuo City.

This formation is called the "Heaven-Tumbling and Mountain-Changing Formation", and its effect is very simple. It can lift up a mountain, move it a certain distance... and then smash it down!

Of course, this formation is not that simple, and the number of people required is unimaginably large. More importantly...

It needs Tang Jiao.

In other words, the magic weapons that Tang Jiao brought down from Langhuan Mountain are needed.

At this time, tens of thousands of Xuanmeng masters had surrounded a small hill outside Xishuo City and began to set up a formation - this was also a backup plan they had made before. If the situation did not go well, they would simply pull up the mountain and smash it into Xishuo City!

The mountain is not big, only one-third the size of a city, but once such a huge mountain falls, it is absolutely beyond human power to resist!
Fu Qingzhou looked back from afar in the air and saw Qiu Chan riding her horse towards the hill along with the masters of Xuanmeng.

Qiu Chan seemed to sense something, turned around and smiled at him.

The two of them chuckled and nodded without saying anything more.

Fu Qingzhou turned his gaze back to Xishuo City shrouded in white fog - at this time, the army was already less than a mile away from the city wall, and some thin white fog had even drifted into their army formation!

However, in front of the earth-shaking blood and fighting spirit of the 200,000-strong army, the thin white mist was not worth mentioning at all and was dispersed in an instant.

“It seems like it really works!”

Fu Qingzhou's pupils condensed, and without hesitation, he raised the sword of virtue and pointed it at the sky, and the next move was the chaotic immortal thunder!

Of course, he didn't plan to hold on for more than half an hour this time. He just wanted to attract a thunder and test it out.

Smoker said that thunder magic is the most useful pure yang and strong thing against ghost cultivators. Since the white mist below is the soul...

boom!
Dark clouds rolled, thunder roared, and a purple lightning fell from the sky, climbing onto the sword of virtue and entering Fu Qingzhou's body!
He was numbed all over by the electric shock, but...

"Compared to the pain of the eight swords being separated, this is nothing."

Fu Qingzhou grinned and pointed the German sword directly at the white mist below.

In an instant, thick purple lightning arcs visible to the naked eye pierced towards Xishuo City, one step ahead of the Northern Frontier Army, split the white fog heavily, and exploded on the city gate!

Boom!

As the white mist was swelling, a path was split open by lightning, revealing the city gate, which was then turned into dust by the thunder from the sky!

Fu Qingzhou curled the corners of his mouth.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank into points.

An unimaginable suction force suddenly appeared and acted directly on his soul!

It's not just him.

At this moment, Hong Ruohai, who was at the forefront of the Northern Frontier Army, also rode his horse into the white fog. The huge dragon horse made of blood and energy also crashed into the white fog at this moment - and Hong Ruohai also felt an extremely huge suction force at the same time.

Time has stopped.

It's not just as if, it's really still.

At this moment, the Xuanmeng masters who were setting up the battle array at the foot of the hill, the smoker who was picking his teeth on horseback, Baihe Zhenren and Dong Qianran beside Fu Qingzhou, the Mingjian Pavilion who were ready to respond in the distance, and Zhao Yuan who was watching all this from afar...

Everything was still.

Their movements, expressions, and demeanor all froze at that moment, frozen together with the clouds in the sky, the birds spreading their wings in the wind, the slowly falling leaves...

The only thing that was moving was his soul. Fu Qingzhou's soul left his body.

Hong Ruohai and the 200,000-strong army who were connected to him by blood and seemed to be one with him at this time, also had their souls leave their bodies.

No matter whether it was the soldier with the lowest cultivation level or the most powerful Fu Qingzhou and Hong Ruohai, none of them had any resistance to the suction force coming from the white mist, and were instantly swallowed up by the white mist.

……

Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes.

He looked around vigilantly at the first moment, but there was nothing here except a large area of ​​white fog.

He clearly remembered what happened... The chaotic immortal thunder shook away the fog and smashed the city gate. Then his soul was strongly pulled and was swallowed up by the white fog in an instant. Then, he came here.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha—”

Fu Qingzhou was still thinking when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter in his ears!
He turned around suddenly, only to see another version of himself standing a few steps away, laughing out loud!
As if noticing his gaze, that self also turned his head... This "Fu Qingzhou" had a pair of red pupils.

"Qi Ran?"

Fu Qingzhou blurted out.

"I knew he wouldn't let me down." Qi Ran's gaze stayed on him for only a moment, then he quickly turned away and looked at the white mist around him: "Not bad, not bad... Actually, he can do this."

Fu Qingzhou was startled: "Do you know what's going on?"

"Ridiculous, of course I know!"

Qi Ran grinned: "You will know soon...but not now."

As he spoke, he began to back away. "You will soon see the deepest hell I have ever seen."

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Fu Qingzhou shouted subconsciously and went forward to catch Qi Ran, but the other party retreated very quickly. He only took two steps back and his figure swayed and was submerged in the white mist. No matter how Fu Qingzhou looked for him, he could not find Qi Ran anymore.

"What happened? Qi Ran left me?"

He looked down at the white mist dispersing from his fingertips and murmured, "And... hell?"

He suddenly felt a buzzing in his head.

Yes, how can there be hell in this world?

Where does hell come from?
Qiu Chan had never heard of King Yama or Yama Palace, but Ayiguli had mentioned "Avici Hell". Many Buddhist scriptures also mentioned hell. At this time, Qi Ran even said this word clearly...

But the place of reincarnation in this world is the River Styx!
It was the tears shed by the Heaven that formed the Styx and created the reincarnation, so where did the hell come from? !
The answer was coming to him.

Beside Fu Qingzhou, the white mist suddenly dissipated.

After the white mist dissipated, he was standing on a long bridge of flesh and blood made up of countless human bodies.

The bridge deck was covered with skulls covered with adhesions of fascia, and every bone was making a chattering sound. Under the bridge, a river of blood was flowing backwards, and half-melted fetuses were floating in the sticky plasma. Their umbilical cords were entangled into a web, and their cries and shrill laughs exploded in the boiling blood bubbles.

The buildings in the entire city are melting.

The tiles were like curled fingernails, the beams and pillars were made of twisted vertebrae, and thousands of skinned corpses were hung upside down from the eaves. Their abdominal cavities were cut open with iron hooks, and their organs hung like scarlet wind chimes. Whenever a cold wind blew by, the eroded lungs would flap with a sticky sound.

Above the sky, a dark red membrane replaced the clouds, its surface covered with pulsating purple-black blood vessels.

In the center of the sky hung a rotten heart as big as a city, and every time it contracted, it spurted out pus and blood like acid rain!

The surface of the heart was densely covered with human faces. Fu Qingzhou looked up and his pupils constricted!
He clearly saw Qiu Chan's face emerging from the crack in the ventricle. Her lips were sewn together with black thread, but an extremely painful scream emanated from between her tightly closed lips!

"Qing Zhou! The person you are bringing back is not me!"

"I'm still here! I'm still here!"

“Save me! Save me, ahhhh!”

(End of this chapter)