immediately.
King Yama looked at the three incarnations of God at the back and spoke first.
"Leave the incarnation of God in the middle to me."
As he spoke, a flash of light flashed by. In one hand, King Yama held the Seal of the Ten Courts of Hell, symbolizing King Yama, and in the other hand, the Book of Life and Death, with a powerful aura.
This moment.
In the distance, in the destroyed Fengdu City, the Yama Palace inside was buzzing and vibrating, as if it could sense King Yama's determination. The ruined Yama Palace rumbled loudly, and the pillars in the palace shook, as if responding to King Yama.
King Chu Jiang was shocked when he heard this.
"I'll handle the left one."
The words fell.
King Chujiang held the Mirror of Sin in his hand, with the Seal of the Ten Hells of Hell hanging above his head, symbolizing King Chujiang, and took a step forward.
I saw it from afar.
It was as if a pillar of heaven had risen from this netherworld, supporting the underworld. As the King of Hell of the Ten Courts of Hell in the second hall, King Chujiang was extremely powerful.
Suddenly.
The ancient King of the Underworld present there glanced sideways at King Chujiang, his eyes becoming deep as he fell into a moment of reminiscence.
They seemed to see it again.
Long ago, when King Chujiang was Yama of the Second Palace and the Tenth Palace, his divine power to suppress the underworld was overwhelming. At that time, King Chujiang was so powerful that he was hailed as the God of the Underworld.
"You've all fought so hard. Well, I'll accompany you. I'll take care of the God's incarnation on the right."
The Emperor of Song stroked his beard lightly.
The usually gentle and refined Emperor Song now had extremely deep eyes. The Ten Hells of Hell Seals symbolizing the Emperor Song were lingering around his body, and he held the Soul-Catching Pen in his hand.
As the words fell.
Emperor Song raised his hand and swung the soul-enchanting pen.
It's like painting a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, or writing a poem high in the sky above the underworld.
[The black robe rips through the nine layers of heaven, and the iron face blocks the way to the turbid world.]
[The cold light of the evil mirror breaks the bones of the soul, and the holy name is forgotten by the judge’s pen.]
[Thunder rages across three thousand realms, and the sea of blood devours a hundred thousand beasts.]
[Don't be so brave as to make Yama curse God to death.]
The first line of poetry was written down.
The robe of the King of Hell fluttered in the wind, and even his elegant face was radiating a thin light of life and death, as if he had transformed himself into life and death, and was cleansing the turbid earth of the underworld that was about to be infected.
The second line of poetry is written down.
The characters resembled the inscription of Dawu, transformed into a blue dragon, soared into the sky, and poured into the Nie Jingtai, the treasure of the underworld held by King Chujiang.
moment.
This line of poetry appeared on the mirror frame of the evil mirror stand, and with its blessing, it burst out with unprecedented power.
"Emperor Song..."
Looking at the words of Emperor Song, the Nightmare Ghost King was moved and murmured.
"The last time was during the border battle. King Qin Guang, holding the Soul-Catching Pen, unleashed a mighty power that shook the world. I originally thought it was King Qin Guang's great power, but upon closer inspection, I found that to be untrue."
"Now it's clear that the five treasures of the underworld are spiritual. Only the Ten Kings of Hell and the Emperor of Fengdu can unleash the true power of the five treasures of the underworld."
When the words fell.
The third line of the poem was written by Song Jiang and Wang Shu.
boom----
In this land of the underworld, a strong wind blew across the ground, and thunders roared in the sky, like thousands of thunder dragons roaring, bringing down world-destroying thunder punishments, which spread like a spider web and smashed into the army of infected creatures that swept over.
Rumble!
Rumble!
The scene was horrific.
The vast army of infected creatures was bombarded by thunder and was harvested like rice.
If the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had not seen this and taken action, unleashing a cloud of miasma to form a barrier against the thunderbolt, the army of infected creatures would have suffered tens of thousands of casualties before even engaging the underworld.
But the story doesn't end there.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse look up.
After thousands of thunders raged across the sky and the earth, the red moon in the underworld appeared under the third line of the poem written by the Song Emperor's soul-stirring pen.
The red moon is bloody.
The moon turned deep red, so red that it looked like blood was seeping out.
Immediately following.
It's out of control.
The red moon oozed blood, and the blood was like a vast ocean, swallowing up the army of infected creatures, threatening to submerge this underworld land by a hundred thousand acres. The hundred thousand acre sea of blood would not dry up, and would eventually kill the infected creatures in the sea of blood.
"It is indeed the supreme treasure of the underworld. In the hands of the Ten Kings of Hell, it can defeat ancient gods."
Judas murmured in the background.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse gathered their gazes together, not daring to be negligent at all. Plague, death, war, and famine each showed their power.
They all drew their swords from their waists.
Lift high to the sky.
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