"Tell me... who sent you here?"
Xiaobai raised his head expressionlessly and walked towards the burly man step by step in the pool full of blood.
Blood spread with his footsteps, and countless dead souls and evil spirits were drowned in it, unable to be redeemed.
Endless roars, unwilling cries, resentful curses... are the best soundtrack at this moment.
"I said... I said..."
The burly man was already frightened to death.
Countless evil spirits rushed to penetrate his brothers' bodies, devouring their souls and fighting for their bodies...
He knew that the reason he was able to survive was because the man in front of him deliberately stayed here, just to ask him who was behind this incident.
Whether he can survive now depends entirely on this man's thoughts.
"It was Zhao Heng... Zhao Heng sent us here... He's the biggest human trafficker in the three southern provinces..."
"I heard he's connected to a notorious drug lord in a neighboring country..."
"ah…"
A withered hand covered in blood suddenly grabbed the sturdy man's ankle. The sturdy man let out a loud cry and suddenly fell down.
The tragic deaths of his brothers just now had already brought him a huge shock, and now this hand was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
“Dead!”
Xiaobai snorted lightly, then grabbed with both hands and violently squeezed out his soul.
"Dead bodies are just shells; it's easier to judge the soul!"
Xiaobai raised his left hand, and a pitch-black flame appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Do you know what this is?"
When the little white boy waved his fingers, the dark flame danced happily on his fingertips like a naughty elf.
"This is the fire of hell, it burns the soul. If you get even a little bit of it, your soul will be shattered..."
"Can you please finish what you are saying now?"
Now, the soul of the sturdy man in Xiaobai's hand couldn't even feel fear, and he nodded woodenly.
"noob…"
Song Ning stumbled, supporting such a large formation alone, and the spiritual power in her body flowed rapidly.
Although Hu Shulan was there to help, the flow of spiritual power still made Song Ning's eyes dizzy.
"Can you please stop asking? We've already sent Uncle He to look for Xiao Hei. I'm sure Xiao Hei will be here soon..."
"If you have any anger, take it out on him... Stop messing with this beautiful world!"
Song Ning was breathing heavily, and Hu Shulan was too tired to talk. The two of them were eagerly waiting for He Huan to quickly find the irresponsible Xiao Hei.
Xiaobai sneered, "They are all evil people, shouldn't they die?"
"I'm just sending them to hell in advance. Only when the wicked die can there be peace and order in the human world, right?"
Xiaobai looked at Song Ning expressionlessly, "Isn't this what the world expects?"
"The wicked die, so who cares?"
Song Ning yelled in frustration, "Hurry up and close this big pool of blood. If the evil spirits are really released, who will clean up the mess?!"
"You? Or Xiao Hei? I'm afraid it will be me in the end..."
The more Song Ning thought about it, the more sad and angry she became. You are the only ones who can summon ultimate moves? I can do it too!
She bit her tongue hard, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and then used her ultimate move.
"Auntie Lan, change the formation! I'll summon the Heavenly Thunder to strike down this huge pool of blood!"
After Song Ning roared, he took a deep breath, stepped on the Gangbu step, pinched his fingers and chanted a spell to summon the thunder.
Hu Shulan also began to help her change the formation according to Song Ning's instructions.
"Five Thunder Generals, General Fire Train, soaring to the sky and crashing to the ground, driving thunder and rushing to the clouds, with a team of tens of thousands, commanding the divine troops, raising the flag to urgently summon, without delay."
"Hurry up and obey the command!"
As Song Ning finished reading the last pardon order, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and lightning and thunder flashed.
Crash...
Five or six thumb-sized purple lightning bolts appeared in an instant, like a spirited little purple dragon, plunging into the black fog.
Purple lightning is a pure yang object that can defeat evil spirits. With just one encounter, it can split and destroy any evil spirit that tries to escape.
“Come again!”
Song Ning hardened his heart and changed the finger gestures in his hand. The next wave of purple thunder came in an instant.
This time, the little purple dragons were much thicker than the previous ones. As soon as they entered the black fog, they plunged into the pool of blood.
Bang…
The blood pool immediately exploded and began to boil and churn, and countless evil spirits were surprised that they could escape from the blood pool.
But they didn't know that the purple lightning net outside the blood pool was their final destination.
The evil spirits rushed to hit the lightning net one after another, and purple fireworks appeared in the air.
"Isn't that enough? I'm going to use my ultimate move..."
Song Ning endured the severe pain on the tip of his tongue, raised his hand, and several even larger purple lightning bolts instantly twisted into one, striking towards the blood pool.
Crash...
This strike illuminated half of the sky, the pool of blood dissipated, and heavy rain fell.
Song Ning's body was limp and she sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.
Hu Shulan also lay on the ground next to Song Ning, "I'm so tired!"
"If our spiritual power is exhausted and another group of people come, we will be in trouble..."
"We are the ones who will suffer, it's the other party who will suffer!"
Song Ning rolled her eyes at Xiao Bai, "Isn't that guy still standing there?"
"Come to think of it...Xiaobai, are you really an ordinary White Impermanence?"
“I’m not…”
He Huan arrived late with Xiao Hei.
Song Ning refused to speak. She thought the police in TV dramas were always late, but she didn't expect that the civil servants in the underworld were also like this?
Hu Shulan glared at him and said, "You can come later..."
He Huan touched his nose and said, "Aren't you looking for Xiao Hei?"
"What are you still standing there for?"
He Huan pushed Xiao Hei and nodded at Xiao Bai, who lowered his head, "Hurry over!"
"Young people are just reckless. When you're not watching them for a moment, they cause such a big scene!"
He Huan sighed, walked over to Song Ning and Hu Shulan, and pulled them up one by one.
He also held up a small barrier to help them block the rain, and then he whispered about Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai's life stories.
"Xiao Bai's father is the King of Hell in the Fourth Hall, King Lu of the Five Senses, who presides over the Hell of He, also known as the Hell of the Pool of Blood and Scrutiny."
"It's just a mere summoning of a blood pool projection. Even if you really summoned a blood pool, you can capture it with ease!"
"Xiao Hei's father is from the Ninth Palace, King Lu of Equality, who presides over the Iron Net Avici Hell in Fengdu City."
"When Xiao Hei gets crazy, he's even worse than Xiao Bai..."
"How dare you, little girl, mess with these two guys..."
He Huan kept muttering to himself, but Song Ning's mind was completely focused on the two figures, one black and one white, standing silently not far away.
[It seems they are two generations apart! No wonder they are so arrogant…]
"Uncle He, please stop nagging..."
The severe pain on the tip of her tongue made Song Ning not want to talk, but He Huan kept nagging in her ear.
Song Ning really couldn't stand it anymore and pointed to the corpses lying on the ground not far away.
"Have you seen those people over there?"
"Look at what evil spirits are hidden in their bodies. Let them die, but don't let the evil spirits wear their bodies and wreak havoc on the world..."
[Please… just try it! Stop nagging her…]
Her tongue hurts...?
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