Chapter 397: Breakthrough, the Terror of Master Wei
Everyone's shock only lasted for a moment.
Because an astonishing sense of death suddenly rose into the sky from the soul-calming coffin, attracting everyone's attention.
What was strange was that the coffin was filled with the aura of death, but around the coffin, in the large pools of blood and body parts, various plants began to grow.
Tree buds break through the soil and grass emerges, creating a scene of vibrant vitality.
Even a rotten ghost hand that fell here gradually regained its redness and became like a fresh human hand that had just been chopped off.
Life and death.
In a weird way, they came together.
"Idiot!" Bodhisattva suddenly shouted.
"A junior who is not even at the King level can actually stop you, what a waste!"
As he spoke, he anxiously waved his palm, and a huge golden "卍" character appeared in the air, with a strange bloody light on the edge, pressing towards the soul-calming coffin like a mountain.
Zuo Yi also cursed something, gave up on the king, turned around and blasted a terrifying martial arts killing move at the Soul-Suppressing Coffin.
The strange phenomenon on the soul-calming coffin means only one thing.
That means Wei Wudi’s breakthrough is about to be completed!
"Those who commit crimes will be punished by the whole world."
"Infernal——"
"Ghostland!"
The King of Hell also realized how crucial this moment was. With a roar, the Infernal Hell expanded five or six times on top of its already enormous size.
In an instant, the three kings in the sky disappeared, leaving only an unimaginably huge purgatory!
It's full of ghosts and the rules are strict.
He enveloped the two kings to buy Uncle Wei some last bit of time.
The red-clothed female ghost king's expression became even gloomier, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space. The next moment, she appeared in front of the soul-calming coffin, stretched out a slender hand, and pressed it.
This time, it seems that no one can save Uncle Wei.
Jiang Chen was weakly stuffing blood spirit pills into his mouth. He had never used these healing pills before because after becoming a demon, his powerful physique could heal almost all injuries by himself.
But he just swallowed the king's attack.
It also finally made him feel the limits of the demon's physical body.
Some of the tiny cracks on his body could not be healed at all and he was still collapsing.
Therefore, he seemed to be powerless and could only shout in anger and grief with red eyes: "Old Wei!!"
"Click"
The hand of the red-clothed ghost king pressed through the coffin lid, and the huge force vibrated like a layer of ripples, and countless cracks appeared on the soul-calming coffin created by Yama and Luo.
The next moment, her expression changed.
Because inside the coffin, a cold hand was holding her tightly.
"Life is not life, death is not death..." An old voice came out: "Towards death, one can live; to seek life, one can die. Wonderful, wonderful!"
"Life and death, a cycle of repetition... it's truly mysterious."
"Hahaha, I finally got it!"
The voice was filled with ecstasy, and the hand that held the female ghost king became even tighter.
"court death!"
The female ghost king shouted coldly, and with her other hand, a ball of blood-colored energy shot out and smashed down.
At this moment, a strong "vitality" spread from her right hand upwards, causing her pale skin to gradually regain its color and become no different from a living person.
When this change spread to the head, the Red Ghost King seemed to realize something, his expression was shocked, and he wanted to retreat.
But it's too late.
A fist burst out from the coffin and hit her head, which now looked just like a living person.
"puff"
Blood and flesh were everywhere, and the red-clothed ghost king found a headless corpse.
The attack from her left hand also failed to land in the coffin. After a muffled sound, an old man stood up. It was Uncle Wei.
He took the attack from the Red-Clothed Ghost King head-on, and half of his body was shattered, with his internal organs exposed, looking miserable.
But he seemed very calm.
"Life and death are a cycle. When I die, I am born again."
"My death is my survival."
The last sentence kept resonating around.
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