"The entire sea is a cell?"

"Yes, an ancient god of darkness wanted to collect souls and forge supreme killing weapons. Strictly speaking, this space was created by him. He wanted to collect countless ghosts and wanted to create magic weapons!

Unfortunately, I was killed before I could complete this idea.

It is said that the demon of hell devoured him. In order to prevent him from resurrecting, the space was connected to hell. Someone monitored the place. Once there was any abnormal movement, he would report it and kill it completely! Look, there are a lot of talisman paper on this ground!"

The old monk took out a piece of shabby black talisman paper in the soil on the ground, with many strange symbols on it.

"What you mean is that this is a small space. The God of Nether wants to secretly build a magic weapon. He was discovered by his enemy Hell Demon, and came directly from hell to kill him. However, the God of Nether has special abilities and is worried that he will be resurrected here, so he sent someone to monitor it here and keep the channel connection between the space and hell. Once an abnormality is discovered, he will kill it as fast as possible.

So, that God of the Underworld is not dead?”

Um?

The old monk was stunned. He never expected that Haotian just casually said some information, and he was so related that he was almost close to the truth.

"Yes, I also learned from an ancient book in our Great Zen Sect that the God of the Underworld is also the demon of hell. He called himself the God of the Underworld and opened up space. When he came here, he was seriously injured. He wanted to kill the enemy, the Three-Headed Demon by creating a magic weapon. However, the Three-Headed Demon discovered his idea in advance and discovered and killed him when he was seriously injured!

But the ability of the God of the Underworld is that it has strong escape ability, so he cannot guarantee whether the God of the Underworld is really dead or fake. If he is still alive, once he successfully creates the magic weapon and recovers his injuries, the Three-Headed Demon will definitely die! So we must be very careful, the men of the Three-Headed Demon may still monitor us here!"

"What kind of cultivation is that three-headed demon?"

"At least it's the Demon Emperor!"

"Demon King?"

"Yes!" As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience looked shocked. What is the concept of Demon King?

It was almost a state of destruction. However, Haotian was relieved when he heard this. He was just a demon emperor, and he was still the dragon god, the dominant of the demon clan! He would not be afraid of the demon emperor, and even if he was surveillance, it would be nothing.

"That sea of ​​blood is probably the blood river flowing out of the corpse killed by the god of the underworld when collecting souls?"

"Yes. That's right. The people and creatures he killed may not be able to calculate clearly for tens of billions. This soul river alone is a soul river of hundreds of billions. They will never be reborn here. Without anyone saving them, they will always endure the coldness, fear, and loneliness here!"

"Where does it start with loneliness?"

"In this soul river, they actually can't feel anything. There is only darkness and they cannot communicate. Because they are absorbed by the water of the soul river here, they have paralyzed all their perception abilities. They can only instinctively move around, but their ability to feel pain is no worse than that of humans. They are always in hell. These souls cannot see the people on our shore. Look!"

The old monk pointed to a soul in the distance.

Haotian stared at the soul. Although he had facial features and facial features, his eyes had no focus. Even if he was facing them, he only had fear, endless panic and endless darkness, loneliness, and he could not die even if he wanted to die.

Moreover, along the way, Haotian discovered that there were many such soul rivers, not one, but such soul rivers everywhere.

"Hmm? What is this doing?"

Haotian stopped suddenly and suddenly found the old monk sitting cross-legged by the dark river. He didn't know what he was doing. He pinched his fingers, and golden runes and spells of the old monk kept resounding.

"My master is releasing the ghost..."

Monk Xinyi next to him said.

Haotian looked curiously for a while and found that the old monk kept chanting the spell. In the end, many ghosts under the river seemed to boil and were filled with golden light. Then they wanted to break through a layer of invisible large net, but they could not break through.

"Leader, I wonder if I can do a favor?"

"explain!"

"There is an invisible undead array in the Soul River here. If you want to remove it, you need powerful magic power. My magic power is not enough."

Haotian nodded, waved his big hand, and immediately stretched out a powerful dragon claw, carefully sensing something, then grabbed it suddenly, suddenly a snatched, suddenly a invisible membrane was grabbed by Haotian, and then suddenly pulled it and lifted it up, click!

A layer of void formation covered countless miles in size. Under Haotian's claw, it all pierced a big hole and then collapsed inch by inch!

Woo woo woo woo woo!

For a moment, dense ghosts flew out from below, but their whole body was trembling and still as cold as ice. At this time, the old monk's body burst into a golden light, which shone thousands of miles into the golden light, and shined all the souls from all directions in the light on the spot, and these souls calmed down.

Thank you, thank you!

Thank you, we have been here for tens of thousands of years, so painful! I thought I would stay here forever, forever hunger and pain, thank you for saving us.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo finally came out, I'm so happy...

Many souls emit mental fluctuations towards the old monk, and they piled up together to thank him.

There seem to be some very young girls here, and the boys are only in their souls. Of course, there are also many adults, men, women, young and old, and the shapes have changed, and they are all humans.

How many people did this God of Underworld capture to gather so many souls?

"You can thank him, this donor saved you."

The old monk smiled and then stood up.

Thank you, brother, thank you.

Thank you, brother, we will always remember you.

Thanks……

The dense souls immediately knelt down to Haotian in the void, and the spirit fluctuations came out, kowtowing to Haotian, not one or two, but hundreds of millions, billions, billions, and hundreds of billions of souls kneeled in front of Haotian, which caused a great shock to Haotian's heart!

One of the little girls was crying and kept kowtowing at Haotian's feet, which seemed very pitiful. But the gratitude look was unforgettable, because these creatures who had suffered for tens of thousands of years and were suddenly released after being suddenly released.

Very sincere, without any impurities. In the end, all these souls were kneeling down and thanked them, and disappeared directly along the old monk's golden light.

"Where did these souls go?"

"I've gone for reincarnation."

The old monk said with relief.

These souls disappeared from somewhere, but they disappeared anyway. Haotian smiled and said, "Are all so many souls thrown into the rich continent?"
Chapter completed!