With a shout of Xuan, he will be sentenced to death immediately.

The sharp sound of the roar penetrated the flesh wall, and the unquestionable echoes rolled back and forth between the ten cities in the underworld.

The person trapped in the city realm only felt that he was trembling with a thousand pounds and could not stop trembling from the depths of his soul.

Everyone looked around in a hurry, their eyes were at a loss.

Stability!

The power of the Shenting Yin Cao is too strong!

Compared with the previous Sword Ancestor's chanting scriptures, the pressure felt here is even worse, and it is more than dozens of times stronger.

Everyone was looking for that person, but they couldn't see him.

It seemed as if he was in this place, as powerful as the Eighth Sword Immortal, he had to practice with Lingyu and the trials of the Ghost Buddha Realm, and was lost to ordinary people.

"I can't even get in..."

"He is the eight masters!"

The face of an ancient sword cultivator is bitter.

From the Eastern Region, the belief in the minds of all sword holders seemed to have settled and collapsed with the verdict.

Then, a chuckle came from the void:

"There are many tricks, but people refuse to show up. After waiting for so long, I will try these rats?"

——The voice of Eight Lords An An!

The calmness and freehand painting in this sound suddenly ignited many people's hope.

At least, the Eight Lords did not have the same ants as them, being crushed by the power of the Divine Court.

Hohohoho...

The ghost fire twitches.

The billions of ghosts who built the flesh wall turned their heads in a ferocious way, and countless eyes intersected.

Everyone's eyes followed immediately.

Then he saw that after the ten cities in the distance, he was on the southernmost side of the Fengdu Gate in the extreme north, wearing white clothes and sleeves on the top of the flesh wall of the underworld, with a cold face.

"Roar!"

"Ho ho--"

"Eat...eat, beautiful..."

Below it, there were pus and sores, crawling with maggots' ulcers, stretching their necks, and trying to bite them upwards.

But their bodies were pressed so tight that they could not move at all.

The dark and stinky saliva cannot reach the holy white clothes above.

The eight masters stand in the underworld, and the lotus comes out of the mud, and are spotless.

"presumptuous!"

The strongman carried the coffin, and the bloated and obese monster in the coffin made a sharp scolding.

Its so succulent that it was like a big hand that could flow out of green oil after pinching it, and took out a huge black brush and went forward:

"This judge of the underworld, Xuan Er entered the capital and met the Lord. This is an oracle. How dare you not obey?"

The blood-red soft hair at the front of the judge's pen squeezed on the space ahead, and what was fainted was a circle of mysterious formation diagrams with complex Taoist rules.

The formation diagram turned into a huge ancient character "death" and exploded into infinite waves of force, pushing it strongly towards the ten cities.

"How dare you not follow--"

"Dare not to obey—"

"Don't follow—"

The surging echoes, and the people in the underworld broke out on the spot, causing the soul blood from all over the world to splatter, screaming endlessly.

The billions of ghosts squeezed on the flesh wall also advance with the force wave of the word "death", bursting and bleeding, and tragic.

Ten cities in the underworld run through the north and south.

In a blink of an eye, the judge pointed out the blood words that time and space on his pen, and rushed to the eight masters.

Before the strength had arrived, he had raised his white clothes and black hair high, and broke through the space behind thousands of miles.

"Zhou?"

The eight Zun An raised his eyelids and his eyes were cold and cold.

Nothing happened to him, so the invisible force wave let him sniff a word from his mouth, stopping strongly, hanging in front of him, and retracting the word "death".

"I dare to be honored in heaven and earth, in the yang realm and in the underworld."

"Which judge is you? Who has the authority given to you? Here are the wolf roars and dogs barking!"

Dong.

Ripples arose under your feet.

The Eight Masters stepped forward and still stood behind their backs.

He actually regarded the word "death" as nothing, and when the clothes on his chest faced the word "death" with the mysterious power, the word "death" also became a ripple.

Crush it on the spot!

It seemed to be strangled by an invisible sword thought, and the surging power was not even exploded, and all of them were taken into the eight masters' bodies.

As the cold sound settled, the eight masters passed by one step, and the afterimages disappeared.

Everyone retreated and moved to the city.

He has stepped into a city!

"Rareless, unrestrained, so unrestrained..."

The fat judge jumped into the coffin, and it seemed that no ghost here dared to disobey its will.

Immediately, the huge judge in my hand danced repeatedly, spitting everywhere, and scolding:

"The outsiders of the underworld, a despicable guest in the world, received an oracle as an invitation to the Lord. Now, not only does he not obey, but he still speaks crazy..."

"Noisy."

Eight masters raised their sleeves and pointed out with one point.

Bang!

Above the ten cities in the underworld, a black line suddenly broke through the sky.

When the wind and sound exploded, the fat judge on the coffin was petrified in the distant coffin, the crooked crown on his head had been shattered, and most of the skull had been lifted away.

Green blood and brain matter splattered upwards, flowing through the forehead, eyelids and cheeks, and in the blink of an eye, the face was flowing all over.

The fat-headed and big-eared monster was stunned. In its world, no ghost seemed to dare to attack him.

So I forgot for a moment, at this time, should I be angry or counterattack first?

"It's a laughing joke."

"Get back and tell Hua Changdeng that you will either come out to see me by yourself, or today's Shenting Guard..."

The eight masters were familiar with each other, and their eyes were condensed in their eyes, and their eyes swept toward the ten cities with filthy red patterns on their eyebrows, "The chicken and the dog are restless."

Obviously, no ghost cares about his words.

"Judge!"

"The judge urged him?!"

In the Ten City Hall, the Ten Palace Master Yan’s eyes were anxious.

Even the black and white evil spirits holding the hook and sickle in his hand and hooking the gate of Fengdu could not help but approach the judge's body.

"Wow……"

The fat judge let out a scream, as if he was anxious and angry, and as if he was completely annoyed.

Its chubby big hand stroked its head, and it was like stroking its bangs. The broken skull was immediately generated, and the wound was healed as before.

A touch immediately.

The blood on the face was erased.

Only the face of a beast with his eyes that were so angry that he was so angry that he had sharp teeth and fierce cheeks. He swung the judge's pen in his hand, leaving a sentence, and turned around and lie back into the coffin:

"Kill him."

The Lord of the Ten Palaces of Yan was stunned, and the two evil spirits of black and white were stunned.

The eight strong men under the coffin were all stagnant and wanted to speak but stopped.

At this moment, a slim figure in green clothes rushed out from the gate of Fengdu, holding a bowl in his hand, covering his face with a gauze:
To be continued...