Chapter 1432

A light seal, carrying the power of terror, hit Youshi. The power carried by the immortal tattoo seal poured down, making Youshi tremble and cough up blood.

Its whole huge body, like a small missile, tilted into the earth below.

Qin Feng looked down at Youshi indifferently: "the hell is Yinling, but the strength is so."

Hearing Qin Feng's words, you Shiqi sprayed blood again. It raised its head, stared at Qin Feng, and said ferociously, "you know nothing about the power of the hell."

"I know your power clearly." Qin Feng said indifferently, and his fingers darkened slightly.

A big energy hand claps down at Youshi.

Boom!

The earth trembled violently, big hands fell, and huge cracks spread.

"You also know nothing about my power." the cold voice suddenly sounded in your ears. Youshi strangely appeared behind Qin Feng. A ghost face was full of ferocity and killing intention.

"I said, your strength is nothing more than that." Qin Feng did not panic at all and put his hands together.

"Go to hell!"

"The vision of God!"

Youshi roared and gathered all his strength on his fist and blew it at Qin Feng's head. It was confident that as long as this fist could hit Qin Feng, he would die if he had many means.

However, his fist was only half a meter away from Qin Feng's head, and his attack suddenly stopped. Even his whole body was frozen and frozen by a mysterious force.

Bear!

Wujimiao fire surged out of Qin Feng and burned the increasing strength on his fist.

"Your strength is really just like this." Qin Feng didn't turn back, and the limitless fire surged away towards the frozen Youshi.

Pooh! Pooh

Rockets were inserted into Youshi's body, and then, like an iron chain, blocked Youshi from inside to outside.

"Ah..."

When you are full of flames and painful wails, you can't suppress the combustion of limitless fire even if the black energy flows.

"Xiaobai, what they said is true." seeing this, Qin Feng smiled happily.

I once talked about this topic with big black dog and little white cat.

They believe that people in the underworld can no longer be regarded as normal creatures and should be regarded as Yin spirits. What Yin spirits fear most is the power from heaven and earth to Yang.

The limitless Miao fire is definitely the top power in Zhigang and Zhiyang, because it is a natural spiritual fire, which absolutely has a certain restraint relationship with the spirit of the hell.

Soon, Youshi was burned to ashes.

The spirit of heaven level still died in Qin Feng's hands.

However, Qin Feng didn't have the slightest joy on his face, because he knew that these were just the first soldiers and real experts, who had not yet appeared.

Qin Feng looked down at the entrance of the hell gate and resisted the impulse to rush in.

"Ha ha! I didn't expect that in this life, the world still has some power to stop me." after a long time, a gentle laughter suddenly came from the door of hell.

Qin Feng's pupils contracted and instinctively shot out. At the same time, an old man appeared in the place where he had previously stood.

The old man has sparse hair and lives on crutches. His teeth are almost falling off. He is old and out of shape.

The rotten smell on him was very strong, but Qin Feng noticed a strong smell of danger on him.

This feeling is no less than that of Lanyuan.

"Are you infinitely close to the spirit?" Qin Feng took a deep breath. The spirit of this level has exceeded the range he can bear.

The old man glanced around, and his smiling face didn't change at all.

"Have those Guardian races died? Well! They really can't feel their power." the old man nodded slightly and looked at Qin Feng: "you can call me... Divine messenger!"

For a moment, Qin Feng's hair stood upright, like the feeling that his prey was stared at by excellent hunters.

A wave of depression and suffocation enveloped him.

"Since they are gone, then... The hell should be born."

Whoosh, the old man disappeared.

Qin Feng's pupil suddenly shrinks to the size of a needle. He is stiff. Even moving is very difficult. He can only watch the old man kill him.

But just then, the sound of the sword rang through.

The old man suddenly changed his face, raised his crutch and swung it at the void.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the crutch in the old man's hand broke directly, and he also flew out with an ugly and unbelievable face.

"How is it possible for the sword cultivator family? This family has long been destroyed in the famine, and there can be no survivors."

As a messenger of the underworld, I don't know how many years he has lived. He was also a participant in the flood and famine war. He was sure that although the underworld was finally defeated, the sword cultivators had disappeared from the world, and there could be no survivors.

Qin Feng's heart was shocked. The black robed man he met that day was actually the sword cultivator's family and the guardian family.

"You are not a member of the underground government?" Qin Feng stared at the mysterious man in black and said.

"Ha ha!" the black robed man smiled faintly, lifted his cloak and revealed a young face as rich as jade, but with a sickly pale face. He looked at Qin Feng and said with a smile: "my name is Lu Hengchuan, the only survivor of the sword cultivator family."

"Then why did you..."

"Force the hell to be born in advance." Lu Hengchuan sighed and said to Qin Feng, "I can feel that you are not an ordinary person. Your existence has a great impact on the present and future generations, so you can't die."

Lu Hengchuan looked at Zhao Xiaoyu with deep eyes, then came to the gate of hell and smiled brightly: "the tenth vice hall Lord of hell, do you still have to hide today?"

Soon after his voice fell, a indifferent voice came: "sword cultivator, sure enough, we didn't die. We made a mistake."

A dark figure suddenly appeared in the sky. He stared at Hengchuan and said, "however, in this battle, guarding the family will completely withdraw from the stage of history."

"Do you really have this ability?" Lu Hengchuan smiled faintly. At this moment, the sword rang through the world.

Bear!

Suddenly, it seemed that there was a rising heart fire, and a fire of hope spread. In the dead world, the fire of hope soared into the air, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the light.

"Lantern clan... Is back?" the main face of the auxiliary hall changed slightly.

At the horizon, a young man came, as if he had come step by step. In the blink of an eye, he stopped in front.

This is a tall young man with a warm smile on his face and a bronze lamp in his hand. At the wick, the flame flickers like a firefly, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

But in fact, it has a long-standing vitality.

"The bronze lamp was finally... Lit again." the young man looked at the cluster of flames with deep pain and sadness on his face. This was the sacrifice of countless ethnic groups, which just brought him a short reappearance.

When!

At this moment, the bell finally rang out.

The silent sword idea reappears in the world.

Extinguish the bronze lamp for thousands of years and bloom the fire again.

The bell of all souls' prayer finally rang through again.