Chapter 1511： hell execution

The strength of Yan Wanglong has obviously reached a level comparable to that of the sword spirit dragon, and there are not many gods who can survive from its claws.

Marquis Lu waved the soul flag in his hand, and a dead basalt dragon appeared in the soul flag. It confronted Yan Wanglong head-on, but it was still like a mustard in the gust of wind and was shot and flew out by the majestic claws of Yan Wanglong!

Nine secluded waters poured down, like a hole in the sky, the Milky Way fell, but at the bottom of the boundless ground is an ancient Pluto dragon. The magic flame flowing on it is enough to form a vast ocean of purgatory. In front of it is nothing but a group of ghost moths, mayflies in the underworld!

Lu Hou kept waving the dragon flag in his hand. He showed what he had learned all his life. As the corona-level **** here, he was the only one who could stand up and resist, while others were already in the surging underworld. The drowning in the flame, the burning of the burning, the broken broken...

But no matter how Luhou waved the soul flag, his behavior was no different from that of a mortal man fiddling with sails on a bamboo raft. Facing the ruthlessness and shame of the sea, it was impossible for the tattered sails to keep him safe and sound! !

Yan Wanglong's offensive is getting more and more turbulent, its eyes are more dazzling than the sun and the moon, it tramples again and again, the wrath of Hades is enough to subvert an entire underworld, and hundreds of millions of Yin spirits escape like birds and beasts!

The sea of flames surged higher and higher, almost separating from the bottom layer!

At this time, Lu Hou, who was still stubbornly resisting, looked at him, but he saw a white desert under the rolling sea of flames! !

How could the underworld be a desert under the sea of fire? ? ?

Just when Lu Hou felt confused and frightened, the Yin Spirit Immortal Master screamed like a madman! !

"It's a bone...it's a bone, it's a desert made up of hundreds of millions of skeletons annihilated by the Dragon King of Hell!!" Yin Ling Xianshi slumped on the ground and kept crawling backwards, "The rumors are true, the rumors are true!! "

There is a desert at the bottom of the underworld, which was caused by the King of Hell smashing the enemy's bones into ashes! !

For hundreds of years, Yama Dragon has been slaughtering constantly in the underworld. Its current status and strength are precisely because of its constant battles in the underworld!

Its dragon flame has become a sea of fire in the underworld, and its spoils are spread on the bottom of the underworld, turning into a white desert buried under the flames! !

"So... we will also become a piece of sand in the desert??" The red-robed Taoist said in horror.

"Impossible!! Impossible!! We are the Holy God of Xuantian, the Immortal Monarch and the Gods that are supported by the gods!!" Lu Hou suddenly roared loudly.

The fine white sand in the Bone Desert...

This is the final fate of their pretentious gods!

Yan Wanglong opened his mouth and suddenly bit on the body of Xuanwu Dead Dragon!

The Xuanwu Dead Dragon was bitten by the waist!

Half of its body was in Yan Wanglong's throat and slid down the esophagus, while the other half of its body fell directly in front of Luhou!

The big difference between the pastoral dragon master and the soul flag master is that even if the real dragon soul released by the soul flag master is wiped out, it will not affect the soul flag master at all.

But when Xuanwu Dead Dragon was paralyzed in front of him, Lu Hou also seemed to have suffered the backlash from his soul. His whole body twitched violently, and his entire face was as pale as paper.

His legs were trembling, and he couldn't stand still.

Lu Hou slowly moved his eyes to Zhu Minglang, his eyes were no longer arrogant and arrogant, but more pitiful and pleading.

"Shangxian... We have offended Shangxian somewhere, please be sure to point it out for us, maybe you won't be able to forgive us in this life, but your instructions will be imprinted on our souls, and if there is an afterlife, we will never dare to confront us again. Immortal is a little disrespectful, I implore the immortal to give us some inspiration!" Lu Hou put down all his arrogance and pleaded humbly.

"Have you misunderstood yourself?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"I have realized my ignorance and stupidity. There are mountains outside the mountains, there are people outside the people, and there are sky outside the sky. It is the villain who sits in the well and looks at the sky. I don't know that a **** like you is staring at me. I just ask for some instructions from you. You won't have any complaints if you are a cow or a horse!" Lu Hou said.

"Afterlife?? You actually think that you have an afterlife, hehe, in this **** of the eighteen kinds of torture purgatory, your souls will never be reborn here, this is my revelation to your Soul Banner Master!!" Zhu Minglang was cold said.

"No, no, no, no, no, we can abolish our cultivation, we can reform, we can do whatever you want, I just ask you to give us a chance to reincarnate!!"

"The moment you became the Soul Banner Master, you knew the sins you committed against the dragon spirit. The dragon used to be our totem and our **** of protection. The reason why the human race can continue in the dangerous and perilous age is that it will not be humiliated. It is the kindness of dragons that has become the food of the ancient demons... There are thousands of scum in the world, none of which is as bad as your soul flag master!! You won't get any mercy from me, let alone anything from God. Forgiveness, you only need to taste this similar torture in this underworld purgatory, but even in the underworld purgatory that makes you terrified, the pain is not as much as one-tenth of what your Soul Banner Master did to the living dragon!" Zhu Minglang said coldly. said.

With a wave of his hand Zhu Minglang no longer has the patience to accompany these residues, Yan Wanglong slowly raised its wings, and the wings of the death scythe instantly covered the underworld, like a A gigantic guillotine hangs over the heads of every sinner who has been branded with the fear of Hades. The struggle is meaningless, and the same result is the same if you flee thousands of miles away! !

"Crack!!!! Kick!!!! Kick!!!!!! Kick!!!!!!!"

The heads fell one by one, and the Soul Banner Master of Luhou's faction was beheaded cleanly by Yan Wanglong!

Their bodies rolled into the sea of fire, and after several layers of underworld flames, they finally turned into white bones, and fell into the white desert of Yan Wanglong!

Their souls are soaked in the water of the Nine Netherworlds, and the water of the Nine Netherworlds will transport them to different layers of the underworld and purgatory. According to the sins contaminated by their souls, they will be assigned to different torture instruments!

In fact, they are very familiar with the torture methods of their souls, because they also use this method to enslave dragon souls, and torture them in various ways when they are still living dragons, causing the living dragons to become The dragon of the ghosts, throw the dragon of the ghosts into the soul-shavering punishment again and again, cut the huge dragon souls to the size of the flag of their soul flag, and at the same time cooperate with the ancient curse nails to kill them. Deadly locked in the soul flag, using various methods such as whipping, piercing the heart, piercing the skull, skinning, etc., to stimulate the anger and hatred of the dragon soul again and again, so that the dragon flag can maintain a strong enough spiritual energy!