Chapter 417 Charge
Gu Qing Shan is standing in hell.
Holding the prison-suppressing ghost king stick, he said softly, "The enchantment has collapsed."
"Secret of the scepter: The enchantment collapses, and the ghost king holding the scepter will be able to automatically master this secret technique, open the eighteen layers of hell, and liberate all the dead."
The earth began to shake violently.
Silently, the barrier that imprisoned the eighteenth hell disappeared.
Time passed slowly.
At a certain moment, a giant appeared at the foot of Datiewei Mountain, on the shoal shore of Wangchuan River.
No ghosts reprimanded him, and no gods took care of him, so he walked from the Wangchuan River to the Datiewei Mountain step by step.
He came from skinning hell.
The water of the Forgotten River hugged him warmly.
Yes, he is a dead person, a dead person, Wang Chuan will not kill him, nor can he kill him.
The second giant appeared.
The third giant.
Humans appear.
Asura wielded a weapon.
The beastmasters roared.
The devil flew into the sky.
Then came the strange looking chaotic creatures.
Dozens of dead stood in the river.
Behind the dozens of deceased, the deceased that covered the entire Wangchuan came out of the river.
In the eighteenth hell, hundreds of millions of dead people have emerged one after another.
In the blood sea hell, Gu Qingshan spit out a word softly.
"superior."
The dead moved.
They rushed towards the Temple of the Wheel.
Just after running a few steps, a colorful shadow fell from the sky, smashing the dead who had just landed into flying ashes.
Colorful spear, it shot.
But for both parties, this is just the beginning.
The endless rivers of the dead rushed to the Wheel Temple.
brush!
Another colorful spear shadow flashed.
Tens of thousands of dead were killed in one blow.
But it's alright!
The moment they dissipated, more dead appeared in their original positions.
All the dead ran to the Temple of Rotation like crazy.
They are fearless.
The pain of being cut off is just an ordinary punishment in hell.
As for death, death to them is nothing but slumber.
The dead are not afraid of death at all!
No matter how powerful the colorful spear shadows are, they cannot shake their determination.
A giant charged forward. The colorful shadow flew over his body head-on, killing him and even the countless giants behind him.
But before that, the giant had already grabbed a handful of the dead and threw them in the direction of the Temple of Rotation.
He laughed and roared: "Trash, what can you do if you kill me!"
Seemingly able to understand this sentence, the colorful spear suddenly erupted.
Infinitely colorful images with sharp lines fill the entire Huangquan world.
Around the entire sacred mountain, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of dead people died in large numbers.
Gu Qingshan put his hand on the skull of the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Scepter and said softly, "Come again."
He launched the Secret of Wands: The Origin of the Dead.
All slumbering dead wake up at once.
In the entire eighteenth hell, every dead person who was killed immediately climbed up from the hell and rushed to Wangchuan again.
Surrounding the Datiewei Mountain, the entire Wangchuan River has become a sea of the dead.
The colorful spear looked down, speeding up the frequency of attacks.
Spear shadows appeared one after another.
The dead fell one by one, and a new one stepped over them and moved forward.
From the sky, it looks like a group of unyielding ants, slowly approaching the target.
Looking at this scene, Shan Nu sighed: "I never imagined that these hellish villains would work so hard."
Gu Qingshan said: "In all wars, soldiers are willing to fight, or they are forced to fight helplessly.
"Is this also the purpose of your fair dealing with them?"
Gu Qingshan smiled and murmured: "It makes people sacrifice their lives and does not benefit others, who is willing to go all out? What's more, this is hell, the villains will not have a lofty spirit of sacrifice."
Shan Nu agreed: "If there is such an unrealistic situation, only the protagonist in a fantasy novel can drive others for no reason."
The foot of Datiewei Mountain.
The dead are still running like crazy.
Gradually, the deceased began to use their brains and came up with some new ways to approach the Temple of Rotation.
They no longer rushed across, but kept changing directions to move towards the temple.
They ran, jumped, rolled on the ground, crawled forward, and walked in a "zigzag" shape.
They scattered and flew high into the sky, trying to approach the Temple of the Wheel from every angle.
This time, the frequency of the colorful spear shadows couldn't keep up.
No matter how powerful it is, it cannot persistently emit colorful spear shadows forever.
It is even less likely that the spear shadow will forever fill every void.
Yes, its power is able to kill gods and demons.
But this kind of unparalleled power, used to kill the dead who will never die, is a waste and thankless thing.
This is like bombarding mosquitoes with a star cannon, which is completely ineffective.
Time passed slowly.
The deceased slammed into the Temple of Rotation at the cost of their lives.
The colorful spear shadow attacked them without giving up.
in hell.
"I've always been curious, the Seven-Colored Spear used so much power to kill the dead, isn't it tiring?" Gu Qingshan asked.
Wang Chuan said from the soul hook: "The original power of an artifact is soul power. No matter how powerful it is, using the spear shadow will also consume soul power."
Earth Sword also said: "Even if this consumption is pitiful for it, it is still consumption."
Gu Qingshan held the prison-suppressing ghost king stick and closed his eyes to sense hell.
Several hours have passed, and less than one thousandth of the dead have fallen asleep in the eighteenth hell.
It seems that there is no need to use "Origin of the Dead" again.
"I'm relieved to hear what you said." Gu Qing Shan said.
Several hours passed.
The dead raced tirelessly towards the temple.
They cheered, jumped, and scrambled to meet death.
The dead even start a race to see who can dash the farthest.
Markets and odds are offered from every hell.
The villains wagered their own deaths, fighting each other for some good.
They are having fun.
Sometimes they also look at personal merit.
The merit of each deceased is slowly increasing.
The deceased who did their best had the fastest increase in merit.
After all, this is to save the Six Realms, so as long as they really work hard, they will have merit.
The personal merit calculator told them that, if successful, there would be an astronomical amount of merit.
The more merit, the more benefits you will get after reincarnation.
The appearance, opportunity, status, wealth, etc. that you have at birth are all based on merit.
The billions and billions of dead people cheered and died with passion.
The seven-colored spears killed several hours in succession, and the number of the dead never decreased, but increased.
Looking down from the sky, I saw the deceased around Datiewei Mountain getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.
At a certain moment, Gu Qingshan stood up and said lightly to the scepter: "Charge."
Hundreds of millions of dead people suddenly burst into a roar.
They began to sprint with all their strength towards the Wheel Temple.
——It turns out that the deceased have been quietly accumulating numbers, and they have maintained a steady stream of harassment before, but they are just playing with colorful spears.
The entire encircling circle suddenly shrunk.
The dead were running like wild horses, regardless of whether it was Spear Shadow or other people in front of them.
hum!
A resentful hum broke out from the colorful spear.
It stopped the attack.
It's not that it is merciful, but that the frequency of the deceased's impact is getting faster and faster, more and more fierce, finally breaking through its blockade and rushing into the Temple of Rotation.
In the sky, the colorful shadow completely disappeared.
The spear gave up doing useless work again.
It lost.