Gu Qingshan stood in hell.
He held the prison-suppressing ghost king's staff and said softly: "The barrier collapsed."
"Secret Technique of the Scepter: The barrier collapses. The ghost king holding the scepter will automatically master this secret method, open the eighteen levels of hell, and liberate all the dead."
The ground began to shake violently.
Silently, the barrier that imprisoned the eighteen levels of hell disappeared.
Time passes slowly.
At a certain moment, at the foot of Datiewei Mountain and on the shallow bank of Wangchuan River, a giant appeared.
There were no ghosts to scold him, and no gods to watch over him. He just walked from the Wangchuan River to Datiewei Mountain step by step.
He comes from skinning hell.
The water of the River of Forgetfulness embraced him warmly.
Yes, he is a dead person, a deceased person. Wangchuan will not kill him and cannot kill him.
A second giant appears.
The third giant.
Humanity appears.
Asura brandished his weapons.
The beast kings roared.
The demon flew into the sky.
Followed by strange looking chaotic creatures.
Dozens of dead people stood in the river.
Behind the dozens of dead people, the dead people covering the entire Wangchuan River came out of the river.
In the eighteenth level of hell, billions of dead people emerged from the water one after another.
In the bloody hell, Gu Qingshan whispered one word.
"superior."
The dead are moving.
They rushed to the Chakravartin Temple.
Just after running a few steps, a colorful shadow fell from the sky, cutting the dead who had just landed ashore into flying ashes.
The colorful spear took action.
But for both parties, this is just the beginning.
The endless and vast river of the dead rushed towards the Wheel-Turning Temple.
brush!
Another colorful spear shadow flashed past.
Tens of thousands of the dead were killed in one blow.
But it does not matter!
The moment they dissipated, more dead people appeared in their original locations.
All the dead ran towards the Temple of the Wheel like crazy.
They are fearless.
The pain of being mutilated is just an ordinary punishment in hell.
As for death, death is to them nothing more than falling into deep sleep.
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 strides forward. The colorful shadows flew over his body, killing him and even 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 Rotating Temple.
He laughed and shouted: "Trash, what will happen if you kill me!"
As if he could understand this sentence, the colorful spears suddenly erupted.
The sharp lines of endless colorful images fill the entire underworld.
Surrounding the entire sacred mountain, tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dead died in large swaths.
Gu Qingshan put his hand on the skull of the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff and whispered: "Come again."
He activated the Secret of the Wand: Source of the Dead.
All the sleeping dead wake up immediately.
Throughout the eighteen levels of hell, every dead person who was killed immediately got up from the hell and rushed towards the River of Forgetfulness again.
Surrounding the iron mountain, the entire River of Forgetfulness has turned into 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 new ones stepped over them and moved forward.
From the sky, it looks like a group of unyielding ants, slowly approaching their target.
Looking at this scene, Shan Nu sighed: "I didn't expect these villains from hell to work so hard."
Gu Qingshan said: "In all wars, whether soldiers fight willingly or are forced to fight helplessly, there is a huge difference in the combat effectiveness they can unleash."
"Is this also the purpose of your fair dealings with them?"
Gu Qingshan smiled and murmured: "It makes people sacrifice their lives and does not give them any benefits. Who is willing to go all out? What's more, this is hell, and villains do not have a noble spirit of sacrifice."
Shan Nu said in agreement: "If there is such an unrealistic situation, only the protagonist in the fantasy can drive others for no reason."
The foot of Datiewei Mountain.
The dead were still running like crazy.
Gradually, the dead began to use their brains to come up with new ways to get closer to the Temple of the Wheel.
They no longer rushed over, but kept changing directions and moving towards the temple.
They ran, jumped, rolled on the ground, crawled, and walked in a zigzag pattern.
They spread out and flew high into the sky, trying to get closer to the Temple of the Wheel from every angle.
This time, the frequency of the colorful spear shadows could not keep up.
No matter how powerful it is, it cannot persist in releasing the colorful spear shadows forever.
It is even less likely that the spear shadow will fill every void forever.
Yes, its power is to kill gods and demons.
But using this unparalleled power to kill the dead who will never die is a wasteful and thankless task.
It's like blasting mosquitoes with a starry sky cannon, it's completely useless.
Time passes slowly.
The dead sacrificed their lives to attack the Temple of the Wheel.
The colorful spear shadows 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 tired?" Gu Qingshan asked.
Wangchuan Soul Lift Hook said: "The original power of the artifact is soul power. No matter how powerful it is, using the spear shadow will consume soul power."
Di Jian also said: "Even if this kind of consumption is pitifully small for it, it is still consumption."
Gu Qingshan held the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff and closed his eyes to sense hell.
A few hours have passed, and less than one thousandth of the dead have fallen asleep in the eighteen levels of hell.
It seems that there is no need to even use the "Origin of the Dead" again.
"I feel relieved to hear you say that." Gu Qingshan said.
Several more hours passed.
The dead rushed towards the temple tirelessly.
They cheered, jumped, and rushed to meet death.
The dead even started competing to see who could cover the farthest distance.
Handicaps and odds have been opened in every hell.
These villains risked their own deaths and competed with each other for some benefits.
They enjoy it.
Sometimes, they also look at personal merit.
The merit of each deceased person is slowly increasing.
Those who died who worked the hardest 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 gain merit.
The personal merit calculator tells them that if they succeed, they will have an astronomical amount of merit.
The more merit you have, the more benefits you will get after reincarnation.
The appearance, chance, status, wealth, etc. that you have at birth are all based on merit.
Billions of dead people cheered loudly and went to death with passion.
The colorful spears continued to kill for several hours, but the number of the dead never decreased, but became more and more.
Looking down from the sky, I saw the dead people surrounding the iron mountain getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.
At a certain moment, Gu Qingshan stood up and gently said to the scepter: "Charge."
The billions of dead people suddenly burst into roars.
They began to exert all their strength and sprint towards the Temple of Wheels.
——It turns out that the dead have been secretly accumulating numbers. They had maintained a certain number of people and harassed them continuously, but they were just playing with the colorful spears.
The entire encirclement suddenly shrank.
The dead were running like wild horses regardless of life and death, regardless of whether they were in front of them, like spear shadows or other people.
Buzz!
The colorful spear erupted with an angry buzz.
It stopped attacking.
It wasn't that it was showing mercy, but that the attacks of the dead were getting faster and harder, and they finally broke through its blockade and rushed into the Temple of the Rotation.
In the sky, the colorful shadows completely disappeared.
The spear gave up doing useless work again.
It lost.
