Go back to Huan and go upstairs, killing a demon in almost every ten steps.
After a cursory glance, I saw that on the fourth floor of the Eight Immortals Tower, there was a statue of various beasts, which seemed to be a fountain.
On the fifth floor, there are small warehouses classified into different categories. I don’t know what is stored there.
The sixth floor was the familiar Qibei floor, but this time, he did not enter the Nawus Colosseum again, but went directly to the large room where the soul pot was stored.
Sure enough, the ten ghost cars were in the middle of the room, arguing with themselves, while seven or eight hands were busy.
There are countless empty soul pots scattered on the ground. The job of this ghost car seems to be to collect the soul of the person who just died.
After a person dies, his life soul is destroyed and his soul is going to the bliss. Only his soul has nowhere to go. It will either dissipate with the wind one day, or it will be stored like this and used for various heretical and evil techniques.
Of course, in theory, if the soul of mind still exists, there is actually a possibility of resurrection for the person.
Therefore, a big reason why he chose to leave Fenli Town before returning to the world was because he actually found his mother's soul pot here.
If he died here because of [Putu], then he, his second brother Bona, and his mother would all lose hope of living at the same time.
But he still managed to get here. After all, there are 30,000 soul pots here, and 30,000 souls who have been tortured and don't know what they will suffer in the end.
It was impossible to pretend not to hear the screams, shouts, and cries for help.
On the way here, Hui Huan had decided to stay and save them from the fire and water.
Save yourself even more.
Hui Huan unfolded his fortune and went to kill the ten ghost chariots without saying a word.
Considering that only eight of the ten monsters were left, he handed out sixty-four swords at the same time.
Eight tones, eight directions, eight characters, eight treasures, eight kingdoms, eight formations, eight meridians and eight immortals.
The sword practiced in Hui Huan is a silent sword.
The sixty-four swords were nothing more than two rays of golden light, cutting through the darkness and quickly killing the remaining eight heads of the ghost chariot.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. Gra.
The piercing sound like a carriage sounded again, and the red flight feathers fled in the darkness like a few frightened birds.
"who?"
"...my mother..."
Before the two screams were heard, there were two bang bang sounds of the head falling to the ground.
Of the ten ghost cars, there are still six left.
An old woman's voice sounded: "You kid, you actually made a sneak attack?"
"We meet again, beauty." The wretched man's head was still there.
…
Suddenly, the remaining five mouths started making various noises again.
The man with the beautiful beard spoke last as usual: "Brother, we have no grievances or grudges, so why do we come to you again and again, threatening to kill you?"
"Hey, it's not good to just cut off two heads." Hui Huan fluttered his eyelashes, lowered his golden eyes, and asked again: "Last time I came here, I forgot to ask, what on earth are you going to do with these soul pots? Yes, there are so many soul pots, who are their owners?"
"Want to know? Come into this soul pot and we will tell you slowly!"
Then an empty soul pot came crashing down.
Then the seven or eight hands of the ghost cart swung, and forty or fifty soul pots, either full or empty, flashed with various colors of brilliance, like lamps of yin fire, burning toward Huihuan.
At the same time.
The ghost car took a few steps back, its eighteen wings spread out staggered, and the remaining six appeared at the same time.
The figure didn't look like a bird, but like a huge butterfly.
The ghost car is born from a stolen dream, and the butterfly is born from a drunken dream.
"Joke! What do you think I'm here for?"
After returning to the world, thousands of gold coins turned into thousands of arrows, knocking down the soul pots one by one. Thousands of gold coins flew up from the ground, and the sword was as fast as lightning, and another ghost chariot was shot down.
"Do you think I'm here to snatch these soul pots? I'm here to liberate them!"
Before Hui Huan finished speaking, Wan Jin was still chasing the remaining head of Gui Che, but Qian Jin cut several golden gaps in the darkness.
Three ups and three downs.
With these three swords, hundreds of soul pots were broken, and the sound of tiles breaking and fragments falling to the ground was heard everywhere in the room.
Hundreds of souls of various colors were released at once, as if hundreds of colors of dust were raised at once, which could not be dispersed for a while, floating everywhere, instantly creating a world like an illusion.
This illusion is a lifelong memory for many people.
In no time, they will dissipate into nothingness.
It's as if it never existed.
But it is better than being used by evil immortals, being driven by monsters, and being tortured after death.
This was exactly what Hui Huan was thinking. He knew that he could not save these many people at all, but at least he could free them.
"You...really ruined a good thing!"
Seeing that his calculations were in vain, Gui Che immediately struck back, perhaps because he felt sorry for the shattered soul pots.
Gragla——
The sound made by the ghost car became louder, and its eighteen wings were like eighteen blood-drinking steel knives, slashing diagonally.
Twist in a circle, then slash back.
Graglagragra.
Graglagragra.
One positive and one negative, like six whirring wheels covered with knife points.
Returning to the world without retreating, a golden shield made of ten thousand gold was connected hard, and the two collided, like the sound of drums and horns. For a moment, the golden light was like rain, and the falling feathers were like flowers.
However, Qianjin circled back at this moment, flew his sword straight down, and chopped off another one.
Gui Che was in pain and retreated dozens of steps. Eighteen dark red steel wings protected his whole body, and he did not dare to take any rash action again.
Huihuan Jiang returned the money and asked with a smile: "You haven't answered my question yet?"
As soon as he asked the question, he was about to take action again, but some incredible changes suddenly occurred in the field.
On the dark wall, a soul pot suddenly lit up, then the second one, the third one... the three hundredth one... the third thousandth one...
In an instant, thirty thousand soul pots lit up almost simultaneously, illuminating the room like daylight.
After returning to Huan, I finally saw the appearance of the ugly ghost car, bared my teeth and shook my head.
Are the souls in these soul pots helping me?
He summoned thousands of gold, and was about to go forward and kill the ten heads of this ghost chariot.
However, that was not the case. Hui Huan had only taken half a step when the voice in his head that sounded like a thousand cuts suddenly sounded.
Hui Huan had a splitting headache and half-knelt on the floor.
Thirty thousand soul pots suddenly shook together and made a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Roaring, yelling and begging.
Hui Huan stopped, and he finally heard clearly what the voice that had been giving him a headache was saying.
Kill us and let us die again.
Ever since Huihuan broke the first soul pot without hesitation, these 30,000 souls have finally waited for this day.
"Don't argue." Hui Huan gritted his teeth and endured his headache. "Don't argue. I will help you. Let me kill this monster first."
Thirty thousand voices, silent together.
"It seems that I already have the answer."
A trace of blood flashed through Hui Huan's pale golden pupils, and the huge amount of money soared into the air, turning into two sledgehammers.
Bang, bang, two hammers went down.
Of the eighteen steel wings, at least seven were broken.
哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐——
On the cloud platform on the top floor, someone couldn't sit still.
A green-skinned fat man appeared behind Poppin Achebe. His face was full of holes. He opened his mouth to speak, and saliva flew everywhere.
"I'll go."
"No, let's go together." Achebe hung up his veil with some disgust, stood up and smiled.
