The Infinite Hell, also known as Avici Hell, is the most vicious, miserable, and desperate place in the Netherworld.
Since ancient times, this place has been a place of chaos. The power of the underworld in the Shinto system is not very strong here. Instead, various separatist forces dominate the land.
Among them, the most powerful one is Wu Jian Gui Xie.
On the Huangquan platform that day, the evil ghost who bombarded Qiu Ping with yin thunder was born in Wujian Guixie.
Nowadays, Wu Jian Guixiao has gotten help from someone unknown, and his strength has increased greatly. He wants to completely occupy Abi Hell, and even set up an underworld to compete with Shinto.
Abi Hell guards the entrance to the Netherworld. If this place loses control, the communication between the Yin and Yang Realms will become very difficult. If you want to enter the Yin Division, you can only enter the Underworld Sea along the underground Yin Spring in the human world, and then enter the upper level of the Netherworld along the Underworld Sea. .
That would be equivalent to going around in a big circle, and it would not be possible to enter on a large scale.
King Mingling stood in the midst of life and death, with no emotional changes visible in his eyes.
This Infernal Demon is nothing more than a chicken and a dog. He doesn't pay attention to it at all. What he worries about is the power behind the other party.
The emperors of Yama in the Yin Division have not taken action until now. Are they being restrained by others? Or... he has surrendered to the enemy, no one can guarantee this.
His thoughts turned in an instant, and he made up his mind in an instant. The Kanyu map in his hand was pressed down heavily, as if the power of the entire world was pressing down on that small area.
The void of Abi Hell kept cracking open, but it quickly closed again.
"King Mingling, now this level of hell is connected to Abibudur. Unless you are willing to use your plan to break through my pagoda, it will be impossible to break through this world within an hour." In the pagoda, continue came the voice.
The other party still had unfinished meaning in what he said. The price for Kantu's forcible attack on Abifutu was that Kantu's map would be damaged.
He knew this, and King Mingling naturally understood it too.
Once an accident occurs in the map, huge loopholes will appear in the divine way of the world, and the price will definitely be far higher than those of the grassroots gods and hundreds of thousands of troops.
The other party had already made a secret plan and had everything figured out.
Now unless Fengchan Mountain and Tianjie take action, things will never turn around.
Ever since Shinto introduced the "lingguan" system and sought reform, Fengchanshan has not had much dealing with King Mingling. Unless King Ming Ling gives up on reform, or the Shinto is in danger of collapse, the group of ancient gods in Fengchan Mountain will definitely be unwilling to take action.
As for the heaven, it only takes them an hour to completely occupy the Abi Hell and transform those gods and soldiers into the ghost officials of the Abi Yin Division.
Even if Heaven reacts by then, the cost and difficulty of attacking again will increase tenfold.
What's more, there are people behind them.
King Mingling didn't reply, but every time he opened a gap, his divine power rushed into Abi Hell along the gap. His divine power shone brightly, killing large swaths of the resentful ghosts.
The warm power contained in his divine power is like suns rising in the endless hell of eternal despair.
Since becoming a god, he has encountered countless crises, some more serious than this.
Even if he couldn't save these gods today, he would try to delay their transformation into the ghost officials of Abi Hell as much as possible.
"Hahaha, King Mingling, you can take action. Those resentful ghosts are born with the aura of purgatory. If Abi is not empty, they will never be able to kill them all." A mocking voice came from the pagoda.
In the past, this Mingling King was a big shot that they could not reach, but now he is being tricked by them.
However, the man in the pagoda did not forget about the business. Infinite black energy spread out from the pagoda and spread towards this level of hell.
The entire Infernal Hell went completely crazy.
Endless resentful ghosts were generated by the world, and when they united together, they were like raging flames in a furnace, frantically killing the creatures inside.
The surface of the huge incense pillar continued to crack, turning into billowing clouds of smoke and integrating into the world.
In this hell of despair and chaos, there is actually a weak force of order emerging.
Once the order was established, the Abi Yin Division was established, and from then on it competed with the Shinto Yin Division.
More and more resentful ghosts are coming to attack, and a large number of shrimps, soldiers and crabs will be killed, and the more than two thousand gods are now less than a thousand.
As the number of resentful ghosts skyrocketed, even Qiu Ping faced life and death crises several times. The space for him to move became smaller and smaller, and he could only rely on the [lubricant technique] to continuously dig in and escape between the gaps.
The most dangerous time just now, the claws of the resentful ghost had already grabbed him, opening a large gash in his body.
At this moment, the golden line behind him is still a long time away from being charged, and there is no way to cross it even if he wants to.
"Are we going to die here today?" Qiu Ping was unwilling to give up after all. Everyone felt that they were the most special.
But looking at this world, I am just as humble as a dust particle and may die in any accident.
"Don't... don't kill me, please. I'm only eight years old this year. I don't want to die yet!" The shrew on the side has already knelt down to beg for mercy, but as long as a resentful ghost comes over, he will run away. His speed was so fast that the resentful ghost couldn't catch up with him.
Of course, once he got rid of the pursuit, he continued to kowtow like garlic.
It's a pity that these resentful ghosts don't have any thoughts that normal creatures should have, so how can they feel compassion.
Just when he was already desperate, Qiu Ping suddenly felt a feeling in his heart.
A very strange feeling.
It was as if there was a breath that resonated with his soul and was constantly approaching him.
Pulled by this aura, he couldn't help but look ahead.
"Guide the ten directions and suppress Abi. Eliminate the filth and become enlightened, and the underworld will be regarded as..." In the pagoda, the voice kept chanting. His main task was to refine the giant pillar of incense and make the entire Abi Hell The vagina is formed.
King Minngling in the distance suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up at the sky.
An extremely terrifying aura was approaching at an extremely fast speed. It seemed to be far away at the last moment, but at the next moment it was already thousands of miles away.
In less than a cup of tea, King Minngling could barely sense the existence of that item.
Its whole body is like a broken monument, with the upper half damaged and the lower half connected to the base. Its body is huge, like a small mountain.
"This... this is..." King Minngling observed it for a while before he recognized that this seemed to be Huangquan Terrace.
However, in his impression, Huangquan Terrace is not a particularly powerful treasure, at least for a being at his level, it is not a rare thing.
Only some Netherworld separatist forces can use it, and they can quickly generate a large number of Yin soldiers as the foundation of the separatist regime.
But the Huangquan Terrace in front of me seemed a little different.
Just when he was confused, Huangquan Terrace had already arrived above the pagoda.
