The surging energy enveloped Jiang Wenming. The power was like fine wine. It was warm when it first came into contact. As time went by, it began to get hotter.
Jiang Wenming only felt that his whole body was extremely hot, as if he was in a furnace, and the blood was like insects constantly drilling into his body.
"Huntian Ling!"
Jiang Wenming summoned Huntian Ling to wrap himself up to isolate the surrounding blood.
The burning sensation gradually lessened a bit.
"This blood is so replenishing, I almost burst from it as soon as I touched it."
Feeling the restless power inside his body, Jiang Wenming was shocked.
But then I thought about it, it doesn't matter if I can't absorb it, I can put it away first. Whether I use it later or give it as a gift, it is definitely a good gift.
Others dare not say it, but at least he can be sure that the generals will definitely like this thing.
The mutton-fat jade purification bottle was absorbing blood from the heart like crazy, so the bottle mouth was just pointed at the blood vessel to catch it.
As the blood decreased, Jiang Wenming gradually saw the surrounding environment clearly.
In the center of this ventricle, something seems to be glowing.
You don't have to think about it to know that it is a treasure.
Jiang Wenming quickly ran over and tore open the flesh membrane with his hands, only to see a golden key embedded in the flesh.
"Damn it! No way, what a coincidence?"
Jiang Wenming looked at the key and was completely shocked, excited, ecstatic, and with a hint of disbelief.
The key to creation!
This is the fifth Key of Creation!
After his mind was stunned for a second, he quickly reached out his palm and took the key of creation.
If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.
Originally I just wanted to weaken Typhon, but I didn't expect to get the Key of Creation in advance by accident.
After he pulled out the Key of Creation, Typhon's heart suddenly exploded, and Jiang Wenming was caught off guard by the explosion.
My whole body felt like it had exploded, and there was no part of my body that was not in pain.
Fortunately, he was protected by Hun Tian Ling, which blocked most of the damage for him, otherwise this blow would definitely blow him to pieces.
However, despite this, his bones and tendons were broken by the explosion, making it difficult for him to even move.
"Help me fix my bones!"
Jiang Wenming used his last bit of strength to issue orders to Hun Tianling and Qiankun Circle.
Huntian Ling grew rapidly and tied him into a rice dumpling, while the Qiankun Circle suddenly grew larger, forming a ring that kept rotating around Jiang Wenming.
Typhon outside suddenly let out a wail, and his body collapsed.
The flames on his body began to dim a little, and his breath became weaker.
At first, Tenth Palace Yama thought he was deliberately exposing his flaws, but after observing for a while, he finally confirmed that there was indeed a problem with the other party.
Although they don't know what happened, it is always a good thing for them.
"The gate of hell is open, strangers should avoid it!"
A tower slowly rises from the underworld, with the three characters "Ghost Gate" written on it!
Yama of the Tenth Palace held the chain and pulled Typhon's body to the gate of hell.
A shrill suona sound sounded.
Lines of ghost soldiers stood on both sides of the city gate and started playing suonas.
The two commanders, Black and White, were standing in front holding chains, obviously they had been waiting for a long time.
"I am the son of the God of Hell. What do you ants want to do to me?"
Typhon now has no heart and his strength is greatly reduced, and he can only threaten with words.
"The son of the god of hell?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"The Emperor asked you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch!"
"You, the prince of the underworld, since you have come to our underworld, I will definitely not treat you badly."
"With your status, it would be too inappropriate for you to enter the eighteenth level of hell. How about going to the nineteenth level for fun?"
It was only at this moment that Lord Yan of the Tenth Hall finally relaxed.
This is the underworld, the territory of Emperor Fengdu and Empress Houtu. No matter what your status is, as long as you come here, you have to wait for them to fall.
Now that Empress Houtu has not returned, all matters must be obeyed by Emperor Fengdu.
This boss is different from Empress Houtu, who is kind and compassionate to all living beings and will give everyone a chance to change their ways.
But Emperor Fengdu hates evil as much as he hates evil, and he dislikes people who do evil the most.
No matter what your status is, if you come here and don’t peel off your skin and grow your memory, you won’t know that good deeds and evil deeds will eventually be repaid!
An emperor wearing a black dragon robe appeared from the tower.
The ten great kings of hell and those evil soldiers and ghosts all bowed and saluted.
"I've met Emperor Fengdu!"
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Emperor Fengdu waved his hand and everyone stood up.
"Typhon, as a half-step saint, you don't want to imitate your ancestors and protect all living beings, but instead hinder the gods from participating in the war. Do you know your sin!"
Emperor Fengdu asked condescendingly.
"Who do you think you are, you dare to judge me, but I..."
"Be bold!"
"presumptuous!"
King Qin Guang and King Samsara shouted angrily at the same time.
"You're just ants, when I recover, I will crush you and throw you all into the Tarros Hell, where you will suffer the burning pain of hell fire."
Typhon looked at the two men disdainfully and threatened.
"Where are the bull-headed and horse-faced faces?"
Emperor Fengdu called out.
"exist!"
NiuTou and MaMian walked out of the team.
"Slap! Let him wake up!"
"yes!"
Two people with an ox head and a horse face came out carrying a mace more than ten meters long.
When the audience outside the venue saw this scene, they were immediately frightened into silence.
This was the first time they heard that Zhang Zui used this thing.
The mace was more than ten meters long, and the sharp spikes on it, as well as the powerful and burly figures of the two of them, were attractive.
This stick can't kill someone!
The two men with the bull head and the horse face don't care what everyone thinks, their duties are similar to those of the policemen in the yamen.
It is specially used to punish prisoners!
He picked up the mace and aimed it at Typhon's mouth.
At first Typhon didn't take it seriously at all. He was physically very strong, not to mention the mace, even the diamond could not break his defense.
But when the mace fell, an unbearable pain hit him.
"Ah~"
"boom!"
"Ah~"
"boom!"
As soon as Typhon screamed, he was beaten back with a stick. He screamed and was beaten again!
After just a dozen sticks, Typhon's whole body became sluggish.
When he looked at the sticks in the hands of the bull-headed and horse-faced people again, there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
"Can you talk properly now?"
Seeing that Typhon was quite honest, Emperor Fengdu asked again.
This is a specially made torture instrument, specifically designed to attack the soul. The most important thing is that the torture instruments in the underworld are the kind that hurt people, but will never kill them.
After all, God has the virtue of good people, and they are trying to save people to do good, not to kill people.
It doesn't matter if you don't obey, just beat you until you obey. Anyway, there is no difference between the evil soldiers and ghosts in their underworld, they just have enough patience.
There is plenty of time to spend with you!
If I don’t re-train you into a little white flower, wouldn’t it mean that you are dirtying the path of reincarnation?
"I ask you again, do you know your guilt?"
