"Hualala …"
A crisp sound rang out. Feeling the abnormality in his body, Chu Rui immediately recovered from the terrifying and shocking scene. He turned his head and saw that his right hand had been tied up by the thick iron chain. On the other side, the short and fat fanged ghost was holding another chain and was cuffing his left hand.
"F * ck!"
With an angry curse, Chu Rui moved his hand, and the golden Xuanyuan Sword suddenly appeared in his left hand. He swung it fiercely and immediately swept the short and fat fanged ghost away. His body was swept by the sword Qi that contained the power of the Saint Path, and a huge and ferocious wound suddenly appeared on his abdomen.
"Crack!"
The chain made of a special metal that had a special effect on ghosts could not be compared to the sharpness of the Xuanyuan Sword at all. It was cut off in an instant.
"Thank you so much for removing the shackles for me!"
Twisting his neck, Chu Rui sneered at the green-faced fish-eyed ghost who was paralyzed with fear on the ground and was the companion of the short and fat fanged ghost who had been killed by him. He waved his sword unceremoniously and sent him to see the King of Hell. Oh no, he was originally a ghost servant. He should not see the King of Hell after he died. Well, forget it, who cares where he goes. Binding him with shackles for so long like a prisoner made him very unhappy. He had endured it for a long time. Now that he had arrived at his destination, he did not have to be afraid of getting lost, so he would not be polite anymore.
Switching the Xuanyuan Sword to his right hand, Chu Rui massaged his neck with his left hand and twisted his stiff body. Then, he looked at the ghosts and ghost servants who had already seen the situation here. He revealed a ferocious and evil smile.
The sword Qi swept out, and the golden light filled the world. The majestic power of the Saint Path burst out. Under its influence, the vibrating power that contained the power of the Yang turned into a golden brilliance, illuminating a large area with Chu Rui as the center.
The Ghost Realm was the residence of ghosts. Most of the people here were ghost cultivators, and the Ghost Envoys in the Underworld were no exception. Perhaps not all of them were souls, but what they breathed was ghost energy, what they cultivated was ghost arts, and what they absorbed was Yin energy … All of these were innately incompatible with Chu Rui's body of extreme Yang energy. As the saying goes, when two opposing forces meet on a narrow path, the courageous will emerge victorious. When two opposing forces clashed, the stronger and purer one would win.
The fundamental reason why Chu Rui lost to the Ten Kings of Hell before was that they were too strong. Especially when the ten of them joined forces and used a special formation, he could not resist at all. The only thing he could resist was the combination of Time Stop and Space Shatter, which led to the failure of the Six Realms Wheel for special reasons.
However, what Rui was facing now was not the terrifying Ten Kings of Hell. Instead, he was facing these lowly little ghosts who were only in charge of the execution, as well as the low-level Envoys who were barely higher in status than them. He could absolutely crush them!
"Whoosh …"
With a sweep of the sword, the golden Sword Qi burst out, and suddenly, it was a mess.
Rui did not hold back, and with a ruthless slash of his sword, no matter if it was the Sinned Souls imprisoned here or the Envoys of Hell, all of them were included in his killing range. In other words, other than himself, everyone here was an enemy!
"Who, who the hell is tired of living? How dare you make trouble in the Hell of Tongue Ripping!"
A roar filled with suppressed anger suddenly reverberated through the air, causing the faces of the Guilty Souls, Imps, and Messengers who were looking at Chu Rui with fear to instantly turn into one of fear.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the ghost who was more than ten meters tall and covered in armor, Chu Rui narrowed his eyes and did not immediately make a move. He felt an indescribable sense of threat from this guy.
"This king should be asking you this question. Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Hell of Tongue Ripping? Are you tired of living?"
The huge ghost who looked like a general suddenly glared, and a power that contained an extremely violent aura crushed toward Chu Rui.
"This king has always been a very magnanimous person. I'll give you a chance. As long as you hand over the sword in your hand, this king will let bygones be bygones and let you go!"
Without waiting for Chu Rui's reply, the huge ghost of the general stretched out his strange hand, swept it, and immediately grabbed five or six guilty souls. However, they struggled and cried as they begged for mercy, and he directly threw them into his mouth and chewed them.
"Even if they are guilty, they are already paying for their sins by being tortured in this hell. But you actually ate them so directly. Isn't this just causing their souls to scatter? "
Seeing this bastard's actions, Chu Rui's pupils suddenly constricted, and his tone unconsciously turned cold.
"Hahahahaha … How laughable. This king is the ruler of the Hell of Tongue Ripping. What's the big deal about eating a few insignificant guilty souls? In this Hell of Tongue Ripping, there are more than hundreds of millions of guilty souls. This king is only eating them to save resources, and also to allow them to escape this endless torment as soon as possible. … What's more, your merciless sword not only killed this king's brats and ghost servants, but also these guilty souls. Don't tell me their souls aren't scattered? "
The ghost king laughed maniacally, as if snorting disdainfully at Chu Rui's words.
"I don't want to bicker with you. If you want the sword in my hand, come and take it yourself!"
Chu Rui sneered and did not continue the ghost king's words. He killed these sinful souls because he wasn't from this place. He was an invader. Who had ever seen an invader being picky about who they could attack and who they couldn't? On the contrary, since this ghost king was the ruler of the Hell of Tongue Ripping, or rather, the manager, then he had to be responsible for them. However, to be so cruel and eat as he pleased was really too dark. No wonder the system notification just now forced him to accept a mission — Purge the Eighteen Hells!
First level, Hell of Tongue Ripping!
Quest Objective: Slay 100,000 Imps, 50,000 Messengers, 1,000 Ghost Generals, and 1 Ghost King!
There was no absolute fairness in the world, but there was relative fairness. Everything could be unfair, but there was one thing that was fair, and that was life. No matter who it was, there was only one life from the beginning to the end. The netherworld was the fairest of the six realms. In the human world, you might be able to abuse your power and do whatever you want. However, here, whatever you did in the past, you had to receive the corresponding level and degree of punishment to repay your debt. On the contrary, if you did good, you could ascend to heaven or not be punished. Depending on the specific situation, you could enter the cycle of reincarnation, or become a human or another living creature!
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