Chapter 413: charge

Gu Qingshan stood in hell.
He held the prisoner's wand and whispered: "The enchantment collapsed."
"The scepter's secret method: the enchantment collapses, and the ghost king holding the scepter will automatically master this secret method, open the 18th Hell, and liberate all the dead."
The earth began to vibrate.
Silently, the enchantment of the 18th Hell is gone.
Time passed slowly.
At a certain moment, a giant appeared on the shore of the shoal of the Forbidden River.
There is no ghost to blame, no gods to watch, he went from the Forgotten River water step by step to the big iron fence.
He came from peeling hell.
Forget the water of Sichuan and warmly embrace him.
Yes, he is a dead person, a dead person, forgetting Sichuan will not kill him, and he will not kill him.
The second giant appeared.
The third giant.
Humans appear.
Ashura waved weapons.
The Beastmasters are embarrassed.
The devil flies into the sky.
This is followed by a strange chaotic creature.
Dozens of dead are standing in the river.
Behind the dozens of dead, the dead who had covered the entire forgotten river came out of the river.
Eighteenth Hell, hundreds of millions of dead and former servants emerged from the water.
In the hell, Gu Qingshan uttered a word softly.
"on."
The dead are moving.
They rushed to the temple of the runner.
Just running a few steps, the sky fell a color, the dead people who just came ashore fell into a fly ash.
The colorful spear, it shot.
But for both parties, this is only the beginning.
The infinitely endless expanses of the river rushed to the temple of the runner.
brush!
Another colorful spear flashed.
Tens of thousands of dead were killed by one blow.
But it does not matter!
At the moment they dissipated, more dead people appeared in their original position.
All the dead are mad and run to the temple.
They are fearless.
The pain of the body being cut is just a common punishment in hell.
As for death, death is just a sleep for them.
The dead are not afraid of death!
Even if the colorful spears are so powerful, they can't shake their determination.
A giant strode up. The colorful shadow flew over his body and killed him and even countless giants behind him.
But before this, the giant has already grabbed a dead person and throws it in the direction of the turn of the temple.
He laughed and said: "Garbage, what can you do if you kill me!"
It seems that I can understand this sentence, and the colorful spears suddenly broke out.
The sharp lines of the infinite colorful images fill the entire world of Huangquan.
Around the entire mountain of God, tens of millions and hundreds of millions of dead have died in large blocks.
Gu Qingshan pressed his hand on the of the prisoner's king's stick and whispered: "Come back."
He launched the scepter's secret law: the source of the dead.
All the dead people who are sleeping suddenly wake up.
The entire 18th Hell, every dead person who was killed immediately climbed from and rushed to Forget Sichuan again.
Around the Taitiewei Mountain, the entire Forgotten River became the sea of ​​the dead.
The colorful spear looks down on the bottom, speeding up the attack.
Spear shadows appear one after another.
The dead fell in pieces, and a new piece of the dead passed from them and moved forward.
Looking from the sky, it is like a group of ants who never give in and slowly approach the target.
Looking at this scene, the mountain girl sighed: "I don't think these hell's villains will work so hard."
Gu Qingshan said: "In all wars, soldiers are willing to fight, or are forced to fight, and the fighting power that can erupt is clouded."

This is also the purpose of your fair trade with them?

Gu Qingshan smiled and muttered: "It is also a life-saving thing, and it does not give people benefits. Who is willing to go all out? Not to mention that this is hell, and the villains will not have a lofty sacrifice."
The mountain girl quite agrees: "If there is such an unrealistic situation, unless it is the protagonist in fantasy, it can drive others for no reason."
The foot of the big iron mountain.
The dead are still running like crazy.
Gradually, the dead began to brainstorm and came up with some new ways to get close to the temple.
Instead of rushing past, they are constantly shifting towards the temple.
They ran, jumped, rolled on the ground, marched forward, and walked the "Zhi" shape.
They spread out and flew high, trying to get close to the temple of rotation from every angle.
This time, the frequency of the colorful spears can not keep up.
Even if it is even more powerful, it will not be able to persevere forever to release colorful spears.
It is even more impossible for the spear to always fill every void.
Yes, its power is to kill the gods.
But this unparalleled power, used to kill the dead who will not die, is a wasteful and unrewarding thing.
It's like using a star-studded giant to bomb a mosquito, and it's completely impossible to draw.
Time passed slowly.
The dead have forgotten the impact of the rotation of the temple.
The colorful spears attacked them without retreating.
In hell.
"I have always been very curious, the colorful spear used so much power to kill the dead, is it not tired?" Gu Qingshan asked.
Forgetting the river and hooking away from the soul: "The original strength of the artifact is the soul force. No matter how powerful it is, the use of the spear shadow is also to consume the soul."
The sword also said: "Even if this consumption is pitiful for it, it is also consumed."
Gu Qingshan holds the prisoner's wand and closes his eyes to sense hell.
After a few hours, the death of the 18th Hell insomnia is less than one in a thousand.
It seems that even the "dead source" is not needed again.
"Listen to what you said, I am relieved." Gu Qingshan said.
It took a few more hours.
The dead rushed to the temple tirelessly.
They cheered, jumped, and rushed to meet death.
The dead even started the game to see who was out of the distance.
Every has a handicap and odds.
These villains took out their deaths and waged bets and competed for some benefits.
They are happy.
Sometimes, they also look at personal merits.
The merits of every dead person are slowly increasing.
Those who do their best, the increase in merit is also the fastest.
After all, this is to save the six realms, so as long as they are really working hard, they have merit.
Personal merit calculators tell them that if they succeed, there will be an astronomical merit.
The more merits, the more benefits you get after reincarnation.
The appearance, chance, status, wealth, etc. at birth are all based on merit.
The billions of dead people cheered and went to death.
Colorful spears have been killed for several times in a row, and the number of dead has never decreased, but more and more.
Looking down from the sky, I saw that the dead around the big iron-clad mountain is getting closer and closer, and getting closer to the foot of the mountain.
At a certain moment, Gu Qingshan stood up and gently pointed at the scepter: "Assault."
Hundreds of millions of dead people suddenly burst into a roar.
They began to squat and sprinted towards the temple.
It turns out that the dead have been quietly accumulating the amount. Before that, a certain number of people continued to harass, but they were just playing colorful spears.
The entire encirclement is suddenly reduced.
The dead are running like wild horses without counting life and death, whether they are spears or others.
Hey!
Colorful spears burst into a resentful scream.
It stopped the attack.
It is not that it is full of compassion, but that the impact of the dead is getting faster and faster, and it is getting more and more fierce. It finally broke through its blockade and rushed into the rotation temple.
In the sky, the colorful shadows disappeared completely.
The spear gave up and did nothing.
It lost.