Gu Qingshan stood in hell.

He held the Ghost King Staff in the Prison Controller and said lightly: "The barrier collapses."

"Staff secret technique: the barrier collapses, and the ghost king holding the scepter will automatically master this secret technique, open the eighteen levels of hell, and free all the dead."

The earth began to shake violently.

Silently, the barrier that imprisoned the eighteen levels of hell disappeared.

Time passes slowly.

At one moment, a giant appeared on the foot of Datiwei Mountain and on the shallow water shore of Wangchuan.

Without the ghosts scolding or the gods, he walked step by step from the Forgetful River to the Datiewei Mountain.

He comes from the skinning hell.

The water of Forgetful River embraces him warmly.

Yes, he is the dead and the dead. Wangchuan will not kill him, nor can he kill him.

The second giant appears.

The third giant.

Humans appear.

Asura waved his weapons.

The beast kings roared.

The demon flew into the sky.

Next is the strange-looking chaotic creature.

Dozens of dead people stood in the river.

Behind the dozens of dead, the dead covered with the Forgetful River walked out of the river.

In the eighteenth level of hell, billions of dead people emerged from the water one after another.

In the Hell of Blood Sea, Gu Qingshan whispered a word.

"superior."

The dead moved.

They rushed to the temple of the Wheel.

Just after running for a few steps, a colorful shadow fell from the sky, cutting the dead who had just arrived ashore into ashes.

The colorful spear, it took action.

But for both sides, this is just the beginning.

The endless and vast river-like dead people rushed to the Wheel-Round Temple.

brush!

Another colorful spear flashed by.

Tens of thousands of dead were killed in one blow.

But it doesn't matter!

The moment they dissipated, more dead people appeared in their original positions.

All the dead ran towards the Temple of Rotation like crazy.

They are fearless.

The pain of being cut off is nothing more than an ordinary punishment in hell.

As for death, death is nothing more than sleeping for them.

The deceased are not afraid of death at all!

No matter how powerful the colorful spear shadows are, they cannot shake their determination.

A giant strode forward. The colorful shadow flew towards him and killed countless giants behind him.

But before this, the giant had already grabbed a handful of the dead and threw it towards the Rotary Temple.

He laughed and shouted, "Trump, what can you do if you kill me!"

It seemed that I could understand this sentence, and the colorful spear suddenly burst out.

The sharp lines of infinite colorful images spread throughout the Yellow Springs world.

Around the entire sacred mountain, tens of millions and hundreds of millions of dead people died.

Gu Qingshan pressed his hand on the skull of the Ghost King Staff in the Prison and whispered: "Come again."

He activated the secret technique of the scepter: the origin of the dead.

All the sleeping dead awaken immediately.

In the entire eighteenth level hell, every killing dead person immediately got up from hell and rushed to Wangchuan again.

Surrounding the mountains, the entire Forgetful River became a sea of ​​the dead.

The colorful spear looked down below, speeding up the attack frequency.

The spear shadows appeared one after another.

The dead fell one by one, and new dead stepped over them and moved forward.

Looking from the sky, it was like a group of ants that never surrendered, slowly approaching the target.

Looking at this scene, the mountain girl sighed: "I never thought these villains of hell would work so hard."

Gu Qingshan said: "In all wars, soldiers are willing to fight, or are forced to fight, and the combat power they can explode is different."

"Is this your purpose of fair trade with them?"

Gu Qingshan smiled and murmured: "It makes people work hard and does not give people good. Who is willing to do all his strength? What's more, this is hell, and the villains will not have a noble spirit of sacrifice."

The mountain girl agreed with it: "If there is really such an unrealistic situation, unless it is the protagonist in the fantasy, she can drive others for no reason."

The foot of Datiwei Mountain.

The dead were still running like crazy.

Gradually, the dead began to use their brains and came up with some new ways to get close to the temple of Rotation.

They no longer rushed over, but kept changing directions towards the temple.

They ran, jumped, rolled on the ground, crawled forward, and walked in the shape of "一".

They scattered and flew up high, trying to get close to the temple of Rotary from every angle.

At this moment, the frequency of the colorful spear shadows can no longer keep up.

No matter how powerful it is, it cannot persevere in releasing the colorful spear shadow forever.

It is even more impossible for the spear shadow to fill every void forever.

Yes, its power is to kill gods and demons.

But this unparalleled power is a waste and thankless thing to kill the dead who will never die.

It's like using giant starry sky cannons to blast mosquitoes, which is completely unpaid.

Time passes slowly.

The dead were sacrificing their lives to the Rotation Temple.

The colorful spear shadow attacked them without any concession.

In hell.

"I have always been curious. Isn't it tired after using so much power to kill the dead?" Gu Qingshan asked.

Wangchuan Soul-Leaving Hook said: "The original power of the artifact is soul power. No matter how powerful it is, using the Spear Shadow will consume soul power."

Di Jian also said: "Even if this consumption is pitiful to it, it is still consumption."

Gu Qingshan held the Ghost King Staff of the Prison and closed his eyes to sense hell.

After several hours, less than one thousand of the dead were sleeping in the eighteenth level of hell.

It seems that it does not even need to use the "original origin" again.

"I'll be relieved to hear you say that." Gu Qingshan said.

Several more hours passed.

The dead rushed to the temple tirelessly.

They cheered, jumped, and rushed to meet death.

The dead even started the competition to see who rushed out the distance.

All hells have opened handicaps and odds.
To be continued...