Boom!!

The big mouth covering the entire sky was opened, and the gates of the Gate of Hell were pitch black, and endless terrifying attraction was heard.

In an instant, the souls of the Yuanqi God, the Four Masters, the Four Great Gods, the Jingyuan Pope, the Peacock King and others were beating wildly, and even the soul of Gong Yang Yu who only cultivated his body was being grabbed from his body bit by bit.

The soul of the Peacock King was like a lonely boat in the sea, swaying in the wind and rain, and he couldn't help but go towards the gate, shouting loudly:

"What kind of power is this! My soul is not under my control!"

Even the soul of the most powerful god of vitality was flying towards it, screaming in fear:

"The Taoist art of Taishang Taoism is about the universe, time and space. How come there is such an incredible Taoist art that directly affects the origin of the soul of this god!"

Huh huh huh huh ~~

The crowd had no way to escape and roared in fear, but they could not resist the attraction of the gate of hell to their souls.

gate of hell.

This first change, which was originally derived from Chen Xixiang's cycle of reincarnation, has been cultivated for countless years after he spanned all realms. With his current cultivation level, he has been refining it into a real building from the seed of origin.

But it really became the gates of hell in the underworld.

It has become a place where yin and yang meet, and it has become the real portal in the Taoist scriptures, which has accommodated all the ghosts in the world and sucked into the underworld.

In the Yangshen world, this world is the main system of practice of ghosts and immortals.

The Gate of Ghost Control’s restraint on the ghost spirit is simply innate.

There is a kind of domineering artistic conception that is bound to be under the jurisdiction of the underworld and is born to enter the gates of ghosts.

Hula~~

In an instant, the Yuanqi God, the Four Great Masters, the Four Great Gods, the Jingyuan Pope, the Peacock King, Gong Yang Yu and others were all sucked into the gates of hell.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo ~~

The Peacock King's vision returned to his mind and found that he and the others had come to a hall where a white-robed Taoist stood in the hall, looking at them with indifferent eyes.

"Dream God Machine!"

The first thing to say was the Spirit of Vitality, his voice trembled:

"Where is this place? Why can't this god sense the flow of vital energy?"

The Yuanqi God is a god born in the Yuanqi of the vast world. The blood of the five ancient gods flows in his body. He can be said to be the son of Yuanqi, but at this time he completely lost the sensing of Yuanqi.

"This place is called Senluo Palace, also called the underworld. The one you just entered is called the Ghost Gate Pass. After entering the Ghost Gate Pass, you have no choice but to live or die."

Chen Xixiang's indifferent voice echoed in the hall, like thunder thunder, exploding into the hearts of many masters.

While he was speaking, he had a black book in his hand. After he opened it, his eyes fell on the body of the Yuanqi God, and he thought:

"The God of Yuanqi, the God of Western Regions, was born in the Great World of Yuanqi, and it is a life span, 999 years..."

As Chen Xixiang spit out these lines of words without emotion, the handwriting also appeared out of thin air on the ancient black book.

The Spirit of Yuanqi suddenly felt that something was more in his soul, and it seemed that something was missing.

Just like Chen Xixiang's words, he was connected to the ancient black book.

Word by word, the pronunciation was directly imprinted in the depths of the soul of the Yuanqi God and marked.

A fear that penetrated the bone marrow appeared in the heart of the Yuanqi God, and he shouted in horror:

"You, what did you do!!"

Chen Xixiang continued to turn to the next page, looking at the Jingyuan Pope behind the Spirit of Yuanqi, and continued to recite:

"Xu Feihong, Ren, the Pope of Jingyuan Temple, was born in the central world of Tianwai Tian. The adopted daughter of the leader Xu Yi, who lived for 5,550 years..."

boom!

This voice resounded in the heart of the Pope Jingyuan, making her look pale:

"This! How did Meng Shenji know my background and origin!!"

She is the identity of an undercover agent who was involved in the Central World by Xu Yi'an from the Great Thousand Worlds, and even the Spirit of Yuanqi is not clear about it.

How did the person in front of him know this ancient book?!

She quickly looked at the Yuanqi God with fear, and was ready to turn the Yuanqi God to attack her, so that her heart trembled wildly and desperately.

However, the Spirit of Yuanqi had no origin at the heart and thoughts of the essence of the Pope. The eyes in the form of Yuanqi stared straight at Chen Xixiang's black ancient book and shouted:

"Come off the name of this God from that book! Fast! off!!"

boom!

Because of his instinctive fear of the fonts in the book, the whole body crackled and snarled, and ignored the gap between himself and Chen Xixiang. He roared and sacrificed his life to cultivate his life and roared and bombarded Chen Xixiang:

Three Realms Energy Cannon!

Twelve relics of vitality trembled and spiraled around, forming a large array, and a beam of light quickly spit out from it.

A sound of "cannon" that created the world quickly shook the hall, as if stars were exploding here, which was louder than any sound that the Peacock King and others had heard in their lives.

However, just before this domineering and wild Taoist technique, Chen Xixiang didn't even raise her eyelids and said in a very slow tone:

"You are rude!"

Suddenly, several ghostly sounds in the hall were drowned like a sea and a prison, as if they were ghost kings and gods in the underworld, and were created gods:

"Bold! You still dare to act wild when you enter Senluo Palace!"

While the words fell, several black whips that stretched out from the hall were whipped in the air, and there was white paper flying on it, like a mourning stick on the earth.

Under this wave, the terrifying energy cannon was instantly hit by several sticks before it could be blasted out. The energy it drew burst and spread into a rain of light.

And the castration was not diminished, and it thrust hard on the body of the Yuanqi God.

Bang! Bang!…

Like a willow branch, it directly drew to the depths of the soul of the Yuanqi God, causing the Yuanqi God to roar with a tragic pain:

"Ahhhh! My soul! It hurts so much!!"

"this?!"

The Peacock King, the Four Masters and others looked at the dozens of mourning sticks hanging from the sky above the Senluo Hall in fear, and felt that their souls were trembling in front of them, as if they had encountered natural enemies!

"What kind of Taoist technique is this!!"

I saw that after being whipped by a hundred mourning sticks, the soul fell to the ground of the hall in a suffocational way, and the soul trembled.

Chen Xixiang's eyes fell indifferently, and her tone was still slow, saying words that made the soul of Yuanqi unforgettable:

"Roaring underworld, a hundred mourning sticks are cheaper for you, and you will have to lose your life for another thousand years!"

With a big stroke of the words, the ancient black-skinned book turned to the page of the spirit of the vitality, and combined it with the number of "9,990 years" of life, and immediately disappeared for a thousand years, becoming "8,990 years".

With this stroke, an invisible force immediately descended into the depths of the soul of the Yuanqi God.

"Ahhhhhhhh...my soul origin..."

The god of vitality screamed a long time, as if he had been slaughtered from the origin of his soul:

"My lifespan, my lifespan..."

At this time, the souls of the Peacock King, the Four Great Masters, Gong Yang Yu and others almost became ice sculptures on the spot, and they were trembling in despair:

"What? I've been cut off for a thousand years! This! This!"

Seeing the reaction of the god of the primordial spirit, they were like dreaming, and it was a nightmare that would never be forgotten in eternal life.

After practicing to the state of the essence of the spirit, you can clearly detect your life span.

Life span, everyone has life span, and the Yang God will die after death, let alone them.

Each of them practiced deep down and could clearly feel when they died. So the reaction of the Yuanqi God at this time shows that all this is true, and the lifespan of the Yuanqi God was really mastered by that ancient book of black skin.

"What kind of a book is this!"

Everyone was extremely scared.

The Spirit of Yuanqi was lying on the ground and motionless, like a dead chicken.

After punishing the god of vitality, Chen Xixiang continued to flip the black ancient book, and his eyes fell on everyone else, as if he could see through all the past and present experiences of everyone.

The ancient black skin book kept flipping, and under the desperate eyes of everyone, they all wrote down their names one by one:

"Xinxuan, the demon, the Peacock King, was born in the wilderness. Because he obtained the Five Elements and Daotong, he achieved four thunder tribulations, which combined the life span of 4,440 years."

"Fan Yuntao, Ren, the 66th generation head of the Fan family..." "Wang Renyong, Ren, the head of the Wang family..." "Sun Qian, Ren, the head of the Sun family..." "Ji Shengde, Ren, the head of the Ji family..." "Gong Yang Yu, Ren..." "Blood God, God..." "My God..." "Dharma God..." "Essence and Hercules..." "Star Eyes, Demon..." "Saint Elements..." "Saint Essence Essence..." "Saint Essence Essence Essence..." "Saint Essence Essence Essence..." "Saint Essence Essence Essence..." "Saint Essence Essence Essence..." "Saint Essence Essence Essence..."

Every time a person's name is written in the ancient black-skinned book, the person feels that his life is no longer controlled by himself, but is controlled by a line of words in the book.

"We... were enslaved..."

"Dream Shenji controls our life and death through this book..."

Everyone realized this problem and felt that they were getting dark.

After Chen Xixiang finished writing everyone's names, he closed the black-skin ancient book with a "bang" sound and said lightly:
To be continued...