I spread the internet in the heavens

Before he could think about it, an unforgettable burst of pain came suddenly, like a soul-struck pain.

Severe pain filled his heart at this moment, reminding him vaguely of the evil spirits in the legendary endless hell.

This is the torture I imagined!

if it is possible!

Death John really hoped that the other party could give himself a break now.

He really didn't want to feel this kind of pain anymore!

"stop!"

A talisman descended from the sky, a strong righteousness lingered on it, and quickly covered the death god John's body.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law and transfers!"

Accompanied by the casting of the mantra, John, the god of death under Su Chen's feet, was actually moved aside by the other party.

At the same time, Ye Hongyu's sword qi coercion was instantly defeated by the power of the law of righteousness.

Ok?

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist who was walking quickly in front of him, dressed in a robe and vest of the Republic of China, Su Chen raised his brows slightly, feeling faintly familiar in his heart!

"Ah John, are you okay!"

The person who came walked up to the many gods of death, turned his head slightly and glanced at the god of death, John, who was being helped up by a few young gods of death.

"Proxy Ksitigarbha, these people trespassed in the underworld and even dared to attack the god of death, help me avenge!"

At this moment, John, the god of death, looked extremely defeated, and his soul seemed to be dissipating at any time, and what was even more frightening was that his right hand had completely disappeared at this moment, and there was nothing under the broken suit.

You must know that this is not an ordinary injury, these gods of death are not cultivated by some good people.

Most of them just select some ghosts from the souls who want to reincarnate, and let them be responsible for maintaining the order of the underworld.

After accumulating enough merit, or getting tired, they still have to reincarnate.

But at this moment, not only the soul body of Death God John was severely injured, but the soul body of one right hand was completely wiped out.

It is conceivable that if he wants to be reincarnated in the future, he will be disabled after reincarnation. Such a powerful injury may not be able to recover even if he is reincarnated dozens of times.

It is conceivable how much resentment John, the god of death, has towards Su Chen.

Seeing that the Ksitigarbha agent was still staring at each other, John, the god of death, couldn't bear it even more, and quickly roared at his token with hatred.

"All the gods of death in the underworld come to the ghost gate to gather. If someone trespasses in the underworld, disrupts the order of yin and yang, and attacks the god of death, immediately start the ghost search operation, condense the soul lock array, and kill the enemy!"

Ok?

The Ksitigarbha agent frowned slightly, but at this moment, he didn't stop John, the god of death, but looked at Su Chen and Ye Hongyu with a solemn expression.

The woman in red was fine, the Ksitigarbha agent could still sense the other party's strength, but Su Chen, who had been branded with Death John just now, couldn't detect the slightest breath!

"Who are you?"

The Ksitigarbha agent asked suspiciously.

"Mao Xiaofang or Lin Fengjiao?"

Su Chen looked at the middle-aged Taoist who suddenly appeared with great interest.

For the unfamiliar Su Chen, Mao Xiaofang was a little puzzled, but he introduced himself simply.

"Poverty, Mao Xiaofang! Temporarily assume the post of Ksitigarbha agent in the prefecture, who is your Excellency?"

There was a hint of understanding in Su Chen's eyes, and he said kindly.

"Su Chen, a passerby, we want to go to Wangxiang Terrace."

Before Mao Xiaofang could answer, John, the god of death, jumped out again, looked at Su Chen with resentment and said.

"Wangxiang Terrace is an important place in the underworld, how can you go there as soon as you say!"

At this time, tens of thousands of Reaper's army had assembled behind John the Reaper, and they all gathered outside the gate of hell and lined up neatly.

The sound of clanging chains colliding resounded throughout the space!

With the support of the Death God's formation, Death God John also got rid of the fear, staring at his crippled right arm, the madness on his face became more intense, and he shouted again.

"Form formation, destroy them!"

Looking at the ecstasy runes that were constantly condensing around her, Su Chen didn't take it seriously, but turned her head to look at Mao Xiaofang not far away!

"Are you really going to fight!"

Mao Xiaofang was naturally displeased with John's self-assertion.

But at the moment, Su Chen and Ye Hongyu in front of him belonged to foreign enemies, and it was difficult for him to say anything else in the presence of outsiders.

So Mao Xiaofang said in a deep voice.

"Wangxiang Terrace is indeed an important place in the underworld, and it is really inconvenient for outsiders to enter, please go back!"

Before Su Chen could answer, John the God of Death jumped out again!

"Proxy Ksitigarbha, you can't let them go, if everyone is like them, what majesty does the Underworld have!"

Su Chen didn't even look at John the god of death barking at the side, instead he clasped his fists at Mao Xiaofang and saluted!

"Sorry, we have to take a look, offended!"

After finishing speaking, Su Chen turned to look at John, the god of death, and said coldly.

"Jumping beam clown, let your soul fly away!"

not good!

Mao Xiaofang noticed it the moment Su Chen turned around, but it was too late to stop him now!

Zheng~

A golden light instantly appeared between the brows of Death John.

John, the god of death, only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and suddenly found that he had completely lost control over his body, and the iron chain in his hand was also powerless to fall...

how come!