Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

At the end of Karmic Fire Realm, there is a big lake called Blood Pond.

The reason for this vulgar name is because the lake is not water, but blood, which is formed by the resentment of people, gods and ghosts who have fallen here for thousands of years, let alone stepping into it, even It's extremely uncomfortable to get close.

I had only heard about it from other ghosts before, but when I really stood by the lake, I still felt the concentration of resentment was trembling.

Of course, a certain ghost may not be able to understand it.

"Wow, it's really a beautiful scene!" Tong Mo looked at the lake imaginatively, "It's as gorgeous as the eyes of Mr. Wu Mi! I can't help but want to write a waka!"

"Don't move around!" I was afraid that he would do something out of character again, "There must be something wrong with it. I saw the red moon above the lake just now on the mountain. Haven't you noticed that the moon is gone now?"

The crimson moon hanging high in the sky had indeed disappeared, and there was only a gray-black sky above the head, heavy with mist, and the surface of the strangely-shaped clouds that looked like rotten things was stained with a layer of blood by the red light.I heard the earth around me vibrate from far to near, and something huge was approaching.

Is it "burning"?

"It's those puppets." Tong Mo said briskly, "It sounds like there are dozens of them? There are so many of these unpalatable things. The owner here is really a generous person."

Before the words were finished, a gust of wind smashed down with a dull roar.

I stepped aside, turned the blade of my right hand, and a bright indigo aura rose on the blade.

Tong Mo said before that it is enough for the road patrolling Luosha to cut off the pulling thread, that is to say, there should be a silk thread of spiritual power connecting Luosha's body and somewhere else.

Rakshasa's huge body turned towards me, revealing a dark, steel-like face.

Tsk, is it actually in the head?

The next time it stretched out its hand to me, I stepped directly on the rock-like arm, and quickly jumped onto the giant's shoulder. The manic Rakshasa reached out and slapped it. I turned around on the spot and slashed at its arm.

The indigo light rose like a sea wave, followed by a dull boom.

It was cut off?I stared blankly at the Rakshasa arm that fell and stirred up a large cloud of dust.Although the knife almost broke in my hand, I was lucky not to be hit by this thing!

Speaking of it, I seem to have never absorbed the spiritual power of the red flower, why has the power increased so much?

Before he had time to think about it, the long knife in his hand slashed towards Luo Sha's head with a lightning-like arc.

Zheng——

Uh, actually...

its stuck!

I was a little speechless looking at the blade embedded in half of Luo Sha's head, how hard is this thing?Why is the knife still stuck? !

I was hesitating whether the knife would break if I was tough, when suddenly something pierced through the air, I tilted my head slightly, and saw a blinding golden light swirl at high speed and hit my knife from the side.

After the impact with great force, the pressure on his hand was suddenly released, and the Rakshasa in front of him had lost the upper half of his face.I looked down and saw a ghost that successfully attacked me happily waving at me:

"How about this trick? I just learned it! That's how my head was chopped off by that kid before. Isn't it amazing."

What kind of strange battle is this... no, death experience points? ?

Just as he was about to rage at his fan and almost cut off my head, Tong Mo stood on the lotus platform held by two ice puppet girls, stretched out his hand to me, and said with a smile:

"Should Xiaoran come here, it's going to collapse there."

Rakshasa's steel body began to disintegrate.I hurriedly jumped to his side, and found that several piles of unrecognizable remnants had been broken on the ground, but not far away, countless huge black shadows were rushing towards here.

Ah, this number is a little surprising.It's not too hard to hit, but it's quite laborious if there are too many.

Moreover, the real master has obviously not yet appeared, so it is not wise to spend too much power here.

I whispered to Tong Mo beside me: "Is there a way to freeze the lake? We can't waste time with these things."

He shrugged: "It's very difficult. Even if the lake can be temporarily frozen, the things below will not be obedient. But don't worry, I will take care of it soon."

After that, he tapped on the shimmering fan in a calm manner. After a burst of strange ice mist, I looked at the five identical small children's mills made of ice in front of me, and tried hard to control my convulsions. corner of the mouth.

This is a certain degree of narcissism, right?But why is there a subtle sense of cuteness?

However, when I saw the five-fold magnification of the vampire art, the loose lotus, I still felt that the visual effect was quite shocking.

A blizzard suddenly fell from the sky, and behind the beauty of flying flowers and broken jade was an indestructible sharp blade. In an instant, there was an interlaced sound of gold and stone, intertwined with the sharp wind to form a strange string.The sky and the earth were covered with a layer of snow and fog, and even the air seemed to have frozen. In the biting cold, I heard the sound of ice cracking and colliding from the lake behind me, like the first thunder in spring.

Facts have proved that as long as it is strong enough, ice fronts can also destroy steel.Of course, it may also be because of the ghost's extraordinary talent.

A beautiful oni that looks like it's dancing even when it's fighting.

After the wind and snow stopped, a few tattered Rakshasa staggered out of the thick fog.Although the damage is serious, it may still have the ability to move because the head where the "thread" is located is still there.

"Hey, can you still move? This look is really pitiful."

Tong Mo raised the corners of his lips maliciously, and at the same time, the broken bodies of those Rakshasa suddenly twisted in a circle, facing behind them in a strange posture, and then collapsed, as if they were born alive. twist off.

I just noticed that there was a person behind Rakshasa, or something obviously not human.

After all, who would cover his face with a piece of white paper with the word "soul" written on it?

"God?" I frowned slightly.There are many powerful beings in hell, and it is very calm to delay their appearance until now.

But the ghost next to him stepped forward and began to make friends with each other affectionately:

"It's Soul Hunter! It's hard work chasing me for such a long distance! If you can't catch me, you will have a headache, right? Oh, you won't be punished, right? After all, 'sinners are strictly guarded' Isn't it your duty? Although it is such a boring job."

He held the fan with a heartbroken expression, and almost shed two more tears, "Why don't I send you to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss? There will be no more troublesome work there, and it is a very happy place! "

...Don't bring hatred in front of the gods, you idiot!

Before he had time to say a word to remind him, the hell god who covered his face with a white paper ignored him, but took a few steps forward, raised one hand, and pointed his pale fingers like dead branches straight at me.

"I am the Soul Hunter of Infernal Hell, Bai Ji, the water god of Huangzhi River, do you remember your sins?"

Every word he uttered was like thunder.

It was as if a thousand gongs were beating in my mind at the same time, and the colorful and broken pictures rushed towards my face like swarms of moths. I covered my head and sat down on the ground completely exhausted.

I remembered, it turned out to be in this situation.