Chapter 118 King of the Hall of Yan

Zhang Jing was about to question, but Zhang Zixuan quickly winkeyed at him and motioned him not to talk nonsense. Zhang Jing received such a look and knew that Zhang Zixuan was playing with others, so he ignored it.

The kid didn't expect that the other party would agree so quickly, and it took him a while to come to his senses. He glanced at Zhang Jing and his wife on one side, and then solemnly announced, "Okay, now that you have admitted it. Then according to the provisions of Article 128 of Chapter 118 of Volume III of the Yanluo Code, you are about to be imprisoned in the 16th level of hell. OK, come with me!"

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Jing didn't say anything. In their eyes, their son and the king of hell did not give in. Such a person, does this kid still want to send them to the sixteenth floor of hell? To say something unpleasant, Zhang Zixuan wants to leave. I'm afraid that no one in hell can stop him!

It seems that Zhang Zixuan is in a good mood because he sees his parents happy. Contrary to his rigorous style in the past, he also forgot that he was originally in the Luohe Temple and played with the green-faced kid in front of him.

First, I said hello to my parents in secret words, then stretched out my hand and said lightly, "Okay, I'll go with you!"

Seeing that it was so smooth, the green-faced little ghost was not ambiguous at all. He picked up the chain in his hand and tied up Zhang Zixuan and left. This chain is a little famous. It is the "soul chain" configured by hell for the ghosts. The suppression of the soul is quite strong! If you are tied to the soul chain, whether you are a fairy or a naive person, so that the second immortal can't escape the suppression of the soul chain.

Of course, Zhang Zixuan didn't see these soul chains that were only suppressed by a flower gathering. However, in order to temporarily hide his identity and teach this kid a lesson, Zhang Zixuan still put on the soul chain. Of course, this is only a small reason, and the biggest reason is for your parents.

"Let's go..." The green-faced kid pulled Zhang Zixuan and walked out. With such a big head as Zhang Zixuan, these small heads of Zhang Jing and his wife are not enough to hang up. Besides, he can come over whenever he wants to pay taxes.

When Mu Guizhi saw that his son was dragged away, he just wanted to go forward and say a few words, but was stopped by Zhang Jing.

"Zixuan has been a big man. You must have your own considerations for what you do. And you have to believe me. With the strength of Zixuan, the whole hell is joined hands except for the king of hell. Otherwise, no one can control him at all. Zhang Jing said this, and a trace of unprecedented pride flashed in his eyes. After all, Zhang Zixuan is still his own son in name.

Most of the vast land of the hell is desolate and desolate. Out of the land of Zhang Jing and his wife within ten miles, there was a thick layer of ghost fog in other places. These thick ghost fog not only make the whole hell not angry at all, but also if you look at it with the naked eye, it is still hazy in front of you and you can't see anything clearly.

"Hey...Hey, I'm calling you!" The blue-faced ghost pulled the chain in his hand and attracted Zhang Zixuan's attention: "I said, do you know the horror of the sixteenth floor of hell?"

"Hell?" Zhang Zixuan thought for a while, and really no one mentioned to himself what the 18th floor of hell was like. However, when I occasionally hear others talk about the Eighteen Hells, I still feel very afraid. It will certainly not be so simple to change the place that spiritual practitioners can talk about.

"So you really don't know!" The green-faced ghost breathed a sigh of relief. If the person in front of him knows the horror of the sixteenth floor of hell and can still be so calm, then either he has a great backstage, or he is superior in strength, or he is crazy. In a word, no situation is what the green-faced ghost wants to see.

"The sixteenth floor of hell is called 'tongue-pulling hell', which is a place specially used to punish such an dishonest kid like you. Oh, you don't know the pain there! Tut-tut..." The blue-faced ghost peeked at Zhang Zixuan. Seeing his fearless expression, he was determined to speak more seriously: "There. The ghost pawns will pull out your tongue with tweezers, and then apply a layer of pepper and salt on the wound. After you suffer all the pain, use the secret method to promote your tongue to grow again, and at the same time, they will pull out your tongue again and repeat it in turn.

"Don't think you can endure such pain. Those ghost pawns will protect your meridians with Reiki. Not only will your pain not be alleviated, but your pain will also be more sensitive because of Reiki. Besides, you won't faint because you are too painful. How's it going? Awesome, isn't it?"

"Well, it's really awesome." Zhang Zixuan frowned, and the hell was too domineering. Originally, I just wanted to discuss my parents' affairs. It seems that for the safety of my parents, it is also extremely important to punish several kings of the morgue.

"As long as you know it's awesome." The blue-faced kid looked very excited. He blinked the mirror and asked proudly, "In this case, I'm afraid you don't want to go to the sixteenth floor of hell to suffer?"

"Hmm?" To be honest, Zhang Zixuan never thought that he would go to hell on the 16th floor to suffer. As long as he sees the stew manager in the hell, he will naturally have a way to make the hell officials kneel down and beg for mercy.

The green-faced kid obviously misunderstood Zhang Zixuan's meaning. He thought that Zhang Zixuan asked for his opinion because he didn't want to go to the sixteenth floor of hell, so he immediately rubbed his hands and explained, "It's easy to do if you don't want to go there, as long as you give something. Of course, if it's more precious, I can buy the ghost officials above and let you go. How's it going?"

Zhang Zixuan naturally understood what the kid meant. It turned out that he wanted to bribe himself. No wonder he said so much nonsense before and immediately asked quietly, "Oh? So what do you need?"

"This is casual, as long as it's something more precious." The green-faced kid rubbed his hands with a smile and said, "That... fairy grass or magic weapon... I guess you don't have it either. So, can you give me some soul?"

"My own soul?" Zhang Zixuan was shocked. This is just a lion opening his mouth! The soul is too important for a person. For others, the soul is neither an energy body nor a utility. At most, it is a necessary material for making a "magic weapon" against the sky.

Anyway, this hell belongs to the jurisdiction of the heavenly court, and the taste of the "magic weapon" is really special. As long as it exists nearby, it will be recognized by people with some aura. This kind of anti-sky magic weapon hurts the virtue of heaven and is polite to kill, and the magic weapon is powerful and more harmful, so the end of those who hold the magic weapon will certainly be very miserable.

So, what's the use of this little ghost for his own soul? Forget it, these have nothing to do with me, as long as I put my parents properly. The success of the road is to focus on self-cultivation. If you care about everything, just like your father, you can't get the road for the rest of your life. Anyway, the circle of cause and effect, retribution is not good. These unreasonable things have their own divine sanctions. Why should I worry about this idleness?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zixuan no longer entangled in the soul, but said, "This soul is related to my life. I definitely can't give it to you. Let's go. Let's meet Yan Luo first and then talk about the rest!"

"Huh! I don't know the current affairs!" The green-faced kid glanced at Zhang Zixuan disdainfully and said, "If you don't believe it, just wait and see!" Even if you say you break the sky, the King of Yan will not let you go.

Zhang Zixuan did not answer. Because he suddenly felt the breath of the dragon secret in his heart, as if he felt the rudeness of the green-faced kid, and jumped uneasily. The surging aura surged and flowed in the meridians.

I screamed badly. Zhang Zixuan had long felt that something was wrong. When dealing with the three Japanese spiritual cultivation, the breath of the Dragon Secret was a little restless, and even made him lose consciousness for a while. And is the current sequelae really coming?

Zhang Zixuan's eyes began to turn blood red, and the aura in his body kept releasing, so he had to guide out of the body through the operation of the meridians. Countless auras just disappeared in the air out of thin air. Fortunately, these ghost fog can absorb the aura, and the blue-faced little ghost is also walking forward with the other end of the rope soul chain. Otherwise, even if the blue-faced little ghost's power is low, he can feel the huge aura.

While evacuating the excess aura outside the body, the body has been suppressing the boiling of the aura. This time, Zhang Zixuan has to thank his mysterious spirit. All the aura is out of control, and all I can control is the mysterious qi that has always been calm. Although the quantity is scarce, because the quality of the mysterious qi and the aura are not the same level, it is relatively easy to control.

Fortunately, the situation is not very serious this time. While enduring the pain, Zhang Zixuan continued to stick to the door of the Yanluo Hall.

It was not until the Yan Luo Temple that the irritable aura gradually stopped. Zhang Zixuan was secretly relieved. If such a situation happened in the Yanluo Hall, I'm afraid that his strength would be exposed immediately.

"Liu Yanqing, a low-class ghost, see His Royal Highness the King of Qin Guang!" Before the green-faced kid entered the Yanluo Hall, he knelt on the ground. It seems that he is also in awe of this king of Yan!

"Come in!" The red door of the Yanluo Hall suddenly opened, and then all the scenes inside were exposed. In fact, it is very simple, just like the government in the imperial court. A long black judgment table is in the hall, and there is an ultra-short master's table below. Coupled with two people, it is the scene in the whole Yanluo Hall.

A middle-aged man with leopard eyes, lion nose, long beard, and a square crown sits at the top table. He held a black jade flute in his right hand and put it on his chest, and the sharp light in his eyes was as bright as an eagle falcon.

As soon as the door opened, King Qin Guang turned his eyes to Zhang Zixuan. Yudi gently put it on the table, then smiled and said, "A master is a master, and he can hide his strength to such a point!"

Zhang Zixuan was waiting to ask back, but he saw that King Qin Guang raised his hand with a blow. A black inch light, in a blink of an eye, he seemed to fly by himself.