After experiencing the eerie horror and bloody cruelty of the previous seventeen layers, Wu Xin was already a little numb!

Step into the 18th floor...... This legendary ultimate hell!

Wu Xin paused, and looked around in surprise......

At this time, more than a thousand prison robbers were crowded at the entrance of the prison, all of them in the realm of merger and above, and they were fighting fiercely with hundreds of jailers armed with sawtooth broadswords, and the spells were shining and roaring.

Directly in front of the entrance, in the middle of the battlefield, the golden hammer general Yue Yun, the silver hammer general He Yuanqing, the bronze hammer general Yan Chengfang, and the iron hammer general Di Lei, surrounded by a white-haired young man wearing an embroidered python purple robe, slender figure, and holding a sword, smashing wildly!

Eight sledgehammers dance like the wind, like a wheel roaring, each hammer dances with the momentum of wind and thunder roaring, and the white-haired young man holding the sword is surrounded by an impenetrable wind, let alone breaking through, and even the sharp sword qi cannot be highlighted!

The four hammer generals and the eight sledgehammers arrogantly and rudely explained to everyone what it means to bully people with force and break ten thousand laws with one force!

Wu Xin's preliminary observation is that purely in terms of cultivation as the realm, the white-haired young man of the Yuan Dynasty has four hammer generals, and even the strongest Yue Yun is obviously a cut behind, if he fights alone, none of the four hammer generals will be opponents, and he can't even block a few rounds.

However, the four sledgehammers will be in a four-phase position, hidden into a four-phase battle array, and beat the white-haired youth violently, but they are trapped and suppressed, and the eight giant hammers plus the natural divine power will smash many fierce sword qi, fist and palm powers, etc., so that the white-haired youth is bound and depressed!

Further afield......

In addition to the bloody battlefield of the fierce battle between the two sides, the distance was quite neat and clean, dozens of rough giant pillars with a height of 100 meters and a diameter of more than 10 meters, like towering ancient trees, and like the pillars of optimus.

Dozens of huge pillars range from 100 meters to hundreds of meters apart, scattered, and at the end is a magnificent and rugged palace that looks ancient and majestic, like an ancient temple!

Between the giant pillar and the ancient hall, there are countless stone paved roads, intertwined like spider webs, and there is no blood or debris.

The overall feeling for Wu Xin is like the ruins of an ancient temple sunken underground!

"Childe ......"

"Leaving the Emperor......"

As soon as Wu Xin appeared, Dugu Jialuo, Qin Qing, Liu San and other people who had not participated in the battle or had already retreated, retreated to Wu Xin's side to greet him.

"Leaving the Emperor......" Manager Liu San consciously took the initiative to introduce again.

"Have you found Master Yue?"

Without waiting for Manager Liu San to say more, Wu Xin couldn't wait to ask.

With the current battle situation, the prison robbers obviously have the upper hand, thinking about it with Wu Xin, there is really no need to entangle, save Peng Huang Yue Fei and leave, there is no need to kill the jailers, prison officers, and prison directors to save people!

Everyone was stunned, and they didn't understand the meaning of leaving the emperor for a while.

Everyone is here, the battlefield is in front of them, Yue Fei found it and rescued it as soon as possible, if he is not there, he has not found it, he has not been rescued, what do you want everyone to answer?

Dugu Jialuo smiled knowingly and explained: "Childe, this prison is quite weird, it seems to be clear at a glance, there is nothing unusual, rashly entering the range of those stone pillars, it is like being in a phantom array labyrinth, I don't know the direction, I can't distinguish things, so I will be entangled here!"

"Oh!"

Wu Xin responded lightly, and slapped out with his right palm:

"Hold the mountains and rivers!"

The majestic mana poured out, condensed into a solid hill, and smashed into the air towards the white-haired youth who was besieged by the four sledgehammer generals, just in response to the attack of the four sledgehammer generals, forming an all-round attack, unless the white-haired youth could burrow into the ground!

"Floating Slaughter Blood Tower?!"

The white-haired young man glanced at it, his face changed slightly, and he blurted out in exclamation, the sword in his hand shook, and dozens of hundreds of dazzling sword lights swept up......

The mighty meteorite fell from the sky, and the "hill" covered by dark clouds was huge, but the power was limited, even if the hill really fell, the white-haired youth could naturally carry it.

However, on the top of the hill, there is a blood-colored pagoda, the blood mist is shrouded, there are blood ghosts and demons roaring in the blood mist, there are hundreds of millions of faces roaring hideously, and there are wisps of blood mist permeating, disturbing people's minds and making people palpitate!

What's more, the white-haired young man recognized this floating slaughter blood tower.

In a sense, the Floating Slaughter Blood Tower is a rather insidious and vicious Demon Dao treasure, not to mention its weight, if it is eroded by those blood mist, it will shed its skin even if it does not die!

"Boom ......"

Before the hill fell, it was shattered by several sword lights in the air, turning into sand and gravel, and the rubble rolled, but there was a blood mist mixed with the sand mist and fell down......

There was a continuous muffled explosion, and the rest of the sword lights that slashed in all directions were defeated by the eight giant hammers, and they turned into vitality to ravage and sweep ......

"Ding......

The mountains collapsed, the sand and stone blood mist were filled, and the crisp echoing sonorous sound rose, and the Futu Blood Tower was slashed away by the white-haired young man with a sword, and retracted into Wu Xin's palm in mid-air!

However, eight giant hammers followed, and Yue Yun burst the sword light emitted by the white-haired young man with a single hammer, and shattered his body protection magic cover, smashing it into the air, and blood spurted wildly......

The copper hammer split Yan Chengfang's sword light with a hammer, and his strength was exhausted. Another hammer followed and fell, and the white-haired young man who fell in the middle of the crash, the dense bones that made his teeth ache and tremble burst sound, and the white-haired young man was covered in blood, screaming miserably and being smashed away again......

The silver hammer smashed He Yuanqing down, and the white-haired young man's chest turned into a bloody man in the middle, and the terrifying force shattered the flesh and body, and the chest was blasted violently, and the flesh, bones, and internal organs on the back were prominent, and the explosion was in the rear, almost completely shattering his abdomen and chest......

The hammer smashed Dirre's breath down, and the sledgehammer hit the head, causing it to burst like a watermelon, red and white...... Like fireworks!

"Po ......"

At the same time, a small sound sounded, a ripple that was difficult to see with the naked eye and audible to the divine sense, rippling open, sweeping through the prison, but nothing unusual happened, it seemed that it was just mourning the fall of the white-haired youth!

“......”

Countless people such as Wu Xin and Qin Qing who were paying attention to this battle gasped, some couldn't bear to see it, and the corners of their mouths or cheeks twitched!

The warden of the eighteenth layer of hell was trapped by the four brute generals at the beginning, and he didn't show his ferocity at all, and then he was brutally ground to death, exploded, and there were no bones left!

If there are ghosts in the world, it is estimated that the white-haired young man will die without turning a blind eye, and the coffin board can't hold it down......

"Kill !!"

Yue Yun, who seemed to have been killed and was full of anger, didn't look at the remains of the white-haired young man, beating the drum urn and golden hammer with both hands, and rushed towards the jailer like a humanoid meat grinder.

The other three hammer generals only took a breath, and without the need for another person's order, they consciously rushed to the jailer's camp like crazy......

Everywhere he passed, his limbs were broken, and his flesh and blood were scattered......

This is not a battle at all, it is not a slaughter, it is a torture!

"Formation...... The core seems to be in the warden, and now it seems to have stopped functioning......"

Dugu Jialuo, who was in control of the overall situation, was the first to notice the change in the situation, and hesitated with some uncertainty.

"Let's go!" Wu Xin snorted lightly, stepping out of the bloody ground and heading towards the area where the giant pillars were lined up!

"Seeking holiness?!impossible...... How could the saint be here?!"

Wu Xin and Dugu Jia Luo didn't go far, and the Savior's anxious manager Liu San accelerated to take a step ahead, but he was shocked and exclaimed, which instantly attracted the attention of countless people, especially the content of his exclamation......

Mousheng, Zhao Pu, the founder of the Great Song Dynasty!

Zhao Pu's name, there may not be many people who know, but he was respected by later generations as the most bullish strategist in history, pushed two emperors to the throne, and became three prime ministers.

Two of the most famous and classic epics...... Chen Qiao's mutiny (yellow robe) and a glass of wine to release the military power!

It's from Zhao Pu's handwriting!

Throughout the 5,000 years of China, and even the history of all mankind, who is stronger than him?!