"If you trespass into the hell of the oil pot, the sin is extremely evil, and you will not be caught without restraint, otherwise you will be fried and there will be no day of liberation. As a bell-like voice rang out, the entire space immediately changed.

The giant tripod filled with hot oil grew rapidly, and in just an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with boiling golden chalky oil chalk water, and there were tumbling oil bubbles everywhere, without a trace of gaps, and the space was blown up with a sizzling sound.

Every bubble of oil, every drop of hot oil flickered with complicated prohibitions, and there seemed to be countless ghosts inside, all screaming in pain, exuding resentful emotions like substance, impacting people's hearts, this oil pot hell actually blended the power of the true fire of the sun to the sun, and the power of Yimu, the qi of the nine shades, the chalky qi and many extreme chalky emotions and strangely blended together, which seemed to have both divine punishment and vicious torment.

Moreover, the giant tripod that turned into the four walls of heaven and earth was also forbidden to emerge, forming countless sigils, releasing a mixed glow of red, blue and black, sealing everything and locking everything, and brushing out black light from time to time, among which were Zhang Zhang's resentful faces.

In this world of hot oil, the huge yellow-brown ghost creature stands tall, the white and miserable flames around the chalk body are coiled like a real dragon, the scales and claws are distinct, and each piece of scale armor has mysterious patterns of dragons, phoenixes, vermilion birds, Xuanwu, humans, Shura and other ethnic images, and the curse and hatred contained in it complement the prohibition of the oil pot hell formation.

"With the blessing and cooperation of the complete oil pot hell, my Ten Thousand Soul Spell Fire has the strength of the peak of the fourth order, and under the heaven and man, it is enough to match any monk. "The lord of this layer of small hell, the flame chalk ghost Puya is full of confidence, "And if the strength of the three tribulations real person who came is a little worse, I don't need to do it, the oil pot hell alone can make him unable to eat and walk around, and he will be blown into a resentful soul and fused with hot oil." ”

He saw that Shi Xuan, who was trapped in the oil pot of heaven and earth, did not react to his words, and screamed sharply, and the miserable white spirit spell fire divided into nine flowers, transforming into nine white dragons with teeth and claws, and rushed towards the location where Shi Xuan was located in the formation induction, containing a trace of the avenue of curse.

Excited by the fire of the magic spell, the hot oil is even more violent, one by one the oil bubbles burst out, and the boiling sound resounded through this layer of small hell, making people feel chalky in their bones when they hear it, and they feel that there is nowhere to escape from this oil pot, there is no way to escape, and there is terrifying hot oil in all directions.

But at this moment, a majestic and solemn golden bridge appeared out of thin air, passed through countless oil bubbles that kept exploding, and landed on the giant dome on the other side. Around the golden bridge on the other side, the golden lotus slowly opened, and the boiling chalky water immediately calmed down, golden as a mirror, as if the breeze did not come, the water waves did not rise on the surface of the lake, and the prohibition on the giant tripod was also gloomy, not only the power that locked the space disappeared, but even the normal formation operation was difficult to maintain.

Shi Xuan stepped on the golden bridge on the other side and walked forward, not like he was in a terrible and terrifying oil pot hell, but like walking on the long bridge on the lake in the bright spring of March.

Taijitu Zhen chalk oppresses all directions, it is the nemesis of the innate formation, and now the three tribulations are chalky for more than 400 years, and it is naturally effortless to face the large array below the heaven and man, and it is easy to chalk and suppress the chalk, so Shi Xuancai was calm and abnormal to the restoration of the evil mirror hell before, and some of the little hell lords who have been blessed by the formation to become powerful don't even have the need to make a move.

The oil pot array was completely fixed, and the breath of Puya, the Lord of the Little Hell, instantly dropped from the peak of the Three Tribulations to the Second Tribulation, and the same was true of the Ten Thousand Spirits Spell Fire.

Under the pressure of chalk, the nine cursed fire white dragons directly collapsed, while Pu Ya's thoughts were stagnant, and he didn't react at all, standing under the golden bridge on the other side in a daze, like a wood carving clay sculpture, he sent Shi Xuan off the bridge slowly, and stepped out of the oil pot hell. ...,

It wasn't until the golden bridge on the other side turned into a golden light and fled, flew into Shi Xuan's primordial spirit, and disappeared into the oil pot hell together, that Puya's primordial god began to operate, and suddenly woke up, everything before was only a vast golden bridge with detachment and divine meaning in its memory, and it was not clear how the Three Tribulations real person left, and when he left.

"If he wants to kill me?!" Pu Ya thought of this, only to feel his heart tremble, and he was afraid, under the chalky pressure of that Jinqiao Town, Hugh said antichalky, and he was afraid that he didn't even know how to die, "Where did such a real person come out?! With this thing alone, a real person at the peak of the Three Tribulations can also fight! Why have you never heard of this person, shouldn't he be an unknown person!"

In the past thousands of years, the real people who broke into the battle were strong and strong, and there were many people who could defeat Puya, but relying on the oil pot hell, Puya was still able to retreat with his whole body, this was the first time he was so close to complete death, even if the other party was passing by with a losing hand, he didn't even bother to make a move, so he sighed a lot.

"You have to tell the other hell lords about that magic weapon, so as not to be caught off guard and suffer a loss. Pu Ya said this, but he didn't think so, even if he knew the situation of the golden bridge magic weapon, under the absolute chalk suppression, it was still an unstoppable situation.

And in the case of the evil mirror hell watch, the lord of the other layers of hell can know what is happening here at most half a beat slower, and he is just doing his best, presumably the real person thinks the same, and has strong self-confidence, so he disdains to kill himself to extinguish the chalk.

"I'm afraid that only the Lord of the Ice Little Hell who broke through three hundred years ago, the true Night String True Person, the real peak of the Three Tribulations, can stop it, but it's a pity that the Ghost King's trump card has been defeated. Pu Ya hurriedly passed through the formation and chalked the night string real person, and told the situation of the golden bridge magic weapon.

The real person of the night string seems to be fighting fiercely, but the strength of the peak of the Three Tribulations, coupled with the blessing of the formation, is almost a celestial, and it is the hole card laid by the Giant Spirit Ghost King in the nine-layer small hell, so it is easy to play.

After listening attentively, he said lightly: "I am clear." Even without the blessing of the Ice Hell, I will not be afraid of him. "This is the confidence of touching the chalk and touching a trace of the essence of the Great Dao, even if the other party is also of the same level, with the help of that powerful chalk magic weapon, but in the case of his own preparation, he is at most at a disadvantage.

The chalk fighting method in the cold little hell suddenly stopped, making Puya curious: "Nightstring real person, could it be that you have already won?"

"The two younger disciples under the White Bone Sword Monarch, but unfortunately he didn't even learn the swordsmanship, so he came in and died in vain. Yexian Zhenren replied calmly and abnormally, it seemed that the other party's methods were repeated, and even the life-saving fourth-order secret treasure given by the White Bone Sword Monarch was not worth mentioning, "The blind crow under the Mangshan Ghost Monarch came in, and his Eye of Death was a must. ”

After Shi Xuan broke out of the small hell of the oil pot, he came to a chalky and disgusting world, which was like a muddy swamp, tumbling with turquoise bubbles, but if you look carefully at the mud, it is all kinds of thick or thin feces and other chalky things, the colors are diverse, but they are almost gloomy green, stinking, and the smeller has a sense of sinking the spirit.

"Is this what it means to not be able to beat you and disgust you to death?" Shi Xuan looked at the small hell of the cesspool, looking at the ghosts who were struggling in the feces, their faces were full of disgust, disgust, and hatred, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, not because he couldn't accept it in his own state of mind, but he didn't expect to run into this, and he thought it was funny, it is said that whenever he gets a little bit of dung here, the Yuan Shen will immediately be chalky and unkempt, even if he can escape, the stench will not dissipate within a hundred years.

Shaking his head, the golden bridge on the other side appeared, and the immeasurable golden light bloomed, not only the bubbles and tumbling of the fecal swamp all stopped, but even the stench that permeated every corner was under the light of the golden lotus, and withdrew from the vicinity of the golden bridge on the other side. ...,

Stepping on the golden bridge on the other side, Shi Xuan walked towards the void on the other side, the golden bridge under his feet was like a substance, and with every step, he could step on a faint ripple of beauty, as if supporting Shi Xuan's footsteps.

At this time, in the dung swamp far away from the golden bridge on the other side, a dark green sword light flew out, slashing towards Shi Xuan with the sword intent of filth, sinking, and degenerating.

Countless small sword lights in the yin and green conjured up all kinds of chalky things, filthy things, before the sword light arrived, the mind had the feeling of being dirty, if it was an ordinary three-tribulation pure yang magic weapon, it was slashed by a sword, and it would immediately lose its spirituality and fall to the mortal dust.

The lord of the town guard of this small hell knew the power of the golden bridge on the other side from the evil mirror hell, so he hid far away, so as not to be suppressed by the chalk and unable to burst into trouble.

Relying on the strength of the three tribulations, as well as being away from the golden bridge on the other side and having prepared for a long time, his thoughts only stagnated and recovered in an instant, estimating that it was difficult for other immortal arts to break the light around the golden bridge, maybe just by getting close, he would be pressed calm by the chalk, so he combined his body with the sword light, and went all out to perform the "Filthy Chalk Breaking Spirit Sword Technique", intending to not stop Shi Xuan, but also to defile his magical golden bridge magic weapon, and create opportunities for the next layer of hell lords.

A purple sword light broke through the sky on Shi Xuan's body, and a beautiful starry sky appeared in the sword light, and the stars were bright, either Beidou, or white rainbow, green dragon, vermilion bird, chalk tiger...... The aura of killing and destruction did not disperse, but condensed on the sword light, and the feeling of splendor and terror was contradictory and harmonious.

The purple sword came first, slashing straight above the yin green sword light, and the sense of killing, sharpness, and destruction came out vigorously, completely cutting and crushing the filthy, sinking, and degrading chalk, and even the yin green sword light was cut in two, and the Ziying sword at the peak of the three tribulations and Zhou Tianxing's fighting sword technique seemed to be cut out of nothing!

The dark green sword light turned into a little turquoise streamer, and it was about to scatter and flee and regroup, but as soon as the purple sword light unfolded, the dark night sky appeared, and the stars slowly rose, forming a variety of formations, turning a radius of thousands of miles into a sea of starlight boiling.

When the starry sky disappeared and the purple sword light flew back, there was no movement there, as if the chalk fighting method had never happened before.

"It's so chalky and disgusting, it's so chalky and disgusting! Old chalk, you're so bad. "After the Ziying Sword flew back to Shixuan Yuanshen, it shouted, even if it was inherently noble, and it was easy to dispel all evils, filth, and so on.

Shi Xuan comforted Zi Ying with a smile, walked the golden bridge on the other side, drilled into the void, and went to the last layer of hell he was going to break through.

The cold wind is howling, and the sky is full of ice and snow. [To be continued, "This article is chalky by mentioning chalk". If you like this work, you are welcome to ◣◥ to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. 】