All that came out of the ground were hands, one, two, three...... Constantly waving, swinging, and even making welcoming gestures.

It's as if these hands have grown out of the ground.

As soon as these hands broke through the ground, they grabbed the feet of these Ogikagami warriors, firmly, like shackles made of stainless steel and pure iron.

After being caught by these hands, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you struggle, it won't help.

What's even more terrifying is that when these hands grab their feet, they start to pull down and down, and so on.

It's as if the souls of those who were trapped in this boundless mud before, and now, looking for a new stand-in, so that they can quickly get out of the sea of suffering and go to the underworld to be reincarnated.

Although these samurai of Ogikagami Palace were struggling vigorously, when they were struggling, they even kicked with their feet, smashed them with their fists, and slashed them with weapons.

Although they cut down these hands to the ground, they were completely useless.

Because after these hands are cut off, more new hands will grow, and they will grow continuously, even faster than the bamboo shoots after the rain.

Now, in front of them, it was like a road full of hands, overwhelming, dancing incessantly, pulling his feet hard, pulling their bodies apart.

There was no pain, no feeling, but this painless pain almost broke their spirits.

They have been trapped in perpetual fear and struggle.

When most of them were dragged into the endless mud, the hands began to stretch outward, like plants that had just drunk enough water and fertilizer, growing bigger and bigger, growing stronger and thicker.

Then, suddenly, he jumped out of the deep muddy swamp and waved his thick arms towards the desperate men.

And when they came out, they were just arms, just like the tall and big arms of a person, with their big fingers waving constantly.

As soon as these arms came up to them, they began to pull their limbs, pulling hard.

Four arms pull a person's limbs, pulling in different directions, hard, and hard, and then, in front of you, there is a bright and magnificent color.

They were dismembered.

Then, everything went to peace.

When the sound of the flute stopped, they returned to reality.

Slowly there was light before their eyes again, the light of the faint candles that hung on the pillars around the casino.

They're back in the casino.

Now, they were still alive, and Lan Yutang was standing in front of them, and the low sound of the flute was slowly flowing out of the seven holes.

And those scenes just now were just illusions deliberately created by his immortal jade flute.

It's a phoenix night song again.

Lan Yutang stopped the flute, looked at them coldly, and said in a deep voice: "How is it? The scene in hell is good, that's where you are about to go."

The mussel was still clutching his head, shaking vigorously, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the illusion he had just had, and his mouth was purring, and he did not know what he was saying.

His hands and feet were still dancing, as if he were still fighting with the imaginary arms and spirits.

And so he struck, kicked, and slammed, and the tables were overturned, the people were knocked down, and the candles hanging on the pillars were broken and landed right on the tables that had fallen apart.

The table burst into flames by candlelight.

The mussels kept rolling in the fire, and even kept hitting their bodies, their heads, and even their shells with their fists.

Now, the two mussel shells that had been protecting his body had been completely shattered by his impact, and there were scattered fragments all over the ground.

Although the mussel shell can protect his body from the blow of a heavy fist, it cannot protect his nervous system from the attack of the flute.

Although the heavy fist of the human fist could not hit his weak body, he himself smashed the protective shell that he was proud of.

Without the protection of the mussel shell, the river mussel is like a newborn baby, which can only be slaughtered.

Not only the river mussels, but also the other shrimp soldiers and crab generals seemed to have completely come to their senses, and they were still fighting hard against those illusory illusions.

Seeing this, the corners of Lan Yutang's mouth suddenly showed a trace of an inexplicable smile, this smile seemed to be too cruel, and said in a deep voice:

Your heart may be full of doubts, but illusion is always an unfathomable and very beautiful thing, like a cloak wrapped around the truth.

Unfortunately, for thousands of years, it has been very difficult for mortals and saints to truly understand illusions through illusions.

Although you are just a group of miscellaneous soldiers of the Ogi Mirror Palace, a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who have been resurrected from the underworld, I want to give you the opportunity to learn the truth.

Wicked people, let the sound of my flute touch your wicked hearts and guide you to understand the true meaning of the true love and hope hidden in this world.

Now, your nerve centers have been completely destroyed by the sound of my flute, and you have become a real waste, and staying in this world will only increase your troubles.

Let my flute sound to extradite you on your way, wicked people, don't be confused anymore, follow my flute sound, and go to the world that truly belongs to you.

Speaking of this, he put the immortal jade flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose to his mouth, and his lips moved slightly.

Then, a strong, heavy, as if mixed with flame-like power immediately surged towards these samurai of the Ogikatsu Palace.

And the tune is no longer low, no longer gentle, but high-pitched and sharp, like the sound of magma erupting from a volcano.

These terrible voices roared over their heads, destroying the earth, destroying the mountains and forests, and seemed to swallow everything in this world.

It's the Requiem of the Phoenix.

The Phoenix Requiem is a song of death.

When the sound of death filled the entire casino like a mist, new visions began to arise in the minds of these people.

In these newly generated visions, sparks began to appear, shining like stars in the sky, and diamonds at the bottom of the river.

It was phosphorus fire from the bones of dead men.

In this boundless darkness, these faint phosphorescences are like the eyes of countless wandering ghosts, opening their mouths wide and waiting to choose people to eat.