The three thousand Ghost Mansion soldiers were expressionless. They were just a method provided by the system.
Live and die.
In this world, the rules were supreme.
If you wanted to fight someone of a higher level, you would have to have a heaven-defying magic treasure in your hands. There might be a chance of a surprise attack.
However, under normal circumstances, it was impossible to use a quantitative change to cause a qualitative change.
Just like now, it was impossible for the 3,000 Ghost Mansion soldiers to kill the Mystic Immortals or even the Golden Immortals.
Even if 3,000 Ghost Mansion soldiers attacked together, Golden Immortals wouldn't be able to move at all.
This was the difference in quality.
However, ordinary Ashura people were completely helpless against these undead creatures.
Even if the Asura Clan members of the same realm fought the Ghost Mansion soldiers to the death, the Ghost Mansion soldiers would appear in front of him again in the next moment.
It was also a method to suppress the Blood Sea's strength and protect the peace of the Netherworld.
The sea of blood churned to the extreme, and a voice came from within.
"Junior, when the old ancestor fought with others, you were only a wisp of Xiantian Qi. Do you really think that the ancestor won't dare to kill you?”
This was the voice of the Netherworld River.
Hearing this, Lin Meng sneered." Listen carefully. What you did before has nothing to do with me. What you do in the future, I won't care." Anyone who dares to disturb the peace and stability of the underworld, try it?”
Minghe burst into laughter when he heard his voice.
"Good, good, good. Junior, I've underestimated you. I don't have the intention to disrupt the Six Paths of Reincarnation. You're just trying to lure me out and ask Supreme Earth to deal with me, right?”
Lin Meng smiled when he heard this.
"Whatever you say. This king disdains bickering with you. In short, if you're not convinced, then hold it in! If you can't hold it in, you can come out and give it a try!”
Lin Meng's voice was transmitted in, and the sea of blood gradually calmed down.
Minghe was afraid, so he did not dare to attack directly.
But in fact, Lin Meng knew that even if Minghe took action, Houtu would not do it unless it affected the Reincarnation.
Unless, he invited them himself.
In this way, the karma between him and Houtu would be settled.
Lin Meng planned to make good use of this Karma. He would not waste it on Minghe.
With a cold laugh, Lin Meng turned around and headed toward Fengdu.
In the Blood Sea, Ghost Mother was kneeling at the feet of the Nether River.
"Ancestor, are we letting him go just like that? Yintuoluo was still in his hands!”
Minghe was shrouded in Hellfire, so he couldn't see his real face. Looking at Lin Meng who was far away, he said coldly,""Trash, you can't even deal with a junior. If I were to personally take action now, I'd inevitably be labeled as bullying the weak. Besides, this Supreme Hou Tu owed him karma. If he asked this Supreme Hou Tu to deal with me, have you thought about the consequences?”
Hearing this, Ghost Mother lowered her head and didn't dare to speak.
"As for this Yintuoluo, it's fine if he's not as skilled as me. In short, as long as I'm still here, he won't die. It's nothing more than suffering some hardships. Could it be that my Blood Sea Clan is afraid of these?!”
"Yes, Patriarch!" Ghostmother hurriedly replied.”
At this moment, Lin Meng returned to Fengdu City.
With a wave of his hand, Yintuoluo appeared in front of him.
"Yama, since you can't kill me, you'll regret it sooner or later if you bring me back!”
"My Blood Sea Race has seen all kinds of formations. Do you think we're afraid of your Fengdu Ghost City?”
Lin Meng smiled. He stretched out his hand and pointed. All the magic power in his body was sealed.
As long as the Spring and Autumn Brush was still there, Minghe would not be able to remove the restriction on his body unless he did it himself.
"Come on!"
With a command, a ghost official walked out.
"Yama!"
Lin Meng pointed at Yintuoluo." There are eighteen levels of hell in the netherworld. Each level has its own trials and tribulations. If you don't go through all the trials and tribulations, it will be extremely difficult to leave." "However, the Netherworld has just been built. Most of the ghosts are probably in the first few levels of hell. I'm afraid you're not very familiar with the many levels of hell behind.”
Hearing this, Yintuoluo seemed to have a premonition.
"You hell king, are you planning to let me experience the pain of your eighteen levels of hell? Do you think Ben will care? What's a mere small technique worth mentioning?"
Lin Meng ignored him and waved his hand."Take him away and let him experience it one by one from the beginning until you completely understand all the functions of this eighteen levels of hell!”
Hearing this, the ghost official hurriedly nodded and said,"Yes!"”
With that, he brought Yintuoluo to the 18th level of hell.
Yintuoluo laughed loudly." Since we started cultivating, we've gone through countless hardships. Do you think we're afraid of your eighteen levels of hell? Originally, he would have just frowned. It was not this Blood Sea General!”
Lin Meng ignored him. The pain in each of the eighteen levels of hell was twenty times worse than the previous.
Pain was nothing, but the feeling of living a life worse than death was probably not that good.
As expected, Yintuoluo was quite arrogant.
He gritted his teeth and survived the first three levels of hell.
He couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Yama King, kill me if you dare! What kind of ability is torturing me?”
However, his voice couldn't reach Fengdu. It was deliberately spread by Lin Meng.
In an instant, half of the Land of Reincarnation and the surroundings of the Blood Sea could hear Yintuoluo's miserable cries day and night.
This was the real fate worse than death!
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