Chapter 721: Eternal life, eternal fall into eighteen levels of **** (third update)
Yan Junzi is a map gun, I saw someone say him.
As soon as he turned his head, staring at God Mingtian, he cursed: "Speak humanly! If you offend me and dissatisfy me at all, I will definitely blow you to ashes!"
He is used to being arrogant, acts recklessly, never thinks about the consequences, and doesn't even have the habit of thinking about it.
"Bold! How dare you disrespect the God of the Underworld!"
King Equality yelled angrily, a detached force, containing Yan Luo's unique soul-stirring power, with a single word, Yan Junzi's body trembled.
"The **** of the underworld... who is the **** of the underworld?"
Yan Junzi murmured, staring at Ye Que, the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar.
I seem to have seen this product somewhere...
In the form of judge of life and death, Ye Que has silver hair, holding a roll call reincarnation pen and life and death book, and even his face has changed.
It's not surprising that Yan Junzi couldn't see it.
But Ye Que remembered that he once appeared in the form of judge of life and death on the Holy King Monument.
At that time, Yan Junzi was also present.
"Ah! You are Ye Que!"
Yan Junzi always remembered that this God of the Underworld was some kind of supernatural power that Ye Que displayed after his master beheaded the ancient cardinal.
For a moment, he was startled and frightened.
Pointing at Yan Luo, he said, "Quick! Catch him quickly, you are detached, right? Catch him, and I will reward you a lot!"
Ye Que looked admiring, clapped his hands in applause, and then stretched out his thumbs in praise: "Nice! It really is Yan Junzi in my eyes, even Yan Luo dares to hate him!"
Yan Junzi sneered: "You almost killed me, I remember you, Ye Que! Once I let this transcendence and suppress you, I will definitely go to the Hall of Formation and take Yu Ruolin well..."
boom! !
It exploded like a thunderbolt in the trial hall of King Equality.
A force of pure darkness swept across the entire hall.
Yan Junzi, including Ye Que, felt a dark force that could deter demons, as if a **** that could devour demons was about to descend on their heads.
"Human race in the human world, report your name!"
It was the king of equality who was angry, and he was sitting on the high hall, wearing a robe with black patterns of Yan Luo, and there was a scene of **** suppressing all evil spirits.
Its face is surrounded by dark light, and its eyes are as deep as black holes, capable of devouring everything.
Behind him, there is a group of gods and spirits of the Equal King, with their feet on hell, and the sky of the underworld above their heads, with a stalwart and tall body, overlooking the evil spirits in front of them.
Seeing Ye Que, he whispered secretly.
Yama of the ten halls, or Yama of the ten halls.
Initiated a prestige, really can not be underestimated.
Even strangers like him have the urge to be intimidated into fear.
It is conceivable that Yan Junzi, who has become a wraith, must bear hundreds of times the pressure.
Plop!
Yan Junzi's body was illusory, and his soul and body were almost scattered.
He flung himself forward on all fours, trembling all over.
Trembling and raising his head, he looked at the terrible Yan Luo's wrath, which originated from the fear in his heart, and made him shout for help.
Ye Que shouted coldly: "Yan Junzi, you dare to behave wildly in front of Yan Luo, you should wake up!"
Confusion arose in Yan Junzi's eyes, and he finally began to think.
Turning his head and looking to the left, the statue of the ferocious evil spirit being alive and scratched is carved on the wall.
Turning his head to look to the right, all the Yin soldiers, holding hooks, guns, sticks and other criminal tools, glared at him.
With a thud, Yan Junzi screamed: "Don't! Spare me! I am the Son of God, I am Luo Sheng'e Body, I can protect the world, don't kill me!"
"Human race in the human world, report your name!"
King Ping'an yelled again, rumbling and blasting Yan Junzi's body.
Yan Junzi's body was torn apart, and the words of King Pingheng kept echoing in his mind.
"I... my name is Yan Junzi... I come... from... Ra... Rashomon."
Involuntarily lying on the ground, he opened his mouth tremblingly.
brush-
On a roll of paper in front of King Equality's desk, the word Yan Junzi appeared, and after that, there appeared many evil things that Yan Junzi did before him.
He looked at them one by one, and his expression became more and more indifferent.
In the end, he slapped the gavel again, and shouted angrily: "You say you are the Son of God, you say you are the Luo Sheng'e Body, and you say you can protect the world?"
"Yes yes yes! Let me go back! Let me go back, I can protect many, many people!"
Yan Junzi knocked his head loudly.
"Yin Division, tell him all the evil things he did during his lifetime!"
The King of Equality said in a low voice.
A man with a face like white paper flew from the side, he took the roll of paper that flew out from the table, and spoke to King Equality.
"Yan Junzi, from birth to death, has lived 2,001 years old. Since he became sensible, at the age of 322 years, he killed his mother and father. This is the most serious evil! Those who should enter the thirteenth floor Blood pool hell, suffering from the tainted blood devouring the body!"
"Yan Junzi, at the age of eight hundred and thirty-three, raped and killed three young girls. This is the second worst crime! He should enter the eighth floor of the iceberg **** and suffer the pain of being cut by the iceberg!"
"Yan Junzi, when he was one thousand and one years old, he massacred three hundred and three people. This is the third most evil thing! He should go to the ninth floor of the oil pan **** and suffer from the frying pan!"
"Yan Junzi, Yu..."
These are the evil things he did when he was not the Son of God.
Especially the matter of killing his mother and father, he is the only one in the world who knows about it.
Now being judged out, it seemed that the ugly man showed scars, and suddenly screamed and begged for mercy.
boom!
The Yin soldier smashed his mouth flat with a stick.
"No no no..."
He lay on the ground and howled uncontrollably, the fear in his eyes was the strongest in his life.
He never dreamed that he would have such retribution.
Looking at Ye Que again, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, his heart ached, and he regretted until there were muddy tears in his eyes.
However, no one in this hall will pity him.
The Yin Division pronounced the sentence again and again.
Ye Que's face became gloomy again and again.
Yan Junzi has done a lot of evil, not without reason.
He had committed a great evil before, and now, it was the consequence.
The current guilt can basically put him into fifteen hells.
"Yan Junzi, at the age of 2001, raped and killed thirteen girls or women, and if he regenerates evil deeds, he should enter the nine small ice hells under the eighth floor of the iceberg hell!"
"Yan Junzi, at the age of 2001, slaughtered or ordered others to kill 4,255 people, he should enter..."
"Yan Junzi, when he was two thousand and one years old, he joined forces with evil spirits to cause trouble in the world. This is a heinous crime in the six realms. He deserves to suffer in a total of 18 hells! He deserves to go to all the children under the 18 hells. The pain of hell!"
"Yan Junzi's crimes can be unified into the same: eternal life, and eternal hell!"
The underworld receives the paper and submits it to King Equality.
"No!!"
Yan Junzi trembled and howled.
"Yan Junzi, where is your support now?"
Ye Que knew that Yan Junzi's 2001 years old was the last year of his life, and it was also the year when Yan Junzi became the Son of God.
This year, he did too many evil things.
He questioned Yan Junzi, Yan Junzi was a little hysterical, and said angrily: "I have become such a miserable person! You still scream! Shut up!!"
"Disrespect to the God of the Underworld, you should be punished!"
boom!
The Yin soldier hooked his mouth to pieces, causing him to beg for mercy in pain.
The mouth that had finally recovered was rotten again.
Ye Que sneered.
This is the horror of the eighteen layers of hell.
No matter how hard you toss, in the end, your wraith body is still intact, but the pain you have suffered will never be erased.