"Yes, there was indeed only Tathagata at the beginning, but others were lurking in his Sumeru space. I counted Tathagata, Ran Deng, Maitreya Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, Amitayus Buddha, and a few others I didn't recognize.

"

Yang Xuan twitched the corner of his mouth and gave Hou Tu a thumbs up, "Awesome, I'm convinced. So many people are beating you up. Even if you lose, it's still an honor to lose."

"Fart, these guys are not our enemies at all. We, the Witch Clan, are fighting in the sky and on the earth. We are invincible at the same level. How can we be afraid of these guys who are full of tricks?"

"Then how did you become such a virtuous person?"

Houtu, who was still high in fighting spirit just now, let out a long sigh, "Tathagata is very despicable. When he saw that he was no match for me, he used the soul-fixing awl to sneak attack me. Originally, if I fought with them together, I could have some upper hand, but this thing

It had the inscription of a saint, and he was captured alive by them not long after."

Yang Xuan exclaimed that it was a pity. The battle scenes described by Houtu made Yang Xuan, who was also a spiritual practitioner, feel a little admiration and envy. "Forget it, there is still one life anyway. As long as you don't die, you will always come forward."

Yang Xuan understood that Hou Tu must have been analyzing her own combat skills. To be honest, losers usually won't be convinced if they are defeated by a surprise attack. She must have been depressed over the years. It's typical to take a step back and the sky is brighter, and the more you think about it, the more you think about it.

Getting more angry.

"I'm starting to pull it out, please bear with it, it will definitely hurt." After Yang Xuan finished speaking, before Hou Tu could respond, he pulled out one piece after another. Some of them were inserted shallowly, after all, there was a lot of flesh, such as

Some of them are inserted deeper into the chest, hips, and shoulders, especially the head and calves. There are also many soul-fixing awls on the seven arms behind the back.

It's okay to pull out the ones on her body. Anyway, just crush the ones with the saint's inscriptions on them. What's difficult to pull out is precisely her lower body. Houtu's lower body is the body of a snake, and there are fine and tight scales everywhere on it, which not only blocks the

Yang Xuan pulled out the awl, and even the awl he had just pulled out was stuck there tightly again.

"Can you control your shell?"

"Yours is the shell, these are the scales."

Yang Xuan scratched his butt and said helplessly, "Whatever, I don't have this thing, don't let it block it, otherwise it won't be able to be pulled out, so I can only shave the scales for you."

Thinking of scraping off the scales on his body, even Hou Tu's will couldn't help but shudder.

Different races have different vital organs. On her body, the scales are the same as human skin, and scraping the scales is the same as skin peeling.

However, his control over his body was not fully restored, so Houtu could only use his willpower to drive the scales on his lower body.

After a little control, Yang Xuan nodded. As expected, it was much smoother than before, and he quickly pulled out all the soul-fixing awls stuck on his tail.

Huh? That’s weird.

Houtu is hundreds of meters tall, but his scales are very fine. Each scale is almost the size of an ordinary woman's hand, but there is a scale in the middle of the tail that is as tall as half a person. Yang Xuan rubbed it, and it felt like it.

Not bad, it's still warm and soft.

Instinctively, he lifted up his scales. Before Yang Xuan could see clearly, the aura bursting out into the sky, and a dark shadow flashed out.

There was a sound of "Pa~~!"

Yang Xuan was directly thrown into the mountain wall. His whole body was in the shape of a large font, which was firmly embedded in the mountain wall. The mountain wall on the 19th floor of hell was extremely hard, but in Yang Xuan's eyes, it was not much harder than tofu.

After climbing out of the mountain wall, Yang Xuan said angrily, "There's something wrong with you. Why, do you want to regret it?"

Hou Tu, who originally had bronze skin, turned dark at this moment. He quickly covered his lower body with strange scales and said angrily, "Who let you touch those scales? Humph, you humans are hateful and shameless."

"Damn, it's just a scale. What's wrong with you?" Yang Xuan couldn't understand what was going on.

"Hmph, it's nothing. Just treat it as my instinct."

Yang Xuan dusted himself off. Unexpectedly, Hou Tu's physical strength was so strong that his whole arm was numb.

Just when Yang Xuan was about to say something, when he saw Hou Tu's movements, Yang Xuan rushed forward and stopped Hou Tu's next movements.

"No."

"What for? It has locked me up for so many years, and I want to destroy it." Hou Tu looked at the soul-fixing cones all over the ground with hatred.

"No, no, no, I'll just assume you just had an instinctive reaction. Anyway, I've already put away the sky-locking hook. You'd better give me the soul-fixing awl."

Hou Tian's vertical pupils shrank and he said suspiciously, "You don't want to use it against me, do you?"

"Ha ha ha ha

How is it possible? I, Yang Xuan, just like to make friends. You see, there is no conflict of interest between us, so there is no enemy. By the way, you can’t slap me with your tail next time. I am now completely

My arms are all numb." Yang Xuan grinned and rubbed his arms, but his body was honest and he was frantically putting all the soul-fixing awls into the storage space.

Hou Tu twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "A hungry ghost is reincarnated."

After clearing up the soul-fixing awls all over the floor, Yang Xuan looked satisfied. Every time he went to a strange place, this kind of adventure and plunder always made people feel like they couldn't stop.

After collecting the things, Yang Xuan said carelessly, "Houtu, when I came in just now, there was a red stream."

"Oh? You're talking about the Blood Sea, right? That used to be the blood river ancestor's territory."

"before?"

"He's dead. He was beaten to death by the ten great Buddhas."

"That's not right. According to legend, the ancestor of Blood River is also a semi-holy being. How could he die so easily? Moreover, it is said that if the Blood River does not dry up and the Styx River is immortal, he might still be alive?"

"What about the River Styx?"

Yang Xuan was stunned, as if he had turned into a river, and shook his head helplessly, "What are Heaven and the West going to do? Are you crazy? What good will it do to them to destroy the underworld?"

"There is too much resentment and karma in the world, and Heaven is not at ease, so it discharges all the resentment and karma in the world to the underworld. After all, both the underworld and the blood river have the ability to digest it. As time goes by, more and more

The resentment and karma made the underworld

He Xuehe was overwhelmed, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the ancestor Xuehe went to heaven to argue. It was fine at first. But you already know what happened later. Our hell was destroyed. Alas, I didn’t expect Xuehe to be tortured all his life. In the end

He was so strong in the first battle."

"You mean, in order to destroy the ancestor of the Hades, the ten great Buddhas directly evaporated the blood river into a small river?" Yang Xuan shook his head, how much hatred is this.

"Well, even if you look at it as a river now, it actually doesn't have much blood. The river water you see is actually endless karma."

"I don't understand why Heaven cares about karma. It's better to touch less of that thing. Last time I slaughtered tens of billions of creatures in other worlds, which earned me tens of billions of karma. I almost choked on the water I drank and fell down.
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