Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

Danger!

Looking at the scene where Shen Jian raised the ghost sword and was about to cut into the air,

The Bone Ghost King's expression changed.

There seemed to be a big danger above his head.

His instinct told him that once this human slashed him, he would die!

He, an abyss-level ghost king, actually felt a sense of crisis in a human being.

This is ridiculous.

wait……

The Bone Ghost King has not yet finished speaking.

Shen Jian had already hit the thick dead line.

There was no resistance at all.

Under his divine power as King of Yama, the black dead thread the size of two buckets was like paper and was easily cut off by him.

Click.

Shen Jian faintly heard the sound of bones breaking.

Take a look.

The skull of the Bone Ghost King has fallen off.

The dark red luster in his eyes dissipated.

It crashed on the spot.

There was no resistance in the whole process.

thump.

The pig-headed ghost king knelt down again.

Don't ask if his mother will ask him why he is kneeling -

He has no mother...

He just likes to kneel...

At this moment.

The Pig-Headed Ghost King no longer knew how to express his inner turmoil.

My dear mother.

This human being is so violent.

The abyss-level ghosts kill as many as they want.

If he hadn't been useful in the first place, I'm afraid he would have died in such an obscure way.

Think of this.

He moved his knees and retreated a few meters.

Because he was afraid that Shen Jian would not be satisfied with the cutting, he also cut him.

That would be such an injustice.

After moving to a good position, the Pig-Headed Ghost King looked again.

But he saw Shen Jian standing there, still holding the ghost knife that killed the abyss-level ghost, staring ahead.

He was slightly startled.

Looked the same way.

I saw a writing brush floating out of thin air where the Bone Ghost King died.

It was as if an invisible ghost was holding the pen in the air.

As the brush painted profound ghost patterns, the body of the dead Bone Ghost King once again possessed supernatural fluctuations, and the eye sockets of the skull rolling on the ground also ignited a dark red luster.

The next second.

The Bone Ghost King's head returned to the corpse.

Resurrection in place.

Pig-Headed Ghost King:! ! !

That pen has such supernatural powers?

To revive a dead ghost?

grass

What exactly was he missing?

This was originally his.

The pig-headed ghost king was bleeding from his heart.

If he could possess this supernatural power, the Abyss Level would also be consumed by him.

Even the unsolvable level ghosts have to avoid his sharp edges when they see him.

This human being is finished.

Manpower will eventually be exhausted.

…

the other side.

Shen Jian's eyes were slightly surprised.

Restart?

If he read it correctly, this should be an alternative reboot.

The restart performed by the ghost domain can rewind time by ten seconds within a certain period of time. It can not only target the ghost master himself, but also anyone who is within the ghost domain and died within ten seconds can rewind time to no time. Before the injury.

It is a wide-scale restart.

The ghost brush in front of me holds a different kind of restart.

By refining ghost patterns, the opponent's state can be adjusted back to before the accident.

This is the second ghost he has encountered that has the power to restart.

Not the Bone Ghost King.

But ghost paintings.

This supernatural power is clearly the restart of the ghost painting.

It is shown in the form of ghost brush.

At this time.

The supernaturally resurrected Bone Ghost King finally came to his senses.

The smile on Shen Jian's eyes was gone.

However, he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy and a disaster was imminent.

Damn human being, you actually attacked me secretly. No wonder you had the courage to come to see me. Unfortunately, you were one step behind and I got this supernatural power first.

The Bone Ghost King smiled sadly.

With the power of restart, he is already invincible.

As soon as the supernatural fluctuation disappears, the ghost brush will automatically draw ghost patterns for him and adjust his state back to a minute ago.

How could he lose when the flying dragon rides on his face?

No one can defeat the evil ghost who has the power to reboot.

Human, that one blow just now was amazing, but can you still make a second blow? I will give you one last chance to take the one in your hand...

Click.

The words have not yet finished.

Shen Jian had already slashed for the second time with an expressionless expression.

The skull of the Bone Ghost King fell down again.

Tens of seconds later.

The Bone Ghost King revived again.

Damn human being, since you don't know how to appreciate others, don't blame me for being cruel, I will torture your soul...

Click.

The third knife slashed.

The skull of the Bone Ghost King was knocked off again.

Tens of seconds later.

That's enough. Are you talking about martial ethics anymore? Can you let me finish? The fists of my Bone Ghost King are not...

Click.

Shen Jian continued to swing the knife.

There's nothing a knife can't fix.

If so - then two knives, three knives, four knives.

Anyway, he doesn't need to bear the cost of the ghost sword.

Just swinging a knife.

Who wouldn’t?

at this time.

Shen Jian's eyes already showed some interest.

Compared to the three times back in time of Gui Yan La Kua, the restart mastered by Gui Hua seems to be more lasting.

This is already the fourth time, and the ghost brush shows no sign of any supernatural weakening.

Click.

For the tenth time, he chopped off the skull of the White Bone Ghost King.

This time.

The White Bone Ghost King never screamed again.

At the moment of supernatural revival, his body had disappeared into the ghost realm.

Fuck fuck fuck.

This human being is so disgusting.

Cut him as soon as he recovers.

And there was no sign of exhaustion in sight.

Damn it.

I can't beat you, why can't I run away?

After eighteen years of rebuilding, this human being will be sent to hell.

Think of this.

The Bone Ghost King moved faster.

Moving within the ghost realm, his speed was extremely fast.

A blink of an eye is eight hundred meters.

This is the maximum extent of his ghost domain.

In the process of moving.

Without warning, his head fell off again.

What the hell...

Before he died, he glanced behind him.

Sure enough, I saw the human chasing after me.

The ancient ghost sword that frightened him struck again.

Once again he was dismembered and put to death.

…

I don’t know how many times after that.

The supernaturally revived White Bone Ghost King no longer had the arrogance and unruliness he had before. The next second after he revived, he knelt down directly.

Want to cry but no tears.

He was an abyss-level ghost king, but he could suffer such humiliation.

While feeling aggrieved, he also had a deep fear of Shen Jian.

The supernatural power of the ghost brush comes from the ghost painting that controls the world in the painting. He is the master of the city in the painting, the master of the scroll, and a terrifying top ghost king.

However.

Even the restart mastered by the top ghost king cannot save him at this moment.

He could clearly tell that after three more restarts, he would collapse.

Complete death in the true sense of the word.

There will be no chance of supernatural recovery.

This is not the limit of Ghost Writing Brush, but it is already his limit.

then.

He knelt down immediately.

Because he was afraid that if he knelt down for two or three seconds, he would be hacked to death again.

Human, I give up. You can take these things away. I don't want them anymore.

The Bone Ghost King said with a trembling voice.

Shen Jian walked over leisurely, carrying the ghost sword.

He raised his eyebrows and said, You're quite brave, aren't you?

Not brave, not brave.

The Bone Ghost King was full of humiliation, but he still licked his face and smiled.

Just saying.

He saw Shen Jian retract the ghost knife.

However, before he could take a breath, Shen Jian took out another white bone rod.

Bone Ghost King:? ? !

Damn it.

What the hell do you want to do?

You devil, haven't you tortured me enough just now?

The Treaty of Geneva should be drafted by you.

He panicked.

He said loudly: Human, what are you doing? Do you know that you are committing a crime by riding on the horse? I am a prisoner of war, and prisoners of war must be treated preferentially.

Hear this.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows.

Are you teaching me how to do things?

Said.

A stick hit him.

Ahhh!

far away.

Listening to this tragic wail, the Pig-Headed Ghost King silently mourned in his heart:

Hope the ghost is okay.

…

Ten minutes later.

Shen Jian walked out of the room.

The pig-headed ghost king acted like a eunuch throughout the entire process, silent, raising his head, and doing nothing. He silently followed Shen Jianjian and acted as a transparent person.

the other side.

Shen Jian held three obsessive objects.

The scarlet panel emerged.

[Main mission: Collect obsessive objects (3/3)]

[It is detected that the player has collected it. Please return to Lost Paradise and wake up the ghost paintings. 】

[Note: The attitude of the ghost painting will determine the settlement process of the copy. 】

[Note: The main mission has been completed, and all players can settle the copy at any time. 】

Look at the prompts on the panel.

The chat interface has exploded.

[Zuo Ci: The great god is awesome. When I go back this time, I will set up a King of Yama Fans Support Association to promote the great god's achievements. 】

[Meng De: Add me. 】

[Players: +1. 】

【+1. 】

【+1. 】

I took a few glances.

Shen Jian withdrew his gaze.

For other players, the copy is over at this point.

But for him, this is just the beginning.

Only by mastering the ghost painting can this trip be considered complete.

Otherwise, it’s just that you have cleared a copy.

This is not what he wants.

He wants all the ghost paintings and the cities in the paintings controlled by the ghost paintings.

Unlocking the eighteenth level of hell depends on filling half of the world in the painting.

Think of this.

Shen Jian couldn't hold back his excitement.

…

soon.

He returned to White Castle.

All three obsessions were sent into the scroll.

The ink painting style in the scroll gradually disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by the ink painting of the woman Shen Jian had seen.

The difference is that the ink paintings in the outside world only show a covered face, but now, a full-body photo is revealed.

What caught his eye was a pair of eyes that seemed to contain stars.

Her black hair is tied back by a wooden hairpin, and she wears a thin moon-white robe that outlines her exquisite figure.

Although he is the person in the painting, when he is stared at by those pair of star-like deep eyes, he feels as if he is looking at a real person.

The facial features reveal a noble temperament that cannot be blasphemed.

Shen Jian also had some emotion in his eyes.

If this unparalleled beauty had appeared in ancient times, there would have been rumors that the emperor was possessed by an evil spirit and would not think about eating or drinking in front of the portrait all day long.

Disaster for the country and the people.

Is that all?

Shen Jian asked.

Succubus Qimeng stood aside, the black wings behind her back were fanning, and she said excitedly: Yes, Master, Master Guihua will recover on his own, but I can't guarantee how long it will take.

Shen Jian frowned.

If he wakes up too late, then the invasion plan of the little bastard Thriller Game will be successful.

Think about it.

Shen Jian decided to wait one night.

I'm going to take a shower and relax.

Shen Jian said.

Succubus Qimeng smiled and said, It's already been prepared.

Shen Jian nodded.

Turn around and leave.

…

bathroom.

It's said to be a bathroom, but it's actually a bathtub.

A huge bath that takes up an entire room.

The clouds and mist curled up.

Shen Jian lay on his back.

The eyes are looking at the chat interface to collect what is happening in the real world.

While Shen Jian's attention was focused elsewhere.

Above the bath.

A painting emerged out of thin air.

The eyes of the blue-haired woman in the painting seemed to move slightly.

A jade hand stretched out.

Then the whole body stepped into the bath.

In the mist.

A beautiful figure is looming.

Slowly walking towards Shen Jian...