Legend of the Mythological Genes

Eighteen hells?

Horror, low, and cold laughter echoed in my ears, like the sound of soul-wrenching sounds from the depths of hell, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

Feng Lin looked from a distance, and saw the darkness rolling around him, from which emerged hideous and distorted faces, with bloodshot eyes and mouths roaring like black holes, as if they were evil ghosts sinking into hell, suffering all kinds of torture , never to be reborn.

The shrill howl made people's hearts tremble.

"Is this a phantom formation?!" Feng Lin looked at the many stone pillars standing in a row, emitting blood and black energy, faintly forming a large formation, and became thoughtful.

No wonder he always felt that there was something wrong with the ultimate murderer. Even if he suffered a serious injury, his strength would not decline so quickly.

In this way, the invasion of the earth by the blood he left was also intentional.

As expected of the ultimate murderer, the scheming and methods of this kind of killing really make people not careless.

Feng Lin was careful again and again, but he was still tricked.

With the help of the power of heaven and earth, the formation has been established, and the momentum is so great that it completely dragged him into hell, and he could not escape.

boom!

The darkness rolled, and there was a loud noise that shook the mountains.

Feng Lin looked up, and saw a monster with green face and fangs rising from the front of his eyes. His body was as big as a giant mountain, majestic and terrifying. He wore a crown of white bones on his head. He opened his bloody eyes and looked down from above.

"Stinky boy, let's see how you escape now? Eighteen hells, where sentient beings are judged. Being dragged into the eighteen hells, your soul will suffer countless tortures and be completely shattered. Even the most advanced technology in the interstellar world can't save you. After you die, all your cultivation will be turned into merits to help me improve further. This is also the fate of those who died under my hands before, and you can't escape! Xin, that's why I'm the only one who is called the ultimate murderer, because I'm the only one who has mastered this ultimate killing technique!..." The demon sneered sinisterly, who else is it?

"Eighteen Hells? Do you really think you are the King of Yama?" The situation was extremely critical, Feng Lin didn't lose his mind, but stalled for time with the other party, looking for a chance to break the situation.

"Huh? You actually know the myth of King Yama? You really underestimated you!" The ultimate murderer might have felt that he had the chance to win, and looked at Feng Lin, an ant struggling in vain in his palm with a smirk, and said with a sinister smile, " Did you know? I am taking the road of Shura mythology, and the synthesis formula of Shura gene is evil spirit gene x 6 + killing gene x 7 + soul gene x 5 = Shura gene, and the end point of this road is to rule the heavens and all gods. King Yama of the eighteen hells. In these eighteen hells, I am Yama!"

The voice was like muffled thunder, resounding from the dark sky, as if Yan Luo was sitting in the city of vain death, pronouncing Feng Lin's fate of death.

Feng Lin felt chills in his heart.

The murder king actually told himself the priceless genetic formula of Shura's gene, what does this mean?

This shows that he already has the certainty of killing himself, so that he cannot reveal the secret.

Is it phantom array?

The Shura gene needs to evolve with the mind gene as a parameter.

Feng Lin thought to himself, since it was an illusion, it was attacking people's hearts.

The murder king made a mistake. He told the formula of Shura's gene and made himself clear about his details. Did he really think that he was a soft persimmon and let him squeeze it?

"So what if you are King Yama? You know, I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven..." Feng Lin laughed softly.

"What?" Seeing that he still didn't panic in such a desperate situation, the Killer King frowned, but he still couldn't hear what he said.

boom!

With Feng Lin at the center, violent spiritual power swept out like a storm, impacting this dark illusion, and the void began to distort, as if it could not bear it, and began to gradually crack.

"You have also awakened the soul gene?" The ultimate murderer was taken aback, and said in a dark voice. "Since you have awakened the soul gene and know my Asura path gene formula, then I can't let you go! Otherwise, you will become a serious problem in the future!"

"When things come to this, what's the use of saying this, King of Killers? If you want to fight, fight!" Feng Lin shouted coldly, bursting out with all his strength, impacting this fantasy space.

"Looking for death!" The Killer King's eyes shrank sharply, and the power of his mind also gushed out, and the phantom formation of hell suddenly changed drastically, and quickly stabilized.

The sea of ​​blood rolled, and howling little ghosts crawled out of it one after another, densely packed, holding iron chains in their hands, endless.

"The first floor of the Eighteen Hells, Tongue Pulling Hell!" A cold snort.

The scene around Feng Lin changed drastically, and he found that he was tied to an iron pillar at some point, and he was bound by heavy iron chains, unable to break free.

Those little ghosts were only the size of a fist, and crawled all over his body like ants. They opened Feng Lin's mouth, hooked his tongue with an iron hook and pulled it out.

Heartbreaking pain.

Feng Lin's face turned red, and he frantically pushed back his tongue.

"You dare to disobey King Yama's punishment, little ones, let's go together and pull out his tongue!" a red kid roared.

The other little ghosts got up one after another, screaming wildly, rushed up one after another, grabbed Feng Lin's tongue and pulled it out vigorously.

All the little ghosts exert their strength together, like a tug of war.

Feng Lin couldn't resist the strong force, and his tongue was pulled out violently. It was dragged for a meter long, and he was about to become a hanged ghost.

Those little ghosts took small knives, forks, axes, halberds... and stabbed at the tongue, blood flowed horizontally, and the pain was unspeakable.

Feng Lin's consciousness began to slacken.

There was another cold snort like howling from an evil ghost.

"The second floor of eighteen hells, scissors hell!"

The ground cracked, and a pair of huge scissors shot up into the sky. They clicked and cut the little ghosts into pieces. Feng Lin was instantly cut into hundreds of pieces and turned into minced meat.

But then he recovered quickly, and countless scissors rattled, dismembering his corpse time and time again, recovering quickly, and being tortured again and again.

"The third floor of the Eighteen Hells, Iron Tree Hell!"

Feng Lin was tied to an iron tree again. Every branch was a sharp blade, which was picked from under the skin of the back and hung on the iron tree. When the wind blew, all the flesh and bones disappeared, and it was dried in the sun, and it changed in a short while. Become a human being.

...

"The ninth floor of the eighteen hells, the oil pan hell!"

The cauldron was boiled by flames, and the hot oil inside was boiling hot.

Feng Lin was stripped of his clothes, naked, and thrown into it. He was wrapped in endless hot oil, his skin was cracked, and his flesh and blood were cooked. He was fried repeatedly, crackling!

He roared in pain, only feeling familiar from the inside out.

"The tenth floor of the eighteen hells, the bull pit hell!"

Feng Lin was thrown into a huge mountain pit. Thousands of cows trampled over. The body of the cow was burning with flames, and it was burnt to ashes when it touched it.

...

Feng Lin fell into the 18th floor of hell and was subjected to various tortures. His body was crushed into ashes time and time again.

"As expected of a monk who has awakened the genes of the soul, ordinary people can't resist the ninth floor of hell! And you have reached the tenth floor, I want to see how long you can last! You know, this hell is more and more layered. Terrible!"

"The eleventh floor of the eighteen hells, the stone crushing hell!"

"The twelfth floor of the eighteen hells, Mortar Hell!"

"The thirteenth floor of the eighteen hells, the blood pool hell!"

...

The Killer King spoke one after another, and the boulder rolled down. Feng Lin's body was put into the mortar and crushed repeatedly, pointing at it and crushed, and then thrown into the pool of blood.

The body fell, and the ghostly howl echoed in the ears.

Feng Lin's thoughts were shattered, he sank endlessly, and fell into an unprecedented danger. Once he fell into darkness, he would be forever silent and never wake up again.

A huge crisis rose in his heart, and he knew that his life and death were only on the front line.

It's like a dream and an illusion, everything is like a dream.

Feng Lin kept chanting the formula in his heart, mustering up his energy again and again, trying to wake up.

But the endless darkness and coldness always suppressed his heart, and he fell into the boundless darkness.

"Huh?" At this moment, a faint light suddenly appeared in front of Feng Lin's eyes, like a faint light spot, although dim, it illuminated a piece in the deep darkness.

He instinctively approached the past, and saw a scene that seemed familiar, in a magnificent hall.

...

"King Yama, my old Sun Xiuxian has achieved the Dao and Tianqi Shousheng and jumped out of the five elements. Why are people arresting me?" A golden monkey with a thunderous face held an iron rod and sat carelessly on the throne of King Yama. Incomparable way.

"Shangxian, calm down. There are many people with the same name and surname in the world, or did the dead man go away by mistake?" King Yama said in horror.

"Nonsense! Nonsense! As the saying goes: 'It's not bad for officials to send people.' You quickly take the life and death book and let me see it!" The monkey didn't believe it, and angrily reprimanded it. With a wave of the iron rod in his hand, it quickly became bigger and golden. The iron pillars swept up, shaking the Hall of Yama, and several pillars were broken.

King Yan Luo was trembling with fright, "Hurry up! Judge, take out the book of life and death!"

A judge wearing a high crown quickly took out a huge book and brought it over.

The monkey snatched it in his hand and looked through it.

In the book of life and death, there are naked worms, caterpillars, feather worms, insects, and scales. This monkey is like a human being without being named; like a naked worm, it does not live in a country; A book of life and death.

The monkey opened it, and was surprised to see the writing on the number 1350 of the soul character, "Sun Wukong's name is a natural stone monkey, and he should live to die at the age of 342!"

The monkey was furious, "I've learned from a teacher, and I've already become a fairy. Why is my name on the book of life and death? Get a pen!"

"This..." Yan Luo Wang and the judge looked at each other, suddenly embarrassed.

"Huh? Do you still want to bully my old grandson?" The monkey stared with golden eyes, as if the King Yama would overthrow this hell if he refused to agree.

With a bitter expression on his face, Yan Luo Wang hurriedly motioned to the judge at the side, and handed over a judge's pen.

The monkey snatched the brush and ticked off his name in an instant. Before he stopped, the brush waved wildly, turning the book of life and death into ghostly symbols, making a mess.

"Done it, done it! From now on, my monkey family will not be under the control of your underworld!" The monkey turned around and walked outside without even saying hello.

King Yan Luo looked at the book of life and death that had been torn into pieces on the ground, and trembled with anger, "Come here! This monstrous monkey destroyed my treasures in the underworld, take him down, and send him to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

Ow! Jie! Roar! ...

Bull's head and horse's face, Asura's yaksha... Countless ghost soldiers and ghost generals from the underworld rushed up, engulfing the monkey inside and out like a tide.

"Good time! I've long been annoyed at seeing you, a hellish place that seduces people at will! Today I will turn the eighteenth floor of hell upside down!" The monkey was not afraid at all, sneered again and again, and shook his body, only Seeing countless golden hairs shaking off his body, he instantly transformed into countless monkeys, holding an iron rod in his hand, and charged into the army of ghosts in the underworld.

Hey hey hey!

The monkey sneered continuously, and the golden figure was everywhere, facing thousands of ghost troops with one person, sweeping away with iron bars, destroying heaven and earth.

Under the sweep of a stick, the ghost soldiers and ghost generals were completely reduced to dust, their souls scattered, and they could not even be reincarnated.

In the nether world, the earth cracked, the sky shattered, and a scene of destruction.

Naihe bridge, broken!

Forget Chuanhe, do it!

Sansheng stone, broken!

...

Once the monkey moved his hands, endless ferocity arose in his heart. When he moved his hands, he was lawless and ignorant of restraint, and the world in the Netherworld was about to be completely smashed.

Many ghost troops collapsed under the monkey's iron rod like a rotten one.

"Hurry up! Go to Cuiyun Palace and invite Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!" King Yama shouted in horror as he saw the monkey's ferocity.

The monkey vented his anger recklessly, and wherever he went, everything was destroyed, and the underworld became ruins.

"Evil monkey, don't be presumptuous!" A solemn voice resembling a golden bell resounded through the sky, and a lotus throne descended from the sky, and after a while it became as big as the sky and was suppressed.

The monkey instinctively blocked it with a horizontal stick, and the boundless Buddha power suppressed him. His whole body was completely suppressed like in the eighteenth level of hell. He kept struggling, let out bursts of roars, and gradually lost his voice.

After a long time, Yama and the judge gods dared to approach, "Have you finally suppressed this monstrous monkey?"

They bowed to the sky from a distance, "Thank you Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for suppressing the monstrous monkeys with boundless magic power and saving the underworld!"

"Nanwu Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! King Yama is being polite. Hell is not empty, and I swear that I will not become a Buddha. Hell is related to the chance of a monk to become enlightened, which is what should be done!" A solemn voice sounded from the golden Buddha light.

"Bodhisattva is merciful!"

"Ksitigarbha is merciful!"

"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

...

There was a sound of joy in the underworld.

Just as all the beings in hell bowed down one after another, there was a sudden bang.

The sky is falling apart, and everything is broken.

"What?" The gods and ghosts looked over.

At the bottom of the endless and deep 18-level hell, a huge golden pillar soared into the sky, piercing through the 18-level hell, the demons and ghosts were in chaos, and a big hole was broken in the dark sky of the underworld.

A golden figure somersaulted, turned into a piece of golden light, and disappeared from the huge hole without a trace.

"This..." King Yan Luo looked at the Netherworld that had turned into Cang Yi, and was startled and terrified. His whole body was trembling, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The anger in the Buddha's light was like thunder, and the huge nether world was trembling.

"This monster is so fierce that even a monk can't subdue it! Let's jointly sign the Biao and listen to the heavens to suppress this monster!"