1648: C1648 The Last Cold Spring

C1648 The Last Cold Spring

The seal had already disappeared, and the ghost spear was also heading towards Yang Fann.

The boundless power of the spear, the will to forget oneself.

Yang Fann would only fight head-on with the Magistrate at the last moment of the transmission.

It would be separated at the first touch. The Magistrate didn't want to hurt him badly, but he wanted to borrow the Magistrate's power.

Six Paths of Reincarnation. He and the cold spring disappeared from his domain at the same time. At that time, there was also the robe in the cold spring.

As long as it was anything in the cold spring, he could teleport. Of course, whether or not he wanted to teleport something would depend on his consciousness.

Boom!

The Spear of Wushuang collided with the Spear of Magistrate.

The cold spring trembled, or rather, what was shaken was not the cold spring at all, but the cold prison.

It was only because the last cold spring had already disappeared, and what was left now was only the chill of the cold prison.

The buildings of the cold prison had been destroyed, and the Magistrate had used too much strength. Yang Fann had only borrowed his strength, and he couldn't stop himself, so naturally, he had severely injured the buildings of the cold prison.

At this moment, all the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Messengers, including Ox-Head and Horse-Face, were dumbfounded.

"Sir, you injured that kid!" Horse-Face didn't know what to say.

Although Yang Fann disappeared with the cold spring, the difference in combat strength between him and the Magistrate was too great. He could easily tell that he was injured.

"Get lost!" Judge Lu said while gnashing his teeth in anger.

While Judge Lu was scolding him, the power of teleportation still moved. Then, from a few portals, Ghost Messenger and Yin Messenger came out.

They were Judge Cui of the Yin Committee, Judge Han of the Benefit Department, and Judge Yang of the Punishment Department.

The three judges looked at Judge Lu with obvious contempt.

"Brother Lu, what happened?" Judge Cui asked even though he knew the answer.

Lu Caijue could only continue to look uncertain. He looked outside the cold spring and seemed to see Truth Listener looking back at him.

Truth Listener would notice something like this happening in the cold spring.

"I will definitely send that brat to the eighteenth level of hell. This matter is not playing. " The judge still spoke fiercely.

The remaining three judges were still frowning. Cui Zhui smiled and said, "That kid took Baili to see that kid before. I think Judge Lu should know that it's just a small matter for Judge Lu to deal with a mere beast. "

"Why do I need you to tell me?" Judge Lu would never be convinced.

What Six Paths Reincarnations, all living beings being equal was just a saying.

It was originally a land of intrigue and intrigue, how could there be unity?

Judge Lu knew that the three judges were waiting to see him make a fool of himself. He would not admit defeat until the last moment.

"Sir, please give the order!" Judge Lu, who was half-dead, also walked over with Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

The four judges did not have a clear division of labor. However, Judge Lu was greedy, so he came here in advance.

Originally, no one in the underworld would dare to believe that Yang Fann could take away the cold spring right under Lu Sentencing's nose, and even come and go a few times.

But now that it had happened, it could only be Judge Lu's responsibility.

If Judge Lu was held accountable by the King of Hell, then the remaining three judges would definitely not let him go, and King Ksitigarbha would not let him go either.

There was no need to ask what would happen to the pawns like Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

"Make some preparations and head to the White Mountain Beast Human Clan immediately!" Judge Lu continued to speak maliciously.

The other three judges looked at each other in silence. The judges had ulterior motives, but Cui Zhui coughed again, "Brother Lu, if we rashly go to the Wildness, our Netherworld Spirit's combat strength will be reduced by half. Do you need help or prepare more?"

It seemed like he was asking for help, but it was actually a provocation.

How could Judge Lu accept such a condition?

He would never pay any attention to Judge Cui. In the next breath, he had already turned around, but he brought Bull, Horse-Face, and the rest of the Ghost Messengers out of the Freezing Hell Jail.

He would definitely make preparations after this, but he would definitely not pretend to be someone else.

The other three judges smiled. They could not wish for anything more.

After that, the other three judges started to arrange the matters in the Cold Hell Spring.

Since the Cold Hell Spring was gone, the only use of the Cold Hell Spring was to stabilize the Nine Springs and prevent it from collapsing.

Since the cold spring had lost its transportation, the specters that should have been cleaned up by the cold spring would only escape with their lives.

Under such circumstances, the Specters of the Netherworld would not allow it to develop freely. Now that the cold spring was useless, they could only use the power of the Specters.

Compared to the cold spring, the efficiency of the ghost power was naturally lower. There were really some who slipped through the net, but there was nothing they could do. In any case, it was Judge Lu's responsibility.

……

Yang Fann had arrived at the Cold Department.

He wasn't in a good condition. It seemed easy for him to borrow the Magistrate's Power. It wasn't a joke.

He wasn't seriously injured, but at least he wasn't much weaker than Yang Fann. His combat strength was at least halved.

At that moment, he only knew the powerful Six Paths of Reincarnation and tried to make the cold air on his body stronger.

The so-called cold air was actually still ghost energy, only because it came from the power of the Cold Spring in his sea of consciousness.

Under the condition that his injuries were severe, he still temporarily protected the power of the cold spring. At least, he would not let the ghostly creatures that came to Wildness to accidentally bump into him.

The people of the Han Tribe had already arrived by his side, "Gather more materials to protect the cold spring, and inform Xia Jiuyou of the Mouri Tribe. . . "

Yang Fann quickly gave his orders.

He naturally knew that the Nether Realm would immediately attack the White Mountain Tribe. He informed Xia Jiuyou of the news.

While Xia Jiuyou was rushing to the White Mountain Tribe, he could also ask Feng Jingtian to assist him.

He had provoked the Nether Realm because he wanted to establish a connection with Jiutian. Of course, it was also for the same reason that he wanted to help Little Firebird.

If White Mountain Tribe was destroyed because of this reason, Yang Fann would not be able to accept it.

This was the most basic form of kindness.

The people from the Han Tribe nodded and the messenger from the Han Tribe quickly left the Han Tribe.

The speed of the Han Tribe was long, and they were much more efficient than the other tribes in this area.2

They could definitely get Xia Jiuyou and the White Mountain Tribe of Nine Wind City to receive this news as soon as possible.

Yang Fann felt slightly relieved after seeing the arrangements. While he temporarily kept the Cold Spring from leaking, he continued to use the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

In the Netherworld, the one who suffered the most damage when fighting Lu Zhui was actually his soul.

Now, he naturally needed to use the cold spring's healing power to heal his soul.

An endless chill ran through his body. With the help of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his soul cultivation speed could be said to be unimaginable.

Soul recovery was ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times slower than flesh recovery.

It was precisely because of this that if one could see the recovery of the soul with the naked eye, it would truly ruin one's understanding.

The people of the Han Tribe were in a hurry to gather materials. They wouldn't notice Yang Fann in the cold spring, but Yang Fann himself could see it clearly.

While his soul was recovering, his brows would also furrow even more.

Time passed slowly, but his soul recovery speed was fast. No matter how fast it was, it could not stop him from worrying about the White Mountain Tribe.

He only wanted to recover his soul faster, faster, and nothing else.

He continued to treat his injuries.

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