1828: C1828 A mysterious voice!

C1828 A mysterious voice!

"Ksitigarbha? Just him? How could such a weak ant be a Ksitigarbha? " The Ice Mountain Prison Master said disdainfully.1

When have I ever said that I was a Ksitigarbha? I am a young master, and I am Xiao Chen! Just then, Xiao Chen's gloomy voice came out.

"Remember, I am called Xiao Chen, I want to personally teach them a lesson and let them know what a true expert is!" Xiao Chen slowly stood up and looked coldly at the ten Prison Master s.

E Shiwuba, back then in the Ghosts' Space, I was unable to display my full strength. Today, I will show you the true strength of the Ice Mountain Hell Prison Master! E Sansaner looked at Xiao Chen coldly, his body was filled with chilliness.

"Injured body? E Shiwuba? " Xiao Chen said coldly: "I have already said, I am not called E Shiwuba, I am called Xiao Chen!"

"Nine Revolutions Divine Desolation, open!"

Xiao Chen suddenly roared out in his heart, and then, an extremely ancient, desolate Qi burst out from his body, following that, the wounds on his body started to slowly heal, and his vitality was also continuously recovering!

"The Knife of Creation, out!" 100 blades that were filled with white light appeared in Xiao Chen's hands, and under the stunned gazes of all the Ghost Cultivators, he slashed his own wound.

"Is he crazy? "He actually cut himself."

"I think he's either crazy or giving up on himself. In the end, he has no chance of winning against us Prison Master!"

"Are you idiots? Didn't you see that his wound is healing faster? "

"What?"

All the Ghost Cultivators s looked at the wound in front of Xiao Chenshen in astonishment, especially the few Prison Master s.

"This is the power of Creation?" Yama City, Yama King suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with shock.

"Boss, what is the power of Creation?" Below him, there were nine black-robed silhouettes. These nine figures were none other than King Yanluo.

"The power of Creation is the power used by the Holy World." King Yama said in a deep voice.

"The power of the Holy World?" The other Yama Kings were all shocked.

"Boss, we are only a branch of the true Eighteen Hells here. After the spirit of the person in charge of the Semi-Holy World and all the living beings of the other realms dies, the spirit of the strong people of the Holy World is not under our control. How did he come here?" Some Yama Minamiya asked curiously.

"You all have forgotten that he is not a complete soul, but a person." King Yama said in a deep voice.

"Boss, could it be that an expert from the Holy World forcefully sent him here?" Some Yama said in shock.

"If that's really the case, then I'm afraid that this fellow's background isn't simple. What should we do then? Should we kill that fellow as well?" Another Yama said.

"Holy World also has its own rules. Even if it's them, they can't casually interfere in Eighteen Hells's affairs. This place will still be left for this duke to decide, kill without hesitation!" King Yama said in a deep voice.

"It's the boss!"

"I never thought that I would actually be able to meet someone here that can use the Holy World's power. Looks like he isn't the Ksitigarbha, just who is he? Why are there Netherworld Flame s on him? " King Yama frowned.

"Your knowledge is still too short." Suddenly, another voice sounded in Yama King's mind.

"What do you mean?" Yama Minamiya said in a low voice.

"Perhaps I have already guessed his identity and his origins, and that is all for you." The voice resounded once again.

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