I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

It has been circulated that there are 18 layers of Yin Cao Hell.

In fact, there are tens of millions of execution grounds in hell.

The "layers" of the eighteenth hell do not simply refer to the upper and lower levels in space, but the difference in time, punishment, and degree of suffering.

So to be precise, the eighteen layers of hell should be eighteen layers of hell.

This kind of pain, such as tongue-extracting punishment, can only be ranked first.

The more you go down, the longer the sentence and the higher the degree of suffering.

According to legend, each level of hell has doubled the time and 20 times the suffering compared to the previous one.

Wait until the last hell.

That is, the time of suffering and torture is no longer interrupted, not stopping for a second, and being punished forever!

So, when Wang Yifan led the ghost soldiers and ghosts down.

There are ghosts crying, wailing, groaning, screaming.

getting bigger.

The sulfur, blood, and even the grievances in the void are getting heavier and heavier.

Not to mention the mountain god Li Xunda, it is a ghost like Tang Tianbao.

Go forward.

The face is getting paler.

At this moment, there was a sound like a pounding rice in front of me suddenly, but it was accompanied by an unusually harsh scream.

Wang Yifan paused for half a second.

Then turned around and said softly.

"The hell of the mortar is here!"

With these words, the black mist in front of him suddenly broke.

Everyone only saw a stone mortar like a hill in front of them.

The stone mortar is full of broken gold and broken bones, little ghosts wailing in pain.

And above them, a huge stone pound fell from the sky and slammed into the stone mortar fiercely.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew across.

Hundreds of little ghosts instantly turned into mud.

Where did Zhang Changsheng and Tang Changfeng see such a scene?

As soon as the crotch was wet, and when his eyes rolled, he fainted.

But Tang Tianbao was a ghost general killed out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain.

He forcibly endured the discomfort in his heart and poured a ghostly energy into the two of them.

The two people were awakened alive.

Zhang Changsheng yelled frantically as soon as he woke up.

"Don't tell, don't tell! Lord Wang, I won't tell!"

"Please, I know I was wrong, I don't ask for anything else, I only ask for quick death! I only ask for quick death!"

At this moment, Zhang Changsheng still hopes that he will die faster and more comfortable than he can endure the punishment.

But Wang Yifan snorted coldly, his face was like an iron face.

"Since you handed the yin sign, how can you sue if you want to sue or withdraw if you want to withdraw?"

He lifted his foot and stepped lightly on the charred ground of the mortar hell.

"Where is the governor of the Hell of the mortar? Don't come see me soon!"

With this soft drink, the whole mortar and hell land shook.

A big belly ghost with slender limbs but a big belly ran over from the side of the stone in a panic.

He came to Wang Yifan and fell to the ground without saying anything!

"Little official and big belly ghost, I don't know if the Yin Secretary is coming, and if you have missed it, you still hope to forgive your sins!"

Looking at the big belly ghost kneeling on the ground, Wang Yifan's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Don't look at the slender limbs of this big belly ghost, it looks like he was hungry after eating Guanyin soil.

But the ghost and resentment in him are far more intense than the green-faced ghost.

Wang Yifan secretly said in his heart: ‘Sure enough, the more you go to the depths of hell, the more powerful the ghosts will become! ’

Think about it, if it weren't for the ghostly spirit, how could these ghosts be able to control the evil spirits!

Wang Yifan knows that Hades is better than a little devil.

The more you deal with such a hellman, the more you can't slacken off.

I saw Wang Yifan's gloomy face, and asked like an iron-faced judge.

"Belly-bellied ghost, let me ask you, the evil ghost that I went to hell yesterday, Living Yama, can be in your prison."

Wang Yifan's words were halted every word, and every word was like a ring of gold and iron.

Killing Ling Ran.

Dadugui originally had a bit of a ghost in his mind, and wanted to test Wang Yifan, the new boss.

But after hearing this sentence, I don't know why.

There was a hint of chill oozing from the bones.

He hurriedly knocked his head like garlic.

"In reply to your lord, the living Yan Luo Mengkai is in my prison."

Wang Yifan nodded!

"Bring him here! I want to judge the case!"

"Little official, please follow orders!"

The big belly ghost sang a name, turned around and flew into Usu Mountain into a flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, he flew back with a big ghost.

"My lord, the criminal has been brought to Yan Luo Mengkai, and I'm waiting for the adult's questioning!"

At this moment, I saw what the Living Yama looked like at this time.

Everyone could not help but change their colors.

"How could this living Yama become like this?"

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