Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

In this battlefield filled with the breath of death, Zongheng Tianxia, ​​Hanfenglinlin, Death Eyes and Ghostly Forest are in a tense confrontation with Hades, the god of the underworld, and the three judges of the underworld. The atmosphere is so depressing that it seems to make people breathless.

At this moment, the four great generals, Dancing with Crazy Blade, Tears of the Stars, Dancing with the Wind, Pale Face and Wood Without Expression, also arrived at the scene one after another. The eight of them stood side by side, staring firmly at the Pluto and others opposite them. It seemed that they would never retreat even in the face of the most powerful enemy.

Hades, the god of the underworld, raised his head slightly, his stern face full of disdain. His eyes, which were as deep as the abyss of endless darkness, were filled with contempt. He said coldly: "Barbarians, according to your performance, you are indeed not weak, but it is far from enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hands and began to chant a low spell, as if he was communicating with a mysterious and ancient power deep in the underworld.

In an instant, a dark wave so powerful that it made people's heart frightened spread out wildly in all directions like a surging wave, with him as the center.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared. The netherworld fire that symbolized destruction and death was ignited. Without any warning, the dark blue flame suddenly gushed out from under the enemy's feet. The edge of the flame flickered with an extremely strange purple light, like the magic light from the Nine Nether Purgatory, revealing endless gloom and terror.

The speed of the Nether Fire's eruption was beyond imagination, and in the blink of an eye it was like a snarling fire snake, completely surrounding the eight people including Death Eyes, Frost Wind, Zongheng Tianxia and Ghostly Forest, forming a flame cage of dark blue and strange purple, leaving them nowhere to escape.

This netherworld fire was no ordinary flame, and the power it contained was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Not only was it extremely hot, but the burning sensation seemed to be able to instantly turn everything in the world into ashes. When the enemy was in it, their skin first quickly became dry and cracked, and then began to carbonize. Their muscles were also mercilessly scorched under the high temperature, and the pungent smell of burning filled the entire battlefield, making people almost nauseous.

What's even more terrifying is that the Hell Fire also contains the power of curse from the underworld. This power is like an invisible poisonous hand that silently penetrates into the enemy's body and wantonly destroys their internal tissues and meridians, causing everyone to suffer from the double torture of body and soul and suffer unbearable pain.

Even though everyone used their own methods and tried their best to resist, they could not resist the terrifying power of the Nether Fire. Death Eyes was not afraid of danger. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and powerful soul power burst out from him. He tried to condense a mental shield in front of him. The shield emitted a faint glow, which seemed to be able to resist a little for everyone.

However, the burning power of the Hellfire was too strong. After only a moment, spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the shield, and the cracks continued to spread and expand, as if they would completely shatter in the next second.

Han Fenglinlin also reacted quickly. He clenched the Silver Flame Sword in both hands, shouted loudly, and danced violently. A cold breath instantly emanated from the sword, and that breath swept towards the surrounding Nether Fire like a biting cold wind, trying to suppress the fierce flames.

But the Nether Fire seemed not to be afraid of the cold at all, and it still attacked everyone madly like a surging tide. The dark blue flame even began to spread upwards along the sword, scaring Han Fenglin so much that he hurriedly took a few steps back, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, but he could only grit his teeth and continue to resist.

Upon seeing this, Zongheng Tianxia used his famous skill "Explosive Soul Fist" without hesitation. All the soul power in his body instantly gathered on his right fist, which was shining brightly and dazzlingly, and he slammed towards the Nether Fire with an unstoppable momentum.

With a loud bang, the powerful soul power collided with the nether fire, causing deafening roars. The powerful impact twisted the surrounding air. But even so, he could only temporarily slow down the nether fire's pressing momentum. After a short pause, the nether fire rushed towards everyone again, as if it would not stop until it achieved its goal.

Ghost Forest did not dare to slack off at all. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and as he chanted the spell, a dark phantom appeared in front of everyone. There was a mysterious aura in the phantom, as if it could become a solid barrier to block the underworld fire.

However, under the horrific high temperature of the Nether Fire, the phantom began to gradually become blurred, and the originally clear outline of the phantom slowly twisted and deformed, and finally began to dissipate like mist, unable to resist the invasion of the Nether Fire for a long time.

At the same time, Luanwu Kuangdao also swung the Kuanghun broadsword in his hand. The broadsword flashed with cold light. He roared angrily and chopped fiercely at the Nether Fire. Each blow carried great power, as if to cut off the Nether Fire.

Xingxing Youlei then unleashed a rain of soul arrows. Arrows emitting soul power were shot towards the Nether Fire like raindrops, hoping to have some effect on it.

The pale-faced man directly transformed himself into a beast, and in an instant his body became extremely huge. He emanated powerful power fluctuations from his body, and charged towards the Nether Fire, trying to destroy the Nether Fire's explosive offensive with his powerful force.

Mu Wumiao waved his hands quickly, performing the art of soul acupuncture. Faint rays of light shot out from his fingertips and fell on everyone, healing the injured and trying his best to alleviate the pain they were enduring.

Although the eight people worked together and used all their strength to resist, the power of the nether fire was too strong. Everyone's clothes had been burned to tatters, and the exposed skin was covered with burn marks. Blood continued to seep from the wounds, which was shocking.

Fortunately, after a difficult resistance, no one has been killed by the underworld fire for the time being. However, everyone's face is extremely pale, but their eyes still reveal unyielding and determination, as if telling Hades, the God of the Underworld, that even in the face of such a desperate situation, they will never surrender easily.

In Hades' eyes, which were as deep as the endless dark abyss, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He raised his head slightly and laughed wildly, echoing in this battlefield full of death: "He is not dead yet."

Then, the arc of his mouth became more and more exaggerated, his eyes were full of cruelty and mockery, and he laughed out loud again: "But it doesn't matter, you will die soon, hahahaha!" That hideous laughter seemed like a curse coming from the abyss of hell, making the surrounding air even colder and more biting.

In this encirclement of the raging Nether Fire, although Zongheng Tianxia, ​​Hanfeng Linlin and the other eight people were already covered in scars, their clothes were torn, and their exposed skin was covered with scars from the Nether Fire, and blood was still oozing out of the wounds, dyeing the scorched earth beneath their feet red, they were still standing tall, like eight tough pine trees, proudly standing in this desperate situation.

There was no fear or retreat in their eyes, only steel-like determination and courage to face death. The eight people looked at each other, and without words, they understood each other, and secretly mobilized the remaining strength in their bodies to prepare for the fatal blow that Hades, the god of the underworld, was about to launch.