National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

When the ancestor's voice fell, the power of faith of all things in the Nine Heavens gathered at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, reflecting the location where Jiying Tiaodong was hiding.

In the space crack on the hillside of Kunlun Mountain, the cracks in the shadow cocoon widened a little, revealing foul-smelling pus.

Ji Ying Tiaodong discovered with horror that his fingertips were becoming transparent. The cross of light on his chest no longer burned hot, but instead became icy cold, feeding his fear back to Cthulhu's tentacles.

The Divine Emperor Banner on the peak of Kunlun Mountain was still rustling in the wind. Emperor Zhuanxu had already disappeared into the nine heavens to take over the mess left to him by his predecessor, the Nameless God.

"Found it." When Su Mohui saw Ji Ying Tiaodong's figure, the Jusheng Pen suddenly appeared in her hand. The power of the netherworld instantly activated the quantum ink, reconstructing the rules around Ji Ying Tiaodong and bringing him into the light.

It is consistent with everyone's cleansed memories.

A disgusting stench came from Jiying Tiaodong's body. The face of the false god was fading from that of a gentle immortal to a monster covered with tumors. Countless pus flowed out from the tumors of varying sizes on his face. When they dripped onto the ground, a wisp of black smoke rose up, reflecting the remnant souls of faith that he had devoured over the years.

The chains of the Ten Kings of Hell had already penetrated the cocoon wall. King Qin Guang's iron chain wrapped around Ji Ying Tiaodong's ankle. When he was dragged out, the pus from the ruptured tumor corroded the ground, forming a sizzling black hole.

"Mr. Tojo," Su Mohui stared at his festering right eye, where half a Cthulhu tentacle was still embedded, "did you ever imagine this day would come when you were burning, killing, and looting in Xia Country?"

"You might as well kill me—" His voice was no longer gentle, but extremely harsh, with an echo, causing waves of spiritual power at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

"Killing you is the easiest way." King Qin Guang waved the iron chain and finally locked the soul that had wandered in another world for many years with a soul-fixing lock.

The Jusheng Pen was waved in Su Mohui's hand, drawing a dark blue track in the air. Activated by the power of the underworld, the quantum ink rewrote the soul parameters of Ji Ying Tiaodong.

Ji Ying Tiaodong's screams came to an abrupt end, because Emperor Song had locked his seven souls and six spirits with the Book of Life and Death, and Su Mohui had rewritten his pain parameters, so that when he "experienced" the torture of the eighteen levels of hell, even his fear was crushed into powder!

King Qin Guang summoned the evil mirror to reveal his true face.

Under the bright golden robe, there is a torso covered with tentacles, and each tentacle is entangled with the wronged souls of the people of Xia State!

Su Mohui curled up the corner of his mouth in a cold smile. When his fingertips rolled over the reincarnation pattern at the end of the Jusheng Pen, the quantum ink drop on the tip of the pen suddenly burst into a dazzling blood light, throwing out a blood-colored film in the void -

In the winter of 1937, Jiying Tiaodong stood on the city wall of Xiaguo and directed the massacre. The lens of his telescope was still stained with the blood of the people, and he was stepping on the cotton-padded jacket of a three-year-old child. The red and white totem on his chest greedily reflected the aura of fear.

"Hideki Tojo," she emphasized the last name, watching the other person's pupils shrink. Her voice suddenly rose three points. "Do you think that by changing your name and donning the skin of a false god, you can wash away the human experiments of Unit 731?"

With a stroke of the pen in her hand, the film suddenly split into countless small images and broke into the three realms, allowing all the living beings in this world to witness this judgment:

The pregnant woman in the iron cage was tied up and injected with viruses. The piles of fetid baby corpses in front of the incinerator were emitting a foul stench. The deep whip marks on the laborers' backs that could be seen to the bone were all records of his crimes!

"These fragments that have been blurred in your memory are all stored in the Mirror of Sin in the Netherworld." Su Mohui's voice sounded slowly, but it resounded throughout the world!

A gurgling sound erupted from Jiying Tiaodong's throat, and black blood suddenly oozed from the cracks in the cross pendant. The scene before him was vivid, a true memory that had once been his greatest pride, yet also his greatest fear.

Su Mohui didn't give the other party a chance to breathe. She raised her hand and pulled the River of Cause and Effect in front of her. Floating on the river was not water, but letters of accusation from hundreds of thousands of wronged souls of the Xia Kingdom:

"This is Wang Xiuying, whose uterus you once used as a culture dish. This is Li Yuanchao, whose leg bones you once sawed off to use as a command knife. And that little Shunzi, who was holding his sister in the moat, you had the soldiers compete to see who could carry the baby the farthest."

Every time she said a name, a corresponding shadow rose from the river, holding up bloody evidence and smashing it towards Jiying Tiaodong. "Have the cries of these 'toys' ever made your divinity tremble over the years?"

"In your dreams at midnight, have you ever felt a moment of vague remorse for the pleasure you took in invading Xia territory, burning, looting, and slaughtering the Xia people?"

The netherworld power around Su Mohui suddenly increased, and the quantum ink of the Judgment Pen suddenly turned into a scalpel, cutting an invisible wound on his chest, revealing the Cthulhu tentacle core wrapped inside, and on top of it were the memorial tablets of the people of Xia.

"Now you understand why your concealment spell failed—" Su Mohui sneered, the Netherworld Flame enveloping his soul and burning it mercilessly. "The moment you swung your butcher knife at the people, karma reserved a seat for you in the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

What answered her was Jiying Tiaodong's full hatred.

"Don't look at me like that." Su Mohui's eyes flashed with disgust. She suddenly took a half step back and raised her hand to summon the projection of the River of Karma. Countless bloody swaddling clothes floated on the river. "Look, they still ask why a beast like you could live for so long under the guise of a god?"

As soon as she finished speaking, huge waves suddenly rose on the surface of the river of cause and effect, and countless wronged souls rushed to the trial stand with bloody evidence in their hands.

The swaddling clothes with bayonet marks, the labor bracelets engraved with numbers, and the burnt family tree all floated before his eyes like ghosts.

Ji Ying Tiaodong's pseudo-god body trembled violently in the pile of evidence, and the cross pendant finally broke into powder under the weight. Ji Ying Tiaodong's collapse reached its peak at this moment!

Before he was frightened to death, he actually became incontinent and urinated in public!

However, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu, the Black and White Impermanence, personally took the stage and brought this pus-filled monster, which was still leaking urine even when it was scared to death, back to the underworld. In the "Court of Judgment of Sin", the Xia people who were killed by Ji Ying Tiaodong personally judged it.

"Now, the victim will judge himself." Su Mohui waved the pen to write the word "crime". Chen Xiulan's shadow picked up the nine-foot soul whip of King Bian Cheng. The first whip hit Ji Ying Tiaodong's back, and the word "massacre" immediately appeared under his flesh.

When the second whip fell, the words "burn the city" appeared. When the third whip fell, his entire back was covered with bloody sin words, and each one was oozing black blood!

The wronged souls in the "Court of Judgment" ruled that Jiying Tiaodong would never be reborn, and then, the eighteen levels of hell were waiting for him!

When King Chujiang opened the Living Hell, Jiying Tiaodong was thrown in by the wronged souls. Present were the shadows of the people he had burned to death, waving torches the moment they saw him.

In the Black Rope Hell of King Song, he was hung upside down on a black rope, with countless victims below him whose eyes he had gouged out. In the Hell of King Wuguan, his tongue was pulled out with iron pliers because he had cut out the tongues of those who rebelled against him.

The cruelest punishment comes from King Yama's hell.

When Jiying Tiaodong was thrown into the Sea of ​​Souls of the Dead, every hand that grabbed him told the story of the tragedy that happened that year -