"King Ksitigarbha? Is it just him? How could such a weak ant be Ksitigarbha?" The Lord of the Iceberg Prison said disdainfully.

"It's a long story. When did you say that I am Ksitigarbha King? I am Ksitigarbha, and I am Xiao Chen!" At this moment, Xiao Chen's somewhat gloomy voice sounded.

"Remember, my name is Xiao Chen. I want to teach them ten of them personally to let them know what the real strong ones are!" Xiao Chen stood up slowly and looked at the ten prison masters with indifference.

"Just with your seriously injured body, what else can you do? Evil 158. I couldn't exert all my strength in the evil ghost space that day. Today I will let you see the true strength of the Lord of the Ice Mountain Hell!" Evil 332 looked at Xiao Chen coldly, full of chills on him.

"Seriously injured body? Evil fifteen or eighteen?" Xiao Chen said coldly: "I said, I am not called Evil fifteen or eighteen, but I am called Xiao Chen!"

"Nine-turn God's Decision, open!"

Xiao Chen suddenly shouted in his heart, and then a very ancient and desolate aura suddenly emanated from his body. Then the wound in front of him began to heal slowly, and his vitality was constantly recovering!

"The Sword of Creation, come out!" A hundred swords filled with white light appeared in Xiao Chen's hand, and then they slashed on his wounds in the astonished eyes of all the ghost cultivators.

"Is he crazy? He actually chopped himself up."

"I think he is either crazy or gives up on himself. After all, he has no chance of winning in the face of our prison master!"

"Are you idiots? Haven't you seen his wound heal faster?"

"What?"

All the ghost cultivators looked at the wound in front of Xiao Chen in shock, especially the prison masters, and an incredible look appeared on their faces.

"Is this the power of creation?" King Yama suddenly stood up, his eyes full of shock.

"Boss, what is the power of creation?" Below King Yama, there were nine black robe figures, and they were other than King Yama.

"The power of creation is the power used by the holy realm." King Yama said in a deep voice.

"The power of the holy realm?" The other Yama were shocked.

"Boss, we are just the real eighteenth level hell branch, which is in charge of the semi-saint realm and even its affiliated world's souls after death. The souls of the powerful people in the holy world are not under our control. How did he appear here?" Yan Luo asked in confusion.

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

"Boss, is there a strong man from the Holy Realm who forced him to send him here?" Yan Luo said in surprise.

"If this is the case, this guy's background may not be simple. What should we do? Should we kill that guy?" said another Yan Luo.

"The holy world also has rules. Even if they cannot interfere in the eighteen levels of hell at will, I still have the final say here, so I will kill you!" King Yama said in a deep voice.

"It's the boss!"

"I didn't expect that I could meet someone here who can use the power of the holy world. It seems that he is not Ksitigarbha. Who is he? Why does there be Nether Fire on his body?" King Yama frowned.

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

"What do you mean?" King Yama said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!