The path of the earth, the path of asura, the path of beasts, and the path of hungry ghosts have descended one after another, and the outer path of hell has come one after another, and the six realms of reincarnation are endless;

Eighteen layers of hell, such as tongue pulling hell, scissors hell, iron tree hell, and evil mirror hell, came at the same time, infinite pain and being in the gods, all kinds of indescribable and irresistible painful scenes appeared in front of Xu Heng's eyes, and the sad and regretful emotions were like substance, rushing straight into Xu Heng's mind......

In this way, Xu Heng seemed to have endured all the imaginable and unimaginable punishments in the world in an instant, unable to dodge or retreat, only to endure hard resistance, his own true spirit struggled in it, inheriting the shadow sword to protect the god, and trying to maintain a thought that could not be given up between countless successive reincarnations and simultaneous occurrences

- I'm Xu Heng!

The six realms of reincarnation, the eighteen hells, indulge in it and don't know the time, one breath is eternal, and eternity is only one breath. I felt that after experiencing countless breaths and eternity, a ghost trigger shone brightly, magnifying the trace of thought that was still unbreakable after thousands of tempering, overshadowing the reincarnation and hell scenes, Xu Heng finally persevered until the moment when all reincarnations and regions dissipated......

When you open your eyes, you can't see anything, and your eyes are full of black and white light, forming a kind of light that cannot be depicted;

Open your ears, you can't hear any sound, your ears are silent and silent, and there is a roaring earthquake, sound and silence are unified, and you can't hear anything.

All kinds of scenes and feelings receded, and the first thing I felt was a shadowless and invisible sword, which only felt empty at a glance, but there was a sense of existence that was difficult to ignore in the empty place.

Concentrating on the feeling, the spirit turned into a big hand towards the heaven and earth in his heart, and a gray light flashed on the sword body, and then seven colors appeared one after another: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple were colorful, shining on the sword body, shining brightly, shining all over the world.

In the colorful light, Xu Heng seemed to see countless lights and shadows and countless emotions in it:

The fiery heart of the child, the warm and comfortable feelings, the Xuanhe's 95 supreme tyrant, the fresh childhood sweetheart's love, the resentment of Xiao to the black world, and the dignified generosity of the will to die...... There are many lights and shadows, and there are many emotions, all of which are the feelings of the scenery that Xu Heng experienced in the six reincarnations and eighteen regions, all of which flowed out of Xu Heng's heart and were included in the Chengying Sword.

Xu Heng looked at the gray light lining and colorful Chengying Sword in his heart, and his heart moved, and on the Chengying Sword, under the initial gray light flowing, the colorful fusion.

The light on the blade of the sword turned black from all colors, then the black faded, also known as white, and finally the black and white disappeared, and returned to nothingness.

The Shadow Sword returned to colorlessness and formlessness, and even the original sense of existence that was not ignored was gone, and the heaven and earth in his heart were empty and full. Diametrically opposed and contradictory feelings appeared at the same time, just like what Xu Heng had seen and heard.

Xu Heng suddenly understood the existence of the Chengying Sword: it existed everywhere and everywhere, and the Chengying Sword was completely in his heart.

At this thought, the other senses quickly recovered.

The eyes could see the boiling blood in front of them, the transparent ghosts with painful expressions in the blood water, and the ears could hear the bubbling blood in the oil pot in front of them, the ghosts in the oil pot moaning in pain, and the burning sound crackling from outside.

The scene in front of him made Xu Heng instantly recall the oil pot hell he had experienced in the eighteen-layer hell hallucination.

Boiling blood, painful ghosts, crackling fire...... In front of you is one of the countless oil pots in the oil pot hell!

How could I be here?!

Xu Heng's mind was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to think carefully about why he was thrown into the oil pot, so he hurriedly started his work, and let himself not fall into the oil pot first!

He woke up when he was thrown into the oil pot, his body was already in the oil pot, his whole body was in the air, his head and feet, there was nowhere to borrow strength, and he saw that he was less than five feet away from the boiling blood water.

Both palms fell, hitting a yin soul in the blood water directly below Xu Heng, relying on the true qi, so that Xu Heng did not directly touch the blood water, nor did he pass through the soul, giving Xu Heng a recoil force, Xu Heng relied on this recoil power to move sideways and rear for a distance.

With a short period of floating, Xu Heng hurriedly threw the unused things in his arms into the water, and used the power of that moment to retreat in a row, and finally stepped on the inner wall of the oil pot. Although it was hot, Xu Heng ran up quickly with his virtual steps on the inner wall.

The water surface of the oil pot was one zhang high from the blue sky outside the pot, but with the help of continuous stepping, Xu Heng rushed straight up. Finally, before the ghost outside the pot poured the ghost into the oil pot again, he rushed out of the oil pot.

The ghost pawn outside the pot, who was more than a foot tall, burly, and had two horns, had just grabbed the ghost that should be put into the oil pot with one hand and walked to the pot he was responsible for, when he saw a half-black figure rushing out of the pot and coming straight to him.

The comer was like thunder, rushing straight to the door, the ghost pawn was startled, and hurriedly returned his hand to block his face, and the yin ghost in his hand was used as a shield, and Xu Heng, who was rushed out, was knocked into more than half of it at once.

The yin spirit screamed and scattered, Xu Heng was shocked by the ghost pawn's hand, and the momentum of rushing out disappeared, and he took a few steps back and fell to the ground, almost falling into the fire outside the oil pot.

The crisis disappears, but strange characters appear.

The ghost pawn looked at the man who rushed out of the oil pot, and the expression on his face was inexplicable: he had never seen a ghost escape from the oil pot for millions of years. But after further observation, he found something even more surprising to the ghost!

He hurriedly shouted.

"What is he talking about? Where's this?"

Xu Heng looked at the ghost pawn who was facing him not far away, and was inexplicably surprised.

He couldn't understand the strange series of words shouted by the ghost pawn on the other side, but he found a lot of things in his surroundings.

The blood-red sky in the darkness, the environment where there is no light but the line of sight is normal, the empty earth, and the oil pots on the earth...... There is also a little bit of life in front of him, hideous and terrifying ghosts.

This place is exactly the same as the ninth layer of oil pot hell that I experienced in the illusion!

Xu Heng has never believed in ghosts and gods, but the matter in front of him made him have to accept the fact that there is really an underworld and hell.

If there really is an underworld hell, then it is possible that ghosts and gods can exist for a long time and the idea of disillusionment, but Xu Heng will not be surprised. His experience in the six realms of reincarnation and the eighteen hells is more bizarre and unbelievable than this, and after the test of thousands of lifetimes, Xu Heng's psychology is as solid as a rock.

No, it's harder than a rock!

He quickly adjusted his mood, regained some strength, and then stood up, looked up at the ghost pawn who was still shouting at himself, and looked at his expression, the shout did not look like a demonstration, so he kept his guard, stood far enough away from the ghost pawn, and tentatively responded two sentences: "Is this the hell of the oil pot?"

Seeing that the ghost pawn stopped talking, looking dazed, Xu Heng asked again: "Can you understand my words?"

It seems that I don't understand.

Xu Heng turned his head to look around, only to see the oil pots one by one, and the ghosts who kept throwing ghosts into the side of the pot, the oil pots were densely distributed and boundless.

"How did you get here, and how did you get out?"

Xu Heng frowned, recalling those dark pupils: "Who is that person? If I look at him and I, I will fall into the six realms of reincarnation and the eighteenth layer of hell??!"

After thinking about it to no avail, Xu Heng thought of another possibility: Is he still reincarnated in the eighteenth layer of illusion hell now?

With this thought, the shadow of the gray sword body suddenly appeared in his heart, and the completely transparent sword body with a sharp edge that cut people's hearts directly, towards the void in front of him, slashed down with a sword!

A void crack appeared, swallowing Xu Heng suddenly, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving the ghost soldier stunned, not knowing why the person in front of him appeared and disappeared.

The soul leaped forward, found his body in an instant, and the moment the body and soul merged, Xu Heng opened his eyes.

He was still standing in place, on the first floor of the inn, maintaining the posture of the innkeeper, but the environment was completely different.

It was gloomy and dark, and there was no sign of people.

The entire inn was immersed in a dark dead silence.

Xu Heng looked around, puzzled by the sudden change in the environment, and silently moved the shadow in his heart, suspecting that he was still in an illusion somewhere in the six realms of reincarnation. At the same time, as his mind rose, the darkness around him condensed, and the external image of the Shadow Bearing Sword appeared.

Xu Heng held the pitch-black Chengying Outer Sword and took the lead towards the inn stairs.

Seungying did not react.

When he was in the Six Realms of Reincarnation and the Eighteen Regions of Illusion, Chengying was directly blocked from his memory, and he couldn't even think about it. And after Chengying appeared, he had the ability to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Chengying was not aware of the anomaly, indicating that he had returned to reality.

But the reality has changed like this, and a bad premonition has risen in his heart.

In the face of such a strange ghost town in Xudu, the first thing is to ensure the safety of his companions, he doesn't know what happened when he was immersed in illusions, but he really hopes that when he goes up to the third floor, he sees two women and a man safe and sound.

The first floor and the second floor were silent, and when they went up to the third floor, there was still no one in the corridor, Xu Heng did not slack off, and walked towards the room where they lived.

Sanshi, Sanwu, Sanlu, and Sanqi.

If the two girls were still there, it would most likely be in the room Sanlu, but when Xu Heng walked to Sanshi, he didn't feel that someone existed, and his heart was half cold. When he walked to the door of Sanwu, he could already be sure that the two girls were not there.

Where did you go?!

He stood outside the Sanlu Gate, and his heart was already gloomy: he didn't expect the ghost city of Xudu to be so weird, and the three of them should not have been separated.

The annoyance was fleeting, Xu Heng calmed down, and was about to enter the room to see if the two girls had left any information before leaving, as soon as his hand was stretched out, before he touched the door, Xu Heng spread out to probe the surrounding Chengying and moved in his heart.

There are people in the room behind the left!

He turned around suddenly, stepped out, his body quickly changed between static movements, and in the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of the third team in the room, holding his breath and calming his mind, his ears and eyes and shadows used together, probing the situation in the room.

The room was silent, and it was difficult for Chengying to invade, and Fang Cai's feeling was that Xu Heng found out because the sword trick that had infiltrated that room was blocked and popped out.

It was the spell that popped out of the Chengying Sword Sense, not the aura of the martial arts master, and it did not take advantage of the situation to pursue. Just to shield the probe.

Someone, or something, had just entered the room.

Xu Heng first ruled out the possibility of being a companion, Su Su and Pu Feng had not yet reached the realm of martial arts masters, and Tingxue's spiritual sense was much stronger than his own, so there was no reason not to see himself. Moreover, this trip is a secret, and no friends will know their whereabouts now, since they are not companions, then it is easy to say.

Quietly came to other people's rooms, and used spells to shield others from prying eyes on the room, it must have been to do something wrong.

This kind of person, take it down first.

Xu Heng clenched his right hand to bear the shadow, quietly took a few steps to the left, and with a wave of his palm, the air flow brought up violently opened the door, and at the same time, his body was vertical, and the sword directly broke through the window towards the corridor and rushed into the room.

There were two people standing quietly in the center of the room, the leader of the man was dressed in tight black, not yet masked, but he didn't know him, and there was a young girl standing beside him, but he looked a little sluggish.

As soon as Xu Heng entered the room, he saw the man. Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Heng shook the pitch-black sword in his hand, kicked his foot on the wall, and stabbed at the man in charge.

The momentum is fast and fierce, although it does not have the momentum of Su Su's sword, in the realm of masters, it can be regarded as an extraordinary sword. But the people who are safe and sound with the sword that resists Su Su are all safe, and then face the sword that also does not have any fancy flat and straightforward narrative, and they are more calm.

The man in black stood still, knowing that the blade was approaching, so he slapped his palm horizontally from left to right.

With great power in his palm, he opened the tip of the sword from between his eyebrows just when he couldn't make a move.

The blade of the sword is crooked, and the sword has no power, the corner of the black-robed man's mouth showed a sneer, his body was short, his body took advantage of the situation to rush forward, and his right palm was sent from in front of him, and the iron palm carried the wind, imprinted on Xu Heng's chest.

The palm wind was violent, and when he used it, Xu Heng's heart was tight, and the shadow in his heart slashed out with a purple sword body towards the front, and Xu Heng did not hesitate to abandon the sword and elbow into the opponent's palm.

The elbows intersected, the strength was equal, and the momentum of the two was stunned, and they were frozen on the ground.

Then the two of them each made a move at the same time with one free hand.

The black-robed man's left hand on his side clenched his fist and smashed into Xu Heng's face; Xu Heng's head retreated sharply, avoiding the old fist, and at the same time, Heng's left hand grabbed violently, Chengying fell into his hand, and a sword was sharpened, and the latter made the other party retract his fist and retreat.

The two of them stepped back at the same time, stopped at the same time when they were half a foot apart, looked at each other and rushed up immediately.

The black-robed man still didn't use a weapon, but he seemed to have carried out martial arts, his palms were deep and black, and the smell of the palm was overflowing between the waves, and the Chinese were drunk, Xu Heng found that he immediately held his breath at that time, and relied on the benefit of the shadow in his hand to force back again and again, but he gradually fell into the disadvantage.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and after thirty moves, Xu Heng was already unsustainable, his body was weak, his sword moves were scattered, and he was slapped in the chest by the man in black with a palm, and he staggered back and fell to the wall.

Seeing that the poisonous wind palm defeated the strong enemy again, the man in black was happy in his heart, and slapped it between Xu Heng's chest and abdomen, who was unable to lean against the wall, and the palm wind split the air, and the poisonous wind of the palm surged towards the other party, and the chest and abdomen were calculated, and the latter could not hold his breath again, inhaled too much poisonous gas, and the poisonous gas entered the body, his muscles and bones were weak, and it was difficult to move, so he could only lean against the wall and let others slaughter.

(End of chapter)