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Guillotine.

The man arrived.

The person fell down, and the trial was handed down early, and the person was guilty of seven crimes, lying, divisiveness, cunning, slander, seeking money, murder, and bribery.

Hell.

Tongue Pulling Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Evil Mirror Hell, Steamer Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, Oil Pot Hell, Blood Pool Hell.

So so.

A kind.

All kinds of hellish torture for all kinds of sins.

You deserve to die.

The one being judged deserves to die, as if he deserves to die.

In the hell in front of him, in his memory, the man with the exact face of himself had died more than seven times in the midst of a thousand cuts.

Die?

Wrong.

If you go to hell, you will die a long time ago, and if you are dead, you will still be dying, and the seven deadly sins are thousands of tortures after being tortured and magnified seven times.

The living can't go to hell.

What now?

The man with the same face as himself is suffering in hell, but what about himself?

'Hehe, still alive, it's temporary, it's going to be time soon. ’

It's like letting yourself know that there will be those tortures waiting for you, and what you see in front of you is a rehearsal, so that you can howl even louder by then.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon~!"

Speaking, the evil is talking, the color of heaven and earth, of course, the sky depends on the face of the powerful person, and the stars are moving in an instant, and it is three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun, when the yang energy is at its peak, and the soul of the person who is about to die is suppressed, so that the damned person needs the suppression of this hot sun.

Heavenly Dao suppression.

Fate makes a knife.

Under the way of heaven, he was lying on the guillotine, unable to move at all, as if he was a guilty person, and lying on it was like a person who had confessed his sins.

This one seems to be damned by himself.

It's as if you're leading to death.

The knife of fate, there is no blade in it, but his head, his heart, and his soul are deeply feeling the biting cold erosion on the body, doing insect bites and gnawing, and it has not yet arrived, this knife has not been cut yet, but in the cold torture of this cold edge, people are almost numb.

"Whew~!"

Lying on your stomach.

People lie here.

The supreme heavenly way, people crouched on the guillotine as if there was no possibility of struggle, and the heavenly way borrowed the sound of the wind and whispered: 'You deserve to die, you are guilty, you lead to death.' ’

What it says, God says.

The supreme fate, although the people under the knife can't see the trembling, but the invisible soul is already trembling, people are like ants, under fate, people are even smaller than ants.

It whispered coldly: "You deserve to die, you are guilty, take the death~!"

They say.

The two great beings said, they swore that they were guilty, that they deserved to die, that they should come and receive death, that they were about to die.

Supreme?

"Heh~!"

I will believe what you say.

You say that the person in hell is me, is that really me?

Tongue pulling hell, liars, ask who in this world does not lie, if everyone should be tongue pulled, then the ghosts in this hell will be busy to death, whether it is a good person or a bad person or a sage and a good person in the world, after they die, they must travel here.

Sen Senran's knife was already ready for them.

Lie?

Lie?

I Han first lied, but for the sake of a lie, you want to pluck my tongue, isn't it ridiculous, who gave you dog guts.

'You don't need your consent,' said the Heavenly Dao.

Don't you dare?

Won't you and I resist?

"Whew~~!"

In the hell of tongue pulling, the exact same person has the courage in his heart, the unyielding that bursts the bones, rises up, and defends the great tongue from being violated, the person stands up, and the palm of his hand is quickly raised and rubs his chin.

It was almost gone, and then the backhand was a slap.

"Smack~~!"

Loud and clear.

Hell, accustomed to screaming, finally sounded loudly.

A slap, this slap of his own is slapped on the face of the ghost who wants to take off his tongue, it is the minions of fate, so this slap it deserves it.

"Whew~!"

Next, Hell Field, Iron Tree Hell.

The iron tree forks, the white sails fluttering on it, a lot of stinky skins, and they are being decompressed, and they are about to be hung high, becoming skins that sway in the wind.

Am I guilty?

What am I guilty of?

Iron Tree Hell, the nest of the dividers, said that here people are separated from brothers and sisters, hehe, but have you ever had it?

No.

This time for yourself.

Brothers and brothers, between me and them, for brothers, my brothers and sisters, are the same body, so why come to say that I am most dissatisfied with this hell, I should not be punished like this, this iron tree cannot bear my body.

"Squeak~!"

It's true.

It was the moment I was provoked to hang on the tree, I could still move, I shook the tree with one punch, I broke the iron tree with one punch, the tree fell, the ghost pawn was unlucky, and the fate of heaven was broken.

"Hmph~!"

Steamer?

The only place that is different from the cold, this bitter cold place of hell, the only place where you can feel the heat, this place is hot.

But this kind of mist, which is like a heat wave, is indeed colder than too much ice.

A long white mist.

In vain, there are a lot of unjust souls.

In hell they are wronged, they are in the cold, and in the cold, they see a body thrown into the steamer unjustly.

Am I guilty?

What sin have I had, why should I go to the steamer, and why should I suffer this hellish punishment?

Is it just because it was arranged?

Is it because it was the conspiracy of the fate of Heaven that he was embarrassed by this?

You guys?

Why should I obey your arrangement, I'm already tired of your arrangement, you flies and dogs actually want me to go to the steamer, or you go by yourself, it's better to leave such a warm place for you cold and ruthless.

"Whew~!"

The white mist spirit rises, enters, and the minions and ghosts enter.

"Haha~!"

There was a lot of laughter among them, and they laughed happily at the screams of the initiators of the steamer.

"Whew~!"

Killing Karma Knife Mountain.

Pai Pai Knife, Respect the Cold, Knife Mountain Hell, even a fly and mosquito accidentally break into this place, will be cut into powder and sand in an orderly manner.

So now yourself?

Knives, knives hanging from the skull.

Sword, a sword hanging from the skull.

You want to hack me to death?

Why did you hack me, murderer?

I'm a murderer, yes, it used to be like this, I killed people, but whether it is now or in the future, I Han Xian is still a murderer, if I don't kill people, am I waiting to be killed?

Yes?

Do I have a reason to speak to the wicked?

Many powerless people want to be calm and reasonable with the big man who holds the steel knife in his hand, talk about etiquette and education, talk about the beautiful world, and the harmonious world, but in the end, those who are violated are still violated, and the powerless people become the souls of hell.

OK.

Fortunately, my Han Xian's hands still have strength, and those who hold steel knives in their hands, while they kill me, they are indeed killed by me.

Shouldn't it?

I don't feel guilty about it.

I'm proud of that.

At this moment, and you, and your Heavenly Dao destiny is the big man who is killing with a steel knife in his hand, do you think I am a scholar who is powerless, do you think I will be slaughtered by you?

"Hmph~!"

what you think.

You have thousands of swords, I have my own bones that are not afraid of the wind knife, I enter from this side, my heart is not afraid, I am naturally intact from that side, I am intact, but after I walk, behind me is full of merit and fame.

Knife break.

The sword shattered.

They are messy in the wind, they are crushed, their teeth are shattered in the wind.

"Hehe~!"

The next oil pot is coming, I came, you said that I was accommodating up and down, and you sentenced me to death like this, ridiculous, ridiculous, I didn't have it at all, you even had a wrong basis, I killed the person who should be killed, I killed the person who wanted to kill me to save my life, this is not wrong at all.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Why should I bother?

You are right to burn this oil pot, and you are also right to be hot, when you should not torture the people who died in vain, those who misjudged, those corrupt officials and corrupt officials, such as the fate of the Heavenly Dao, their old gods are here, they have been riding on the top of people's heads, and they have arbitrary judgments and punishments, and they actually have no eyes to sentence me Han to get off the oil pot first, then this hot oil should be prepared for themselves.

"Sting~!"

Oily and sparkling.

Bright, go down, like people, they are also cooked, but a little slower, but soon they are also damaged and consumed, and the essence of the soul is tortured.

"Whew~!"

Yin roars.

In hell, the human face sneered and asked, "Am I guilty?"

It was Han Xian who asked the mirror under his feet softly, am I guilty, what am I guilty?

"Whew~!"

Bright mirror, translucent water lines, there is no trace of dirt in it, Qingxi shines on it, people are on it, and what I see is the shadow of my own Han Xian.

I went through the process and asked viciously, "Am I guilty?"

At his feet, on the surface of the water, the man and the shadow were equally vivid, and they replied viciously, "Aren't you guilty?"

"Whew~!"

Am I guilty?

How can people be innocent, and when they enter the world and cause dust, they will be more or less stained with a few traces of dirt, even saints have mistakes, let alone mortals such as me.

"Haha~!"

laughed, he looked at the viciousness of the mirror in the water, laughed, and his face was cold and arrogant, like the supreme king who dominated the world, and said: "I am guilty, but what can you do to me, I am guilty, but now you still break me." ”

"Whew~!"

Pointes of tiptoe.

Mirror ripples, circles, ripples spread, expand.

"Bang~!"

You are the mirror of evil, you are not the surface of the water, the ripples of the mirror are like a surge and then not calm, and after the blink of an eye, the huge mirror is full of cracks and directly disillusioned into air.

Dissipate.

The dissipation under the feet.

What is after this mirror dissipates, or hell, the sky is full of red, and this red is armed with a familiar place.

"You are guilty~~!"

The red chisel that filled the eyes, the heart-piercing howl, 'You are guilty!!

Contended.

Familiar question, will it be argued?

Pride, pulling out the tongue, breaking the iron tree, stealing the sky steamer, destroying the knife mountain, changing the oil pot, splitting the mirror, now you should be supreme, evaporating this blood-red world.

It's cold.

At this moment, looking at the red in his eyes, he was cold.

His eyes swept over the familiarity in his eyes, his heart was cold, and his cold self at this moment was full of sighs, and this look and this face were just saying, I am really guilty.

It's not so much a sin as a debt.

If you don't leave home and don't go back, it's not a debt.

"Whew~!"

The wind swept through the dark side, staring at the treetops and red leaves of the blood-red world, the color on his face became firm, and he said in a heavy voice: "I will go back." ”

When?

"But not now!"

Hehe, red smile, this sentence is like a blank check, a blind promise.

Here's what you think.

But for me Han Xian, this is hope, this is my hope, full of hope in my heart, and I am sure that with this hope, I can naturally change the world and change the world.

"Whew~!"

Starting with the eyes, the color of hope flows into green.

In front of me, on the treetops, the cocoons are broken, the leaves are buds, the green is fresh and cold and the pretty branches, the wind of hope, the color of spring, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful here, once there.

Break six into seven.

Heavenly way, you can't kill me.

into seven realms.

Fate can't restrain me.