"Puff", the flames are smoking, there is a firelight eruption, swept from Wang Hao in front of Wang Hao, the sea of fire is surging, wave after wave, as if the tide is general, to engulf Wang Hao, Wang Hao is just in it, and does not fight back, let the countless sea of fire sweep his body, ignore it, step by step towards the distance.

And at this moment, Wang Hao felt that there was something wrong under his feet, but he saw that every step he walked was paved with sharp knives, and a long road was full of swords, extremely sharp, and the white light was shining.

Wang Hao looked at his feet, looked up expressionlessly, and still walked forward slowly.

The sea of fire is scorching, the tip of the knife is dazzling, Wang Hao stepped forward step by step on the sea of fire and fire, the expression on his face has not loosened in the slightest, gradually, Wang Hao's whole body clothes are scorched by the sea of fire, the bones under his feet have been pierced by the tip of the knife, blood is dripping, a white and shining road, suddenly turned into a red avenue, with blurred flesh and blood, even more terrifying.

Wang Hao's body has been forged by most of the nine realities, and the strength is not the same, but he still suffers from this, it is conceivable that those martial artists who have never forged their bodies, or even if they are martial artists who have forged their bodies, can bear it?

But Wang Hao is still light and light, not salty or light, a Dao heart is extremely firm, the light in the distance is faint, push open the door, Wang Hao landed in the fourth layer of hell.

At this moment, all of Wang Hao's injuries recovered as before, and he couldn't believe everything in front of him if he wanted to be in hell.

Just as he was about to raise his feet to leave, several women suddenly flew from a distance, Wang Hao was a little puzzled, but saw these women rushing towards him.

The four women were born with delicate jade faces, bright postures, very beautiful appearances, and very little clothing, light as nothing, and their bodies loomed, as if they could be touched by reaching out, which was extremely sultry.

"Childe came from afar, and the sisters were not well entertained, so please forgive Childe. ”

One of the women clinged to Wang Hao's body, soft as boneless, whispering on Wang Hao's lips, making a very sultry gesture, but any man who has experienced great pain has experienced so much pain that he must be drunk.

"Childe-"

Seeing that Wang Hao was unmoved, the woman clinged more tightly, and several women beside her also followed suit.

This situation is unbearable for men.

Wang Hao saw the four girls scratching their heads and making gestures, looking lovely, throwing themselves into their arms, whispering, just smiled faintly, "You haven't seen Si Kou Wanqing and Xie Wenying, more."

I have never seen the umbrella, otherwise I will be ashamed of myself. ”

The faces of the women froze, and Zu Yuzhen was secretly happy and angry: In addition to the young uncle, there are other women in this kid?!

Wang Hao pinched the neck of the woman closest to him in one fell swoop, and his face was expressionless, "If you don't know it, I'll give you a ride!"

Wang Hao crushed the woman's throat with one palm, and concocted it in the same way, one by one, the corpse under his feet lay on the ground, Wang Hao lightly pushed open the door and walked forward.

This kid is so ruthless. The Lingji swallowed his saliva: It seems that Wang Hao doesn't know what "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade" means at all for these women of unknown origin.

The fairyland of the world, the evil ghosts, the sea of swords, the sea of fire, and the warm fragrance of nephrite.

A hint of interest flashed in Wang Hao's eyes: What else is left?

But he didn't know that he was a human being in two lives, and what he experienced was naturally far better than others, but even ordinary human beings were not easy to pass through these four layers of hell, and not everyone had the same conditions as Wang Hao.

Wang Hao whereabouts, while opening the brocade box he got in Liangzhou, Shuoshan Mountain, there is a spiritual plant lying quietly in the box, as soon as he sees it, Tiangong Linglongjian immediately said the origin of this spiritual plant.

And underneath this spiritual plant, a page of "Bagua Tianguang Book" is also spread out here, which is eye-catching.

It turned out that when Gong Liangzai put the page of the "Bagua Tianguang Book" he obtained under this last box, Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh: With only one page of the "Bagua Tianguang Book", he can arrange the primary formation of the heavenly level, and this Gongliangzai is worthy of a veritable formation genius.

Wang Hao originally only had five pages of the "Bagua Tianguang Book" in his hand, but now that he has this fair and good page, there are six pages, and although he can't arrange the Heavenly Rank Formation, he can also have a rough understanding.

"Bagua Tianguang Book" has nine pages, and I have most of them now, and I already know where the seventh page is, only the last two pages are missing.

The corner of his mouth hooked: Including the one that the spirit chicken has there, the water drunk cloud fairy branch, now that the nine roots are all complete, his cultivation can be restored, and the certainty of going to the hundred Qingzhou is a little bigger, so you can rest assured.

In the Hongmeng Cloud Realm Tower, the fragrant orange spots were lying there quietly, Wang Hao went to the underground palace and collected three of the nine realities, which was really unexpected and gratifying.

Just when Wang Hao was happy in his heart, a sense of calm lingered in his heart, Wang Hao stepped on a piece of land, and understood in his heart: he has been

It's the fifth hell.

There was a door in front of him, which opened quietly not far away, a trace of doubt flashed on Wang Hao's face, but he still walked straight forward, just took a step, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and when he opened his eyes, it was already another world.

On a small town, across a few streets, the population is even more sparse, but I saw two small mud houses in front of me, and the thatch on the wall fell from time to time with the soil of the pasted wall, but I could hear the sound of "clanging" from a thatched house, which seemed to be knocking on something, and looked over, but saw a young man with a withered face, with a sallow face, who was concentrating on making furniture.

"Sewing, are you still working?" But a kind woman poked her head out of the house, looked at the young man, and put down a clay pot with some sympathy on her face.

"These are two liters of rice, and the whole set of furniture you made for my son's wedding banquet last time was very considerate and the price was fair, so you can take these two liters of rice and eat them yourself. ”

"Thank you, auntie. Sewing smiled back.

The woman looked at the sewn face, and seemed to search to penetrate the inner room, and the cough was incessant, as if she wanted to say something, but only a soft sigh.

Sewing and accepting the crockpot, he came to the back room, and picked up a curtain made of navy blue cloth, and there was an extremely bitter smell of medicine, "cough-cough-cough-"

On the bed, a woman who looked like a ghost, with a disheveled hair and a gloomy and white face, was coughing constantly, as if she had exhausted her life's strength and wanted to carve out all her internal organs.

"How are you, Oyster?"

The woman weakly raised her arm like dead bark, as if she wanted to grab the hand of the sewing tuck, but she hung down weakly, weakly, "I feel very bad, sewing, am I going to die?"

Holding back tears, he picked up the crockpot, "Look, my mother sent us two liters of rice, you haven't eaten porridge for a long time, I'll cook porridge for you, with rice in your stomach, your illness will be cured immediately." ”

"Ahem--sew, I've told you many times, don't have dealings with others, they are all trying to harm us. ”

But the sound did not reach the ears of Seanye, who had already made rice from rice.

A hint of impatience flashed in the eyes of the woman called the frieze, but she still collapsed helplessly on the bed, constantly coughing.