What is called deep water is the super perfect living environment formed by the cold ground and the scorching air. As for how cold the ground is and how hot the air is, you have to look at Qian Bufan's current expression to guess.

This is another Guardian's specialty, the cold and heat shown by the environment is not the kind of change in temperature, but the most direct stimulation from the nerves, this extreme feeling is really Qian Bufan has never experienced, these guys have lived for so long, and sure enough, the methods of torturing people are a set. After a while, there was a change in the senses, no longer a duet of ice and fire, but, how to say, Qian Bufan felt as if he was soaked in a hot pot, yes, it was a hot pot, wrapped in various condiments, however, these condiments were not chili, spices, peppercorns and butter, but a combination of sweet and sour, which made people feel that the whole body didn't want it, but it couldn't be thrown away.

And the conditions for passing the fourth layer are simpler than the previous layers: stay up for three hundred and eighty days, not much a day, a lot a day, the guardian didn't even show his face this time, and he doesn't know which one is powerful. This time, Qian Bufan really wronged people, that's right, it was indeed David's master who put on this momentum, but he didn't want to get back on the field, but really felt that this trial was very important.

After soaking in the hot pot for a while, it turned into a barbecue again, and this time, I felt that I was skewered on the skewers and rested on the grill, and the taste was equally unpleasant...... A day has passed, and Qian Bufan's experience today is: I am a dish, and I am bothered by looking for ingredients on the upper floor, but I didn't expect that this layer is just simply becoming an ingredient and it is also so hard! In a daze, Qian Bufan wanted to be eaten as soon as possible and end it all as soon as possible......

On the second day, Qian Bufan wanted to sleep a little, and then, this feeling was expanded countless times, and in the end, Qian Bufan's eyelids were almost glued, this was the first time he felt so sleepy after gaining the ability, I didn't expect that the feeling of being sleepy and unable to sleep was more lustful than the previous taste, that kind of pleasure made Qian Bufan constantly pull his hair, and the pain caused by the pulling of the scalp made him a little more comfortable, and at the end of the day, there were no hairs left on Qian Bufan's head. And the whole person is also listless, but finally, I can fall asleep, this sleep is a long time.

In the following ten days, Qian Bufan experienced different hardships every day, but there was one thing in common, which was that people couldn't stop! The soul has also been scorched, and all kinds of torture have been enjoyed...... On the nineteenth day, the voice of the planner of this layer finally appeared again, as soon as it appeared, it was like a heavenly sound, but the words that came out made Qian Bufan's face look dead: "Qian Bufan, the first round is over, you have also experienced eighteen kinds of tests, just like the eighteen layers of hell rumored in your world, below, there are nineteen reincarnations, each time will be slightly stronger than the previous round, I think, you who have passed the first round, you should not be so afraid of the later tests, right?" Good luck and good luck! ”

"I'll fuck your uncle!" Knowing that this was just a message, Qian Bufan still showed his strong dissatisfaction, and there are still nineteen rounds, mourn for yourself, Qian Bufan touched his newly grown hair: Brother, I'm sorry, you have to grow it a few more times. After a day of rest, the second round began, and sure enough, this time the pain was more intense than the last time, but with the first experience, it was not as sad as before, perhaps, people are like this, it is easier to adapt to the harsh environment in adversity.

Three hundred and sixty-one days, almost a year, Qian Bufan has experienced the same eighteen layers of hell nineteen times, and he is almost accustomed to this kind of ordeal, according to his memory, now back to the environment of the previous day, he can easily snort and sleep. There was the last round left, and the voice of the guardian that Qian Bufan was looking forward to finally came again, this time, with a projection: "Qian Bufan, today, I think, you probably don't hate me as a designer anymore, that's right, my purpose is not to quickly improve your strength, but to make you more suitable for growth in adversity, the last round has changed, you have a good experience, and look forward to your growth into the most outstanding chosen one!" ”

Qian Bufan's eyes were more resolute than before, and he silently said to the projection: "It's strange if I don't hate you, my hair has fallen out more than a dozen times." However, you may be right, I should be more powerful now than before, haha. ”

At the beginning of the last round, the changes in the guardian's mouth Qian Bufan also quickly realized, not that it was more painful than all the previous ones, but the reward of hard work, yes, the things experienced before made Qian Bufan sweat endlessly, at this moment, all these efforts were given back to him in the form of nourishment, so that his will continued to grow, at this moment, Qian Bufan felt like he had grown roots, firm, not floating.

After three hundred and eighty days, the fourth layer of the trial road finally ended, in contrast, in terms of strength, Qian Bufan did not make any progress, compared to the previous layer, however, if it was a real competition, before the current Qian Bufan won steadily, after the end, Qian Bufan habitually looked around to see if there was something powerful waiting to test him, sure enough, there was really a different thing that stayed quietly at the entrance of the next floor, it was a plant, it looked inconspicuous, but it was unique, Qian Bufan approached the past, the plant did not react, and if you looked closely, there was still no response.

"Don't look at it, I'm just an ordinary little flower, I can't see anything different", looking at Qian Bufan who didn't leave for a long time, the plant couldn't help it first.

Qian Bufan didn't say a word, he was about to pick this little flower and put it in Sumeru's pocket, and then Xiaohua called again: "Don't you pick the wildflowers on the roadside, don't you know?" Didn't the old monk tell you before going down the mountain? "I'll go, it's another talking basket, Qian Bufan is very speechless about these unknown powerful things.

"Forget it, gold like mine will shine everywhere", the little flower saw that Qian Bufan's hands were about to touch herself, sighed, and then turned herself into a pile of shit, Qian Bufan's face was black, and the hand didn't know whether to take it back or continue to catch the goods.

(End of chapter)

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