In the endless darkness, Chen Xiaoyi's Yuan Shen erupted into a shocking wail. Immediately, a field of blood exploded in the darkness. In an instant, the color of blood spread rapidly, dyeing the black sea of memories into a sea of blood.

At this moment, two blood-colored figures suddenly appeared above the sea of blood. These two blood shadows, one condensed, the other illusory, looked at each other from afar. These two blood shadows were very strange, and they glanced at each other, and then they all looked into the depths of the sea of blood.

In the depths of that sea of blood, Chen Xiaoyi's primordial spirit was erupting into an incomparably painful wail. Endless resentment rises. In the place where the resentment was at its strongest, it was a blood-red. His primordial god stood in a blood-colored mist, as if he were a fierce demon.

Chen Xiaoyi's spiritual consciousness is constantly broken and reorganized, the process is incomparably long, time is like a long river of flowing years, and his spiritual consciousness rises and falls in this endless river. Eighteen kinds of torture were inflicted on the primordial spirit, and his spiritual consciousness suffered a devastating blow, and each reorganization was like a rebirth.

I don't know how many times he has been broken and reborn, and after each break, the power of the seven emotions in the primordial spirit will slowly nourish him, so that his spiritual sense will not be destroyed. Chen Xiaoyi's spiritual sense has become more condensed and solid, and it is more in line with the original spirit.

At this time, above the sea of blood, something happened again. The illusory blood shadow suddenly shot out, and a piece of blood light shot out, hitting another condensed blood shadow.

Hum!

I only heard an incomparably cold voice, and the incomparably condensed blood shadow also made a move. I saw that he waved his right arm slightly, and a blood-colored long knife slashed Huashan, the knife flashed, the blood light shattered, and the illusory blood-colored figure was also split in half.

Soon, however, the phantom regrouped again, and shouted: "It's you, you sinner, there is no place for you in the Three Realms, between heaven and earth, and today you will be ambushed!"

The solid shadow of blood remained silent, but his hands kept dancing. The blood light fluttered in the sky, and the entire sea of blood shook violently, and above the sea of blood, a hurricane blew in an instant. The blood-colored wind blade shot wildly, trapping the illusory blood shadow in it.

At this moment, the phantom seemed to have become duckweed in a sea of blood, constantly rising and falling, shattering. He erupted in a roar of rage, drawing talismans with both hands, constantly fending off the attacks of the Wind Blade, but he was pierced by the blood-colored Wind Blade again and again. The apparition became more transparent, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

The blood-colored phantom was wounded one after another, but it still fought stubbornly. Suddenly, a fiery red light exploded in the blood light. The Wind Blade in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the entire sea of blood slowly calmed down.

Hum!

It was the same cold and heartless voice again, as if it was disdainful. Then, only a voice without the slightest emotion was heard: "Miscellaneous but not pure, die!"

The calm sea of blood suddenly became agitated, and a huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the sea, and the entire sea of blood was stirred.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, a blood-colored tornado rose from the sea of blood, as if it were a giant dragon soaring into the air. The blood-colored phantom was swept into it, and disappeared in an instant. The blood-colored tornado spun wildly, as if it was about to engulf the entire sea of blood in it. It moved rapidly above the sea of blood with a monstrous wave of blood, like a blood-colored dragon floating into the distance.

After a long time, the sea of blood returned to calm. Chen Xiaoyi, who was in the depths of the sea of blood, seemed to have broken free from torture. In his primordial spirit, the black mist gradually dissipated. The primordial spirit, which was solidified by the power of the seven emotions, formed a subtle relationship with his spiritual sense.

After an endless and long period of painful torture, Chen Xiaoyi's spiritual sense has become extremely strong, and a perfect fit has formed with the Yuan Shen. The benefits brought to him by such a result were by no means comparable to those of ordinary monks.

What's more, after experiencing eighteen kinds of torture, he actually obtained more hate word secret techniques, and a complete set of hate word secret techniques was imprinted in his memory.

Chen Xiaoyi's sea of divine consciousness gradually returned to normal, and the color of blood slowly faded. His primordial spirit appeared on the sea of divine consciousness, and he didn't seem to know that this sea of divine consciousness had once turned into a sea of blood, and there had been two blood-colored figures who had fought fiercely here.

After the primordial spirit returned to his place, Chen Xiaoyi instantly sobered up. Still in prison, a man with a blank face was pulling at his tongue with all his might. At this moment, Chen Xiaoyi no longer felt anything about such torture.

Recalling the previous experience, the black fog, it was the painful memory of this space, of all the tortured people in this prison. When Chen Xiaoyi absorbed the resentment around him, those painful memories actually entered his body with the resentment, and then merged into his sea of memories.

These painful memories go hand in hand with the huge resentment around them. When he incorporated the resentment around him into his internal organs, these painful memories would also be integrated into his sea of memories, and he had to experience this endless pain in order to complete the process.

All of this stems from the fact that he doesn't know what kind of process it is to gather resentment. If it were those seniors who hated words, they would never dare to absorb resentment like him. The more a person gains, the more he has to endure.

At this moment, Chen Xiaoyi came to his senses, but he still couldn't get out of the predicament. A total of eighteen hateful word secret techniques exist in the sea of memory, plus the huge resentment he just absorbed. This time his gains can be said to be extremely huge.

Now, with that incomparably huge resentment as the cornerstone, he began to cultivate those hatred word secret techniques. The resentment stored in the internal organs was mobilized, and a thick blood-red fog shrouded it. These grievances need to be refined into the pure power of the seven emotions through the resentment formula, which is also an incomparably long process, because this resentment is too huge.

I don't know how long it took, but different colors began to appear in the blood-colored mist, and finally the blood-colored fog all turned into a colorful mist. Chen Xiaoyi was in it, as if shrouded in the glow, looking extremely mysterious, and at the same time there was a divine aura permeating.

When all the grievances in the internal organs were refined, Chen Xiaoyi opened his eyes. His eyes were simple and serene, and he felt a surging power in his body, which was the power of pure seven emotions.

Roar!

Chen Xiaoyi roared angrily, and a bloody arrow shot out of his mouth, instantly nailing the person who had been pulling his tongue. His internal organs shook at the same time, and the power of the seven emotions erupted, breaking the chains that bound his body.

Chen Xiaoyi jumped up from the stone platform, looked around, the whole space seemed very dim, and he could vaguely see that there were countless stone platforms around, and countless people were being tortured. Resentment is pervasive, and blood is wafting.

Chen Xiaoyi quickly calmed down, and silently recited in his heart: Since he has absorbed the grievances of these people, how can he let these people suffer here anymore if he is out of trouble.

He moved quickly, killing all the expressionless torturers and cutting off the chains on the victims. Chen Xiaoyi quickly checked the status of the torturers, and all of them were living dead.

The torture had stopped, the restraints had been removed, but the men were still lying on the stone platform and wailing. Chen Xiaoyi took the Yuan Shen out of his body and entered the sea of divine consciousness of the tortured. Their sea of divine consciousness had all turned into a sea of blood, and it was about to dry up. Moreover, their primordial spirits became extremely dim, and their divine consciousness was scattered in the sea of blood, constantly drifting, without a trace of life.

The original god has returned to his place, and this hell full of resentment has been destroyed by him. Next, he had to track down the direction where his grievances went. Here, there are still very unknown secrets.