Although under the protection of the soul from heaven, the three members of the Osaizhou team seem to have a firm heart and have not wavered in any way, but another fact cannot be ignored, in the battle in the Susanoo evil spirit domain, they have all used all their means, with all their strength and almost no reservations, and the soul banishment has made their state worse and worse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this almost terrible state, they also need to face the sinners who attack their weaknesses completely in the opponent's home field, this plane labyrinth, the gray-robed nun Betty, as a defense and healer, is undoubtedly best at resisting mental manipulation or curses, but she is facing a firepower network composed of divine thunder and flying swords, the most direct and fundamental violent destruction.

In the face of the slowly emerging landscape map, the Ten Directions Spirit Mountain, the Ninety-Nine Divine Thunder Tower, the overwhelming Yin Fire, the thunder light and the sword shadow, the flying sword and the Five Elements Escape Law come and go without a trace, and the Qingcheng Twin Ancestors who are almost immortal in the Yuan Shen, the only thing she can do is to resist, desperately resist, until the defense is shattered and the ashes are blown away......

The white knight Laal is relatively good, the heavenly knight who has mastered the holy art has no obvious shortcomings, and the armed blue anger condensed through the strengthening inheritance of the Yishu Er has the power that does not belong to the mortal realm, but the power and consumption are proportional, and the situation he faced before was different from that of Sister Betty, and he successively released the Holy Sword of Light and the face of the Heavenly Holy Lord, which directly made him on the verge of overdraft.

After the Black Knight of the Twelve Round Table was transformed by the Death Knight Ritual, although it can't be said how powerful, it is definitely a hard bone, hob meat, even if half of the body is smashed, the remaining half can still move freely, and the killing scar is also the most focused and killing of all the scars, once hit, it will leave a mark on the body that will be remembered for life.

It's just that in terms of the degree of danger, the first person in the list is the spiritual talent, the young man in black, Bright.

Nun Betty and the white knight Ral, no matter how bad the situation is, is a long tug-of-war, as the reincarnation of the main god space step by step, they all have their own hole cards and dependence, only for their own overdraft to reach the limit, can not continue to support can be ended, and his game with the flame man is directly on the edge of the blade of death, this kind of mental power and spiritual confrontation only needs a careless, it is likely to lead to self-destruction, and in addition to this nightmare sinner, There is also an extremely dangerous blade hidden in the shadows.

"Freddy?"

The black-clothed young man Bright saw the face covered with hideous scars in front of him through the heavy flames, his eyes were full of surprise, and he secretly thought to himself: "Summoning the fierce demons and demons in these terrifying plots to his command, it is really a bold choice, if you still judge by the image of the memory team, it is very likely that you will die a miserable death, I don't know what surprises this Elm Street ghost king can bring me......"

"Freddy? I seem to remember the name, and the image is so deep that it gnaws and burns my soul every moment......"

The shrill voice of the man in the flame pierced into the brains of the black-clothed young man like a needle, and every nerve could feel the pain that ran through the tearing, and the developed spiritual power not only did not help at this moment, but also caused the pain to be amplified dozens of times because of his keen perception, and the backlash of the spiritual world being broken and not dissipating made him tremble and dizzy.

"It's a memory full of pain, but it's nothing compared to what you'll have to endure next, and I hope you still have enough energy to enjoy it......"

As if he had found something in the memory of the young man in black, by the time Bright recovered from his vertigo, everything in front of him had completely changed.

In the burning crimson ruins, a factory covered in rust had risen from the ground, and the ground around it was engraved with a massive inverse pentagram, and in the faint candlelight of the tip of the star, it was barely possible to make out the criss-crossed chains around it, each with its own terrifying torture instruments occupying almost every wall.

"Welcome back to Hell, the pain you miss will illuminate the confusion in your heart, always with you and around."

A figure dressed in a pitch-black leather coat with a face pierced by dense needles slowly walked in front of him, although this was very similar to the hell monk in his memory, but there was an indescribable strangeness, the needles that should have been arranged neatly were always a little crooked and twisted, and there seemed to be a joke hidden under the expressionless face.

"Now, allow me to send you my greetings with the most sincere feelings."

With the exit of these words, sharp metal strings appeared on the fingertips of the Hell Monk, dragging and squeezing the Dao blood marks on the face, and after continuing to go deeper, the black-clothed young man's face also felt the coldness and tingling, and the blood flowing down his face told him that the pain suffered by the monk in front of him was also projected on his body.

"The breath binds us like the narrowest cage, and every inch of the body does not allow any relaxation."

A round, jagged blade that sliced the throat completely with a splash of blood seemed so effortless and freehand that it was like loosening a tight bow tie.

"The blockade of bones and flesh is simply suffocating, now, let's take it easy......

The swirling circular serrations did not stop there, but went down and cut the entire ribcage from it, and as the process continued, the more hoarse and broken sound also stopped little by little, of course, all this was reflected on his body as well.

"Now, we can finally say two words through relaxed, relaxed and intersecting hearts, do you remember those minor surgeries you performed, what a beautiful memory we had."

The monk's voice sounded directly in Brian's heart, looking at the moon blade flying in the air under the control of the chains, he didn't understand the meaning of all this in front of him, whether it was a clumsy illusion or a vulgar mental torture drama, but he didn't react to it, completely ignoring the pain of his body, as if he was watching a clumsy stage play.

"What if all this was real......"

After such a thought occasionally flashed through his mind, the young man in black only felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

If all this is fake, then naturally you don't need to care, as long as you don't believe it, then it won't really happen, but if all this is not false, but the real flesh and blood curse in reality, if you want to distinguish clearly, you must see whether the world in front of you is illusory or real, or illusory in the real world.

The spirit of the young man in black at this time was unprecedentedly focused, and his carelessness disappeared completely, but the mental fluctuations from the dream chrysalis completely covered him, and every time he looked at it, it was as difficult as walking forward in the raging waves, suffocation and oppression alternately, and the pain of shaking seemed to tear the entire brain.

The feeling of soul exile before seemed to have returned, not only did the vision in front of him become more and more blurred, the voices heard became weaker and weaker, and the thoughts were being stripped from the brain little by little, but before they fell into darkness completely, the spiritual power that had been condensed to the extreme penetrated through the blockade, as if a person who was almost drowning suddenly grabbed a log and poked his head above the sea.

At this moment, flames erupted from every pore of the Hell Monk in front of him, and burned the surrounding chains, torture instruments, and rusty factories into ashes, and through the dark red ruins, what could be seen was still the twisted demon sculpture and the gray-red plane labyrinth, but it seemed to have a little more blood.

At some point, a white man in a pure black antique dress was already standing behind him, the mad killing intent hidden in the elegance and indifference, like a curse of destruction formed by resentment, madness, death, rage and chaos, and an iron claw covered in dark red was constantly enlarging in front of his eyes, approaching ..................