His uncle, he won't be so unlucky, I'm going to fall into this volcano?

My body fell faster and faster, and as the speed continued to increase, the burning around me was. The sensation of heat became more and more severe.

Everything in front of me was getting clearer and clearer, so clear that I could even see the black dots floating up and down in the volcano. And when I got closer, I realized that those so-called black dots were actually human heads.

It was a struggling human head, and the skin on their heads had turned into something like glue, and the gelatinous human skin peeled off the skull and quickly melted into the water.

On the shore of this magma there were iron cables more than one person wide, and all the people walked and moved around the iron cables. I saw many uniformed Yin soldiers escorting three people to walk on this iron cable.

When the group walked into the iron cable, the Yin soldiers threw it directly into the lava. The moment these people were thrown into the magma pool, the skin and flesh of their bodies were sliding off in an instant, and that scene was quite exciting to watch.

But I wonder why magma with such high temperatures doesn't melt these people's bones.

Apparently these are cross-framed on top of the crater of these longitudinal. The crisscrossed chains were where the Yin soldiers walked, and the walls around the magma were covered with slap-sized knives.

These sharp knives are very sharp on both sides, and those souls who can't stand the scorching magma will try their best to climb up the mountain, and the only way for them to climb up is through these big ones. Sharp knives large and small.

However, the moment their fragile flesh touched the sharp knife, it slipped open. The flesh bloomed, but they still refused to let go. However, it is not that they refuse to let go, but that some descendants are dragging their backs to climb up.

When the descendants climb up, everyone's weight will be weighed. On this person's body, in an instant, the sharp knife pierced directly into that person's body.

You must know that this wall is densely packed with knives, and those who climbed up first were nailed to the mountain of knives.

There are countless souls struggling in this magma, and there are countless souls struggling to climb up, so those souls who have been nailed to the sharp knives have no hope of coming out again.

However, the revenants who climbed up behind were not much better, this crater was particularly high, even if you climbed to the top of the human mountain, you still had to face an endless mountain of knives, and those revenant souls who could not withstand the torture of flesh and skin fell one after another.

In all the time I had been on my descent, I had not seen a single soul crawl out alive.

This is supposed to be hell, and the moment this thought came to me, I finally understood why people put the mountain of swords and the sea of fire in one idiom.

With that kind of burning. The heat became worse and worse, and I finally fell on top of the iron cable. But the rope was now very light. I slipped, so the moment I landed on the cable, I almost fell off without standing on my feet.

Fortunately, I grabbed the edge of the chain with both arms, and I struggled to get up. And when I barely climbed the iron cable, my long-lost evil aura suddenly stopped by my side from far and near.

I took a deep breath, leaned on the iron cable, looked at the cold Yin Dao and smiled, "Don't worry, don't worry, your own people." ”

I looked up, but I saw a handsome black face, covered in pimples, a five-year-old and three-thick Yin soldier standing in front of me.

"How did you climb up?"

I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "I didn't climb up from below, I fell from above." ”

"Falling from above?"

With that, the big man looked up at the dark sky. It's like a lonely. Standing in the space, looking up at nothingness, the only thing you can see is something like black clouds.

"You are talking nonsense, trying to escape from the Red Refining Hell is a fool's dream. Now I'll give you two paths, one is to get me down, and the other is to let you go. ”

After that, the Yin soldier directly pulled out the Yin Knife. To say that the Taoism of this Yin soldier is actually not high, after all, I can still deal with an ordinary Yin soldier.

And at the moment when the Yin Knife in the hand of the Yin Soldier fell, I subconsciously blocked it. This is nothing to me, but the Yin soldier obviously didn't expect me to be able to directly block his knife.

He looked at me in shock, and I slowly let go of my hand, the expression on my face changing from a hippie smile to a serious one. I stared at the big man, pointed to his nose, and said, "I'm on official business, you better not get in the way." ”

I thought I could bluff this Yin soldier, but I didn't think that this Yin soldier turned out to be a two-pole, and I couldn't listen to what I said. To be honest, this place is really dry. The heat caused me to feel a little irritable as well.

Looking at the big guy in front of me, I really wanted to slash him, but at the moment when I was about to draw the knife, I touched Xie Bi'an's token.

At that time, I was overjoyed, and I took out Xie Bi'an's token from my pocket, put it in front of the big man, and shouted, "See?" You don't know me, I always know Xie Qiye's token. ”

"Knowing...... Of course I did. ”

I have to say that Xie Bi'an is still quite comfortable in this place, no matter where I am, as long as I can take out Xie Bi'an's token, I can always save the day.

After I took back Xie Bi'an's token, the chunk took me out of this Red Refining Hell. The exit to Hell was at the end of the chain, and the Hell Gate was a small door that flipped up and down.

The reason why he is said to be flipping up and down is because the head of this door is facing down and they are wrapped on it, and the funniest thing is that there is a pair of door gods attached to this door, and that door god is Zhong Kui.

However, Zhong Kui's appearance is white and tender enough, this appearance is completely different from the image of the black-faced man on TV, he looks thin and tender. Fleshy.

I can't imagine that such a white-faced person has the habit of devouring evil spirits alive. After going out of this door, the scorching. The feeling of heat was gone.

He didn't go out after the big piece had sent me out of here, and there was a small space outside the gate. There was a stone pillar in front of him, and the beads glowed with a dark red light.

Then I could see in the faint light that I was in a tower. I turned my head to look at the doorrail behind me, only to see a sign standing on it.

"Call the Great Hell."