The Shura Realm, the Eighteen Heavens, is finally back!

The flame represents destruction, but also the nirvana of rebirth, I can control the strength of the flame in my body, killing and saving people in just one thought.

After dealing with Lao Song's injuries with his aura, in a bloodstained room, we waited quietly, the iron plate slowly rose up from the five hundred floors, I cleaned the broken tableware on it, and climbed up with Lao Song.

Hell is the first stop for souls in Hades, it has trapped me for three whole days, and now, it's time to get out of here.

Standing on the iron plate, rising from the 477th floor, I had almost a full view of the scenes in every room, the mutilated corpses, the bloodthirsty scenes were not uncommon, in fact, from the 100th floor onwards, I didn't even want to see a single bone, if I wanted to live, I could only eat my own kind.

Hell is a true portrayal of the darkness of human nature, and I can't directly describe a lot of things here, and we can never imagine what people will do in order to survive.

I've even seen people eat themselves – with a knife slicing a piece of meat off their legs...... It would have allowed him to live for seven days, but he would have died in the next seven days.

Even Lao Song, who has been in hell all the year round, was disgusted by these scenes.

"Old Song, I can take you out of here." In the process of ascending the iron plate, while killing those who intended to do wrong to us, I said to Lao Song: "You don't really plan to stay in this gloomy place forever, do you?" ”

Lao Song squatted on the ground, clutching the edge of the iron plate with both hands: "You and I both know that the end of going out will be even worse, I am different from you, an ordinary person like me who has no aura, once I leave the protection of the hell, my chance of survival is less than zero......"

"What's the difference?" I just blinked slightly, and two strong men with murder weapons in their hands pounced on us, immediately ignited by the blood-colored flames, screaming, and their limbs twisted and fell to the ground.

Lao Song was directly stupid by my sinister methods, and his back shook into a sieve.

"Even if your hands are as hard as steel, but this is still not your capital to survive in the underworld, instead of dying here, it is better to go outside and see, I know that there is a fortress, not far from here."

Lao Song raised his head, his eyes filled with indescribable despair: "There is a difference, if I die in the underworld, I can at least be resurrected in the underworld, and if I die outside, I will be taken to a more terrifying place." ”

I stopped talking, and as the iron plate rose, my number of kills skyrocketed, and by the time I reached the 301st floor, I had killed enough of 100 people.

In other words, I have met the conditions to leave the underworld, and the exit should be on the first level, right?

On the 104th floor, I met the beautiful young woman, who was wearing a black tight cheongsam with high heels, green silk casually draped over her fragrant shoulders, and her expression was as cold as ice.

The woman frowned at me and said with some dissatisfaction: "You finally came up, I didn't plan to wait for you." ”

I smiled and said, "But you're waiting." The next second, my smile froze.

Her roommate, a stupid man, had been dismembered and killed by her and nailed to the wall with a metal toothpick.

"Cheap brute, how dare you beat my idea?" She spat at the corpse, jumped lightly on the iron plate, and said to me coldly: "One more person, one more hope, I couldn't be clearer about the situation outside, you are higher than me, you shouldn't be holding me back, right?" ”

I said, "I don't know your name yet, and it's not appropriate to call you a woman all the time." ”

The woman twisted her extremely beautiful face, was silent for a while, and replied: "My name is Leng Ruoxue." ”

"Li Zhiwen." I stretched out my hand to her, but Leng Ruoxue didn't answer: she gave me a blank look: "Whatever." ”

Leng Ruoxue and I have already killed enough of a hundred people, and the rest are all handed over to Lao Song to deal with, after a long wait, when the iron plate came to the first layer, even Lao Song had enough to count.

Every time we kill someone, we do it passively, and you can imagine how many people want us to die along the way, and Leng Ruoxue's beauty greatly increases the probability of them being sent to death.

Isn't it painful enough to be in hell? Those stupid desires, haven't they been suppressed?

After stepping down from the iron plate, I looked at the first floor of the hell, which was exactly as described by Lao Song, there were several small rectangular windows on the walls, and the windows were stained with dried blood, although the view was blocked, but through the thick walls, I could hear the screams of the people outside.

Leng Ruoxue's Taoism has almost recovered, and I can see at a glance that this woman is probably around the Seven Heavens of the Shura Realm, and the outline of the aura behind her is an earthy yellow tomb.

I retracted my gaze: "You said before that you are cultivating bloody qi, I don't think it's like it, right?" ”

"I lied to you." Leng Ruoxue said indifferently: "We don't know each other well, and it's normal not to tell the truth." ”

The crying outside the wall, the harsh sound of fingernails picking metal, I was uneasy to listen to, and after thinking about it, I said to Leng Ruoxue: "After we go out, we will be companions, trust and help each other, and the hope of living will be greater, so what is your aura?" ”

"Grave gas." She hesitated and said softly.

This kind of aura, this is the first time I've heard of it, and it may be rarer than the flame aura, which makes me even more curious about the origin of Leng Ruoxue.

What kind of story did she have before she died? How did she die?

The two prisoners on the first floor were staring at the three of us with horror on their faces, probably sensing danger from the blood stains on our bodies, and they cowered in the corner in fright, not daring to say a word.

After a short rest, there was a sound of a mechanism turning in the wall, and a low door appeared in front of us.

"Let's go." Leng Ruoxue beckoned to me, I signaled her not to worry, and then looked at Lao Song:

"One last time, do you want to come with me?" Judging from the general environment of the underworld, Lao Song is undoubtedly a good person who can be trusted, so I ask this.

Old Song's face was pale and gray, and the choice he should make next was far more than death itself.

I'm not in a hurry to urge Lao Song and give him plenty of time to think about it.

After about five minutes, Lao Song suddenly raised his head and asked me, "After I go out, are you responsible for my absolute safety?" ”

I told the truth, "No, I can't take care of it." ”

Lao Song slapped his head hard: "This damn cannibal prison, I've had enough!" If I stay any longer, I'll go crazy sooner or later! Just fight it once, I'll go with you! ”

That's what a man should say, yes, this is Hades, everything that happens here is chaotic, desperate and gloomy, but we can't lose the last courage because of this.

What is the difference between a soul that has lost its courage and a fallen dead thing?

"Let's go." I smiled at Lao Song, took a deep breath and walked forward, before opening the door, Leng Ruoxue pointed at Lao Song and said to me: "Li Zhiwen, your choice is wrong, look, this old waste will drag us down." ”

Everyone has their own principles for doing things, I don't need to explain anything to Leng Ruoxue, the truth of the way of Huangquan is getting closer and closer, let the heart cool down, and then colder......

The moment I unscrewed the door, the biting wind roared and blew in, and the wind and sand alone immediately cut a cut on my cheek!

And the two residents on the first floor were even more blown by the wind and spit blood! Almost frozen to death!

The wind in the underworld is too cold, it is not simply cold in temperature, but the kind of chill that can make the soul scream! You can't wait to find ten quilts at once, wrap yourself up, and make a big fire in the quilt.

If I had to find an accurate word to describe it, it could only be a morgue, and when the corpse freezer was opened, the terrifying cold was like the wind in the underworld.

Leng Ruoxue and I have an aura in our bodies, so naturally we don't need to be afraid of it, when I helped Lao Song deal with his injuries, I left a few faint flames in his body, so Lao Song could barely hold on.

After stepping out of the threshold, I saw the scene that I will never forget.

It was a grave-colored Gobi, with no end in sight, and there were many strange rocks on the Gobi, and a team composed of tens of thousands, or even tens of millions, was fleeing frantically towards the front.

The scene shook the mountains.

Leng Ruoxue told me that it was the night of the underworld, and the sky at night was blood-red, and the sky was like a blood-stained shroud.

Below the night, on both sides of the huge procession, there were countless terrifying dead creatures, wantonly capturing the crowded dead and enjoying this gluttonous feast.

These dead things turned into resentment have nothing to do with human souls, they are unique to the underworld, completely unknown dead species, dead things can easily reach two meters tall, the highest one is even close to three meters, their bodies are slender and long, from the black scales covered on the skin, it can be seen that they are completely cold-blooded, without any emotion, the dead things have limbs similar to living people, torsos, although they also have human faces, but their faces are stupid and inhuman, they look really very gloomy.

The biggest difference from humans is that the backs of the dead creatures are covered with dense long spikes, and due to the severe distortion and deformation of the bones, almost every joint is broken, and the white bones are exposed.

There are at least sixty percent of dead things, in the crawling state of wild beasts, and there are also many people walking upright, and even the form of many dead things is difficult to describe in words - there are floating women wearing dirty red dresses on the upper half and completely blurred lower bodies, white-haired old men walking backwards and wearing black shrouds, and middle-aged men lying motionless on the ground, crawling in the wind like pieces of paper......

Although the forms are different, the dead things have several significant commonalities, they are easy to identify, they are taller than humans, their speed and strength are also far above humans, dead things can easily open the human brain like tearing tofu, suck the brain marrow inside, and those poor people who have been sucked are only left with a human skin, which is discarded on the side of the road.

The screams of the crowd, the sound of trampling on each other, the sound of broken bones, the sound of dead things eating, and the miserable sound of the wind formed the evil song of hell, which shocked people's hearts.

Behind us, countless hells were lined up, and those who had managed to escape the torture of hell and regain their freedom were staring around in confusion, and some of them could not stand the stimulation and crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands and wept.

Leng Ruoxue pointed to the crowd and said to me: "The vision of the Gobi is too simple, once isolated, it will die faster, so we should also join the crowd, if it is fast enough, there are three days away, and we will probably be able to reach the nearest refuge fortress." ”

"Either way, it's a journey to the death."

Under the leadership of Leng Ruoxue, we rushed into the crowd as fast as possible, our ears were chaotic, almost nothing could be heard, in order to avoid separation, the three of us held hands with each other, Leng Ruoxue's delicate palms were full of fragrant sweat.

"The scariest thing about dead things is not power." While running in stride, Leng Ruoxue fiercely pushed away the people in front of him: "The dead things I have seen are almost all at the Rakshasa level, with your and my skills, it is easy to kill thirty or fifty, and it is terrible, the number of them is too much, and it is impossible to kill them all." ”

"These things don't feel pain and fear, and they are extremely fond of eating souls with strong aura, once the identity of our asura is discovered, they will immediately gather in large numbers and tear us to pieces in desperation!"

Leng Ruoxue and I dragged Lao Song and moved towards the center of the crowd, and under the cover of the huge crowd, we should not be noticed by the dead things for the time being.