Is the wrath of heaven to be borne by mortals?

If you don't want to send your humble soul to heaven, then you will be trapped in hell for eternity, lowly worms, and I will see how long you can last. The god in his mind, taking off the mask of hypocrisy, spoke of the cruel threat in a calm voice.

Facing the pale world, the realm of the gods, Lu Ziyin had frost in his eyes, looked around vigilantly, clenched his hands and put them on his chest, every inch of his muscles were stiff, ready to prevent accidents.

And at this time, in the distant sky, the endless flames stained half of the sky, and a strange substance quickly condensed, black and hard stones, slippery and greasy covering every inch of the earth, as if hell was coming to the world.

And Lu Ziyin's body has begun to disappear, and then his consciousness is hazy, dizzy, the creator has enough control over this piece of heaven and earth, and under the absolute power, he is insignificant and defenseless, like paper paste, it will be broken at the touch of a touch, and it is vulnerable.

Hell came, and Lu Ziyin's will could not support it at all, and he fell into a comatose indulging.

When Lu Ziyin woke up again, he was already in hell, he was a spirit, and he wanted to jump up, but something grabbed him and made him unable to move, so he had to look around vigilantly.

At this glance, the surrounding area turned into an endless purgatory, with hot magma, a strong stench, and the smell of saltpeter smoke, and the rampant evil ghosts crawling with hell nearby, with hideous and terrifying faces, probed Lu Zi with bad intentions, swallowed spit, and laughed ruefully.

What's more, the rickety body climbed forward, stretched out its deformed fingers, and the saliva flowed wantonly, almost reaching Lu Ziyin.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, mixed with a whistling wind, and a huge iron whip full of thorns slashed down from the sky, destroying the power of the world, and the whip actually whipped the little imp alive, turning it into a puddle of pus, mixed with his filthy saliva.

And the hungry ghosts nearby looked at the figure in the sky in fear, curled up, not daring to get close to Lu Ziyin for half a step, and at the same time screamed violently and undulatingly, like a forbidden song in the world.

I'm so hungry, food food.

Lu Ziyin saw that the ghosts had retreated, exhaled, got up with difficulty, and his hand touched something soft, like a lump of silt, and at the same time felt a tingling pain, looking at the black sludge in his hand, as if he was alive, the soft mud devoured a large piece of flesh and blood on his hand, and soon, the wrinkled hand turned into a crystal clear white bone, and there was not even blood on it. Rao is Lu Ziyin is determined, but he still couldn't stop trembling, his eyes opened angrily, he gritted his teeth and refused to speak, and his hand shook hard, but it had no effect.

Soon, the black mud gathered more and more, and it actually wrapped Lu Ziyin's whole piece, squirming, and the sound of chewing happily, scrambling to greedily devour his thin body, and his body was dismembered, and Lu Ziyin was so desperate that he couldn't even beg for mercy.

But the demon on the horizon looked at the tortured Lu Ziyin in front of him playfully, laughing wildly, and his happy expression seemed to have seen Lu Ziyin's figure begging for mercy.

When the black sludge was digested, the hideous ghosts crawled forward with their hands and feet, tearing off a large cloud of black sludge, the black sludge wanted to escape but was powerless to stop it, or was sent into the mouth by the hungry ghosts, which contained a few pieces of Lu Ziyin's undigested flesh and blood, and a few little ghosts in order to compete for the only remaining food, made a big move, scuffled, fell into the side of the magma and burned into ashes, the praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, what a dramatic scene.

……

With Lu Ziyin's death, the world in front of him has no meaning of existence, and in the blink of an eye, it shatters like a mirror, and another world is generated at the same time.

A figure suddenly appeared in a huge oil pot, and the figure turned out to be Lu Ziyin, he came back to life, and it was also where the demon would easily let him go.

He gasped heavily, he was gnawed by the black sludge just now, and he still had palpitations, his heart was pounding and pounding, and he was panting, but before he could rest for half a minute, the demon in the sky fluttered the bat's winged flesh wings, and quickly swooped in front of him, and at the same time pulled the wind and snapped his fingers, at the same time, under the huge oil pot, the air was purple flames, the temperature was extremely high, and even the air was distorted, and the foam in the oil pot burst one by one, splashing thick juice, Lu Ziyin is like a little sheep caught by the gray wolf, and now it is the scene where he is brought back to the wolf castle to prepare to cook the sheep.

The temperature in the pot is getting higher and higher, the sweat on Lu Ziyin's forehead keeps falling down, and the large pieces of meat are also detached, howling unbearably, and at the same time holding his hand on the edge of the oil pot, trying to break free, but the hot temperature of the oil pot soon burned the palm of his hand red, filled with the smell of meat, and with a scream, a figure fell into the oil pot again, and the flesh of the white flower was churning.

"Now you will surrender to me, and I will give you eternal life and happiness." The Demon Dao on the horizon.

There was a slurred voice in the oil pot, stubborn and arrogant, "You are delusional" followed by another scream, and then the gurgling foam in the pot burst one by one, and the oil cooked rotten meat, and the sound of zila and zila.

The demon smiled, then shook his head and looked pleasant and happy.

"You'll give in sooner or later."

Slowly the flame went down, there was no abnormal sound in the pot, and in the yellow oil, the bones were fried crispy and charred, as if they would turn into ashes when touched.

……

The image then shatters, a figure appears in the dark jungle, and the demon moves Hell away from another place.

Lu Ziyin came to his senses again, the huge chain imprisoned him on the ground, unable to move, and he really felt the slippery and cold touch all over his body, but the painful feeling did not weaken a bit.

When he was awake again, what happened in front of him told him that it was not illusory, that the feeling of being thrown into a frying pan alive, the huge pain, was unbearable. He was almost ready to succumb to the god in front of him now, and he didn't know how the damn god would torture him.

But he could not give in, he would rather stand alive than die on his knees, and if he surrendered, it would be a slander against his character. And he didn't know what a tragic fate he had to face by putting his consciousness in the hands of this demon.

At this time, his fighting spirit burned in his heart again, and he endured the pain and stubbornly scolded back, and his momentum couldn't lose, so he scolded loudly to the sky, "Is this what you can do, dog mongrel, you can come, hahahahaha."

The joking voice of the sky was heard, and the lofty tone sounded, "I don't know what to do, obsessed ignorance, you human beings' so-called strength is just a senseless struggle, this is just a piece of cake, you have to continue to add ingredients, let me see what you are still afraid of in your heart."

"As soon as the picture turned, there was a dark forest, and the trees were full of sticky white threads, like fine silk, and in the dark and black, like ghosts sneaking around. The crows quacked and ranced, but the cries soon died down, followed by a scalp-tingling chewing sound.

Lu Ziyin moved uneasily, and the iron chain rattled, as if to remind the owner of the forest that there was a prey that was powerless to resist and slaughtered.