Shen Yinyang and Yan Wenbin's uncle both went to deal with Staff Officer Li, they knew that if they didn't kill Staff Officer Li, Staff Officer Li would kill everyone here, but when Yan Wenbin's uncle turned back, he found that the fangs of the drought had pierced Yan Wenbin's throat, and Yan Wenbin had closed and lost the strength to resist, and the throat of the drought fish kept squirming, constantly sucking Yan Wenbin's blood.

Tong Wenbin's uncle's eyes suddenly burst out, and the blood vessels on his forehead turned black, like skyrocketing green tendons, murderous, and without saying a word, he directly took out the Heavenly Master Print and smashed it on the head of the drought.

Although the drought was attacked by the Taoist holy relics, she can transform at will, and immediately change into the drought of the gods, although she is a god, but she still can't get rid of her bloodthirsty nature, and she disappeared instantly with Yan Wenbin, appeared on the high platform, and kept a long distance from Yan Wenbin's uncle.

Yan Wenbin felt that there was an unprecedented pain that made his eyeballs almost burst out, and there was a stream of heat in his neck that continued to gather, Yan Wenbin felt that his eyesight was getting worse and worse, and his eyes were getting darker and darker, and the cries of others echoed in Yan Wenbin's ears, but the more Yan Wenbin listened, the more blurred he became.

Even Lao Hu rushed to the high platform, trying hard to separate Yan Wenbin from Drought Fish, but to no avail.

Lao Hu picked up the butt of the gun and kept smashing it hard against the forehead of the drought, but the forehead of the drums was like steel, and the butt of the gun had no effect at all.

Cold, a chill made Yan Wenbin's body tremble.

"Drink a bowl of hot soup when it's cold", an old man's voice suddenly appeared in the ears of Yan Wenbin, who immediately opened his eyes, but found himself on a boulder, and below was a red sea, never able to see the edge, and there was a lot of black fog floating on the sea.

"What kind of place is this?" Yan Wenbin felt weak all over his body, and his voice trembled when he spoke.

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Netherworld Blood Sea, also called Feng Yuan, I am the Lord of Feng Yuan, I have been waiting for you here for a thousand years, and I finally met you, you are still the same, but it is not exactly the same, after all, you are not him, he is much more powerful than you", the old man sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a cup of hot tea in front of his nose, enjoying the rich aroma of tea.

Feng Yuan, Yan Wenbin seemed to have heard the name of this place somewhere, but suddenly he couldn't remember it, but he turned around and immediately remembered a passage.

Feng Yuan is an extremely evil, extremely existing world, not within the Three Realms, among the Five Elements, Yan Wenbin He looked up at the black clouds above, beyond the clouds, it should be the eighteenth layer of hell, this Feng Yuan is under the eighteenth layer of hell, but the old man sitting cross-legged in front of a stone table did not say anything, as if all his attention was on the chess game of the stone plate, and he no longer paid attention to Yan Wenbin.

Yan Wenbin remembered that there was such a record in "Taishang Yuan Shi Tianzun Said that Yama Reduced Guilt Wonderful Scriptures", Dongyue Taishan, Qingdi Zhenjun, this Yin and Youdu, Ming Demon Emperor, and the Ten Palaces of the Princes, in charge of the eighteen layers of hell, the twenty-four prisons of the Blood Lake, the ruler of the underworld, the Yin Mirror Cao Xuan, the judge of hell, the ghost envoy Yasha, the heavenly prison and the dark soil, and the law enforcement gods are in hell.

According to the saying, this is the Blood Lake, and the old man in front of him is himself the Ming Demon Emperor.

"Then I'm not dead, I heard that only the most evil people will be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, and they will never be reborn, and this is the blood lake under the eighteenth layer of hell, then I am not the worst of the worst crimes" Yan Wenbin thought of this, and his face immediately turned like ashes, he always warned himself that all this was not true, but he couldn't leave this place.

"The next life is just a moment, if the heart is dead, there is the same there, if the heart does not die, you have to suffer from the reincarnation of eternity, the flowers bloom and the fate is extinguished, it is not between your thoughts, people's lives are like this game of chess, there are always many unexpected things."

"When you come, when you live, when you go, you go out of the netherworld; Come or go, come to God, go to Phong Island when you go; Come and go, go and go, this is not a place to stay in the soul, Daluo Wonderland is free to travel, pull out of reincarnation without bitter fun,

Who is the companion when I come, the bright moon and the breeze, with my spirit flag, I am worried and sorrowful."

Yan Wenbin didn't know what the old man was talking about, almost incomprehensible.

"Could it be that this is really a place of sealing abyss, it's so cold," said Yan Wenbin constantly rubbing his cheeks with his hands.

"I drank this bowl of soup when it was cold", the old man handed a bowl of blood water to Yan Wenbin, although it was steaming, but there was still a lot of black mist floating out of the cup, but in Yan Wenbin's hot tea, the water was like ice water, which made Yan Wenbin feel that his body became more cold.

"Drink it, this is what I promised him, if I can meet you, I will give you a bowl of Fengyuan blood water, but all your grievances, life is a big cycle of process, from the beginning to the end, although there are many memorable moments in life, but this circle always has to reach the end, the end is the starting point, and the experience of a lifetime will also end, life does not bring, death does not take it."

But there are a lot of pain and sorrow in life, some experiences can make people unforgettable, but at the same time, they can also make people suffer from torture, a glass of blood and water, can make people forget all their troubles, and it is also the best relief in life" The old man still did not look up and said.

"What if I don't drink", Yan Wenbin looked at the old man and said, the old man was wearing a shabby linen clothes, with a hat, and a cloak on the outside, and his silver hair blocked his face, and even his face was not visible to Yan Wenbin.

"If you don't want to drink it, put it down, a bowl of water makes you forget your past life, and you can also think of this life, you have your choice, I don't force it, maybe this is what is destined, even if it is providential, it cannot be changed."

"Then how can I get out of here", said Yan Wenbin, looking at the old man's back, there was a chessboard and a tea set in front of the old man, as if waiting for a person to arrive.

"You can leave whenever you want, it seems that I will have to wait for another thousand years for this game of chess

But if you want to come, why don't you wait for a thousand years, and I will wait for you not a thousand years."

"The flowers on the other side bloom, the flowers and leaves will never be seen, only for the love of a thousand years, the origin of the fate of the extinction, all at the moment when the flowers bloom and fall, you fight with the sky, ask God to borrow five hundred years, and I am merciful, borrow you for a thousand years, only for the moment when the flowers bloom and thank you, see you remember the tears that fell in the past life and this life, whether they are bitter or sweet."

"You went there, how can I get out of here", Yan Wenbin didn't understand what the old man meant, and the old man disappeared.

Yan Wenbin looked at the bowl of hot water on the table, and finally chose to drink it in one gulp, because it was too cold.

"Quickly separate them, smash them hard, quickly", Yan Wenbin heard his uncle's shout.

"I'll find a bigger stone", Lao Hu dropped the gun after speaking, picked up a stone weighing more than 200 catties from the ground, and smashed it at the head of the drought, Lao Hu swore that if he couldn't smash the head of the dartle with a stone, he could cut off his own hands.

Lao Hu's weight of more than 200 catties, plus the stones he lifted more than 300 catties, plus falling up and down from a ten-meter-high platform, add up to almost 800 catties of impact, even if the head of the drought is cast in stainless steel, it will be smashed, not to mention that the drought is still flesh and blood.

And Yan Wenbin is still in Fengyuan, and the water in the bowl has not been drunk, but the water in the bowl shows the scene of Yan Wenbin's own twilight years.

In his twilight years, Tong Wenbin, with gray hair, walked slowly, walked slowly, with one hand on crutches and one hand stretched out to the front, his wrinkled face like old bark kept shedding tears, and every tear was very crystal clear.

Yan Wenbin wanted to catch the tear with his fingers, and even wanted to taste whether the tear tasted bitter or sweet.

But when Yan Wenbin's hand stretched out, he saw that it was the half-human, half-green face of the drought fish.

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Uncle, quickly separate me from the drought, it hurts, this dead guy actually scares me", Yan Wenbin found that he saw that it was a drought, and he was immediately frightened and screamed, just now he wanted to touch the face of the drought fish with his own hand, and now he felt scared when he thought about it.

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Fuck, Lao Tzu fought with you", Lao Hu picked up more than 300 catties of stones, jumped off the high platform, and smashed it directly on the head of the drought.

Seeing that Lao Hu was already ruthless, Yan Wenbin quickly turned his head away, but at this time, he saw that all the faces of the drought fish had turned into human faces, and they looked like they were all over the country.

There is also a red flower in the center of the drought's eyebrows, and his eyes are not blood-red, and his tender face is still very ruddy, and the nosebleed slowly flows out when he sees such a beautiful drought, but his eyes have been staring at the dartle and he is reluctant to let go, for fear that he will not be able to see such a fairy as the drought, but the drough suddenly disappeared in front of Yan Wenbin.

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Lao Hu don't want it", Gang Wenbin shouted, because he saw that Lao Hu had already picked up a boulder and smashed it at him, if he was smashed by Lao Hu's head, his head would definitely be smashed, and his brains would be splashed, there was no doubt about this.

"Xiao Gang, where is the drought", Lao Hu saw that the dartle suddenly disappeared, leaving Yan Wenbin standing in front of him, seeing that the boulder in his hand was about to smash towards Yan Wenbin's body.

"I... How... What... Know... Dao", Yan Wenbin reacted very slowly, because he said these words one by one, and even he closed his eyes in despair.

But Leng Bingyan threw out the whip in her hand and wrapped it around Yan Wenbin's waist, and pulled Yan Wenbin to her side with all her might, avoiding Lao Hu's Taiju stone.