In the dark and gloomy hell, everything has lost its vitality, the blood-red dark sky, the withered and withered tree trunks, like the desolation of the desert, as if mourning the passage of life, when the undead go to hell, there is no hope, no beauty, the only thing that can be seen is the three-headed dog guarding the gates of hell, cheruberus.

It has three heads, one to guard the hell from the undead from coming out of the hell, the other to look ahead to prevent the living from breaking into the world of the undead, and the last head to control the body, with a dragon tail on its lower body, and the hair on its head and back is full of coiled poisonous snakes. The poisonous saliva flowing from the mouth of the three-headed dog is strongly corrosive, and once it drops on the ground, it will corrode holes one by one, and the cold gaze is a sharp sword that shocks the souls of the dead.

Wang Xiaohu didn't know the legend of the three-headed dog, but the momentum of the three-headed dog, as well as the dead but thunderous roar from its three throats, made him feel frightened, and he didn't dare to take it hard, so he hurriedly flashed to the side, but forgot that the three-headed dog had three heads, he dodged to the right, and before he could stand firmly, the dog head on the right bit him hard.

Wang Xiaohu hurriedly raised the sickle to block, bell! There was a crisp sound, making a sound that could only be made when two steel knives collided, this dog thing was like steel, the sickle of death was an artifact after all, the three-headed dog bumped it, it felt quite painful, the huge body stepped back, the three dog heads were extremely hideous, and it was already angry that fire erupted from the nose.

Wang Xiaohu collided with the three-headed dog, and the huge force almost shook the sickle in his hand out, and he was so surprised that he didn't dare to fight hard. The three-headed dog is the most ferocious beast of hell, and no one has ever defeated it except when he was defeated by the Greek hero Hercules.

Wang Xiaohu is just a mortal. It's not a god, it's not easy to resist it, but it's a little difficult to subdue the three-headed dog, just as he dodges, the ghost soldiers in hell swarmed, and some black-winged fallen angels with swords also rushed over. It's just a moment's work, and the surroundings are already densely packed with demons and monsters.

Wang Xiaohu secretly complained, thinking that there were no Yin soldiers and ghosts in the Western Hell. Now it seems that there is no lot at all, these ghost soldiers are all dried corpses, covered in skin and bones, and have a tattered helmet on their heads. Besides. The weapons in his hands are also varied, including chains, long swords, axes, and half-guns...... But those dark angels held swords in their hands one by one, reserved and some distance away, and looked coldly.

Roar! Roar! Roar! The roar that shook the heavens and the earth came from the mouth of the three-headed dog, which had three heads. A roar made three tones, which was extremely upsetting. What's even more annoying is that the three-headed dog that has accumulated strength slammed into Wang Xiaohu, the three-headed dog is as tall as a hill, with a copper head and iron bones, and even the sickle of death can't help him except for making him hurt, no matter how stupid Wang Xiaohu is, he won't fight hard with him, but if he doesn't fight hard, where can he hide?

The surroundings have been occupied by countless ghost soldiers, and a steady stream of various monsters in the distance have also gathered, densely packed and unable to see the edge, the strange thing is that the ghost soldiers seem to be terrifying and ferocious, but they are just in a circle, like an audience watching a play.

Wang Xiaohu thought about it and figured it out, in addition to being afraid of the three-headed dog, the ghost soldier also cared about the death sickle in his hand, just surrounding himself and waiting for the three-headed dog to kill him, even if the task was completed, the abacus was quite good, since he came, he had to perform it, and if he didn't go into the water, he would drag these things into the water.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohu suddenly roared at the three-headed dog, raised the sickle in his hand, and seemed to be about to step forward to meet the enemy, but his foot stomped, but his body suddenly floated backwards, and then waved the sickle in his hand.

Countless ghost soldiers saw Wang Xiaohu's body floating upside down, and their reactions were a little slow, and they all looked up at Wang Xiaohu flying upside down, with his stinky mouth open, but there was no reaction, the Grim Reaper's scythe slashed a silver light in the air, and the screams were everywhere, the speed of the Grim Reaper's scythe was incomparable, and everywhere he went, it was easier to cut these ghost soldiers than to cut tofu, and he didn't feel the effort at all.

Wang Xiaohu floated into the middle of the ghost soldiers, and immediately the blood was everywhere, and the ghost soldiers began to remain fierce, wanting to take down Wang Xiaohu with more numbers, and after a few sickles, the ghost cried wolf and howled, and what was even more fucking was that following Wang Xiaohu, the three-headed dog also fiercely pounced into the ghost soldiers.

The three-headed dog does not distinguish between the enemy and me, scratching and tearing, the huge body is rampage, for the ghost soldiers, it is simply a disaster, flying all over the sky with stumps and broken arms, and the sound of wailing and screaming resounded throughout the sky, the three-headed dog is fierce, chasing Wang Xiaohu and wanting to bite him, Wang Xiaohu can't fight this dog thing with all his strength, but it is faster than the body, the body is full of Danqi, and he runs like a shadow.

So the ghost soldiers suffered, all around are densely packed with ghost soldiers and all kinds of demons and monsters, and there are many people coming in the back, it is impossible to retreat, if you want to escape, all around are the same kind, there is no way to escape, there is no escape.

At the entrance to the underworld, there was a scene on the huge square that had never appeared before, and the overwhelming ghost soldiers captured the soul of an oriental, but they were messed up by him. The most hateful thing is that Wang Xiaohu didn't face the enemy head-on at all, he ran around, and wherever there were many ghost soldiers, he ran to that place, and the ghost soldiers didn't resist, but his speed was too fast, and as soon as the weapon in his hand was raised, there was no shadow, followed by a three-headed dog......

After almost half an hour, the whole gate of hell was already a mess, where there was an eerie and terrifying scene, it was simply a farce, there was the lonely soul crying and crying in front of the gate of Hades, seeing the scene in front of him, he was suddenly not crying, and looked at the Oriental man in disbelief, suddenly in front, Yan Zhi in the back, and the world was turned upside down.

The dark angel who rushed over really couldn't stand it, and suddenly there was a fluttering wings and flew over, stabbing straight at Wang Xiaohu, Wang Xiaohu was secretly crying bitter in his heart, on the surface, he was making a lot of fun, no one could stop him, and only he knew the suffering, he didn't come to make trouble in the Western Hell, he wanted to escape from here, there were ghost soldiers everywhere, and the three-headed dog was chasing after him in a hurry, which had already made him a little exhausted.

Want to get out of the gate of the underworld, how difficult it is, seeing a black angel sword to fight, scythe swinging to meet it, the strength of the black angel pressed him for a moment, the three-headed dog came fiercely, and he and the black angel flew out together, the moment he flew out, Wang Xiaohu felt a shock all over his body, scattered the same discomfort, annoyed, handed the sickle forward in his hand, the black dragon played in the water, the black dragon swallowed the pearl, the dragon shaped six stacks, the old dragon turned back, the tiger washed its claws, the evil tiger climbed the mountain, the wild tiger rolled, the hungry tiger pounced......

The eight tricks were learned from the dragon and tiger in his body when he was confused, he had the ability to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, but he had no attainments in martial arts, and he was rich in wild roads, that is, these eight tricks were memorized and skillful, regardless of the crisis, it was strange to say, as soon as these eight styles came out, Wang Xiaohu's tired body and mind were gradually relieved.

The dragon and tiger qi in his body surrounded each other, showing the shadows of two divine beasts as if they were substance, protecting his body, and the evil spirits in the hell saw an extremely incredible scene, the body of the Oriental people was surrounded by two fierce divine beasts, and the powerful aura made every evil spirit palpitate, as if as long as they got close, they would be torn apart.

Under the protection of the divine beast, the death scythe in the hands of the Oriental people always drew an incredible arc, and unconsciously, the four dark angels who had caught up one after another were all killed by the Oriental people under the sickle, and even the three-headed dog was a little jealous, far away, and looked at Wang Xiaohu in confusion.

This situation was quickly caught by Wang Xiaohu, and he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, he didn't expect the sickle in his hand to cooperate with the eight moves to be so good, even the three-headed dog was shocked, could he take advantage of the fact that he was now close to the gate of the underworld, and then sneak out?

As soon as the thought came out, Wang Xiaohu couldn't bear it anymore, the eight moves were still overlapping, but his body moved towards the gate of Hades, and the three-headed dog immediately felt Wang Xiaohu's attempt, roared angrily, and rushed over again, Wang Xiaohu was also angry, this is a life-and-death duel with Lao Tzu? If you don't solve this dog thing, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this hellish place.

Suddenly roared angrily and greeted him, after fighting for so long, it has always been Wang Xiaohu who ran and the three-headed dog chased, the three-headed dog didn't think that Wang Xiaohu had the courage to face him, and he couldn't help but be stunned, he was actually still a little afraid of the sickle in Wang Xiaohu's hand, but as a vicious dog guarding the gate of Hades, it was also dignified, but it returned to normal in an instant, and the three dog heads each opened their big mouths to bite Wang Xiaohu.

Where did he think that Wang Xiaohu seemed to be fierce, but in fact it was a false move, seeing that the three-headed dog was still about three steps away from him, he suddenly rushed upwards while running, and the sickle was not swung out, but used the sickle to poke down at the eye of the dog head in the middle.

Wang Xiaohu was so treacherous, the three-headed dog was caught off guard by his teasing, and when he reacted, he couldn't control his body anymore, and was struck in the eye by Wang Xiaohu, woo, woo, woo! Three shouts, the loud sound actually produced a strange sound wave, swept like a violent wind, and flipped the nearby evil spirits into the air.

Wang Xiaohu took advantage of the gap of injuring the three-headed dog, lowered his waist and walked around him, and went towards the gate of the underworld like lightning, at this time, under his feet, there was a strange vibration, the ground suddenly collapsed, and the fire soared into the sky! Strangely, Wang Xiaohu did not fall, but floated in the air, seeing the flames in the endless abyss rolling a huge goat-headed demon towards him, which was Satan from the lowest level of hell.

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