"I... Is it dead? "I frowned, and I saw that I had no body left, and all that was left was this divine consciousness.

Looking around, it was pitch black, and there were wails from time to time, like the legendary hell.

"Do you really go to hell after you die?" I looked at my body again, and my body was all golden, and there was really only divine consciousness.

My divine consciousness is relatively strong, but once I lose the support of my body, my divine consciousness is still extremely fragile.

When I have a physical body, I can fight several Holy Ancestors by myself, but if I lose my physical body, I can be the opponent of a saint or not.

My grandfather is an example, he is a great sage, and he is at the peak of the great sage, it is difficult to find an opponent in the same rank, but without the body, he cannot defeat a great sage.

I thought that when people died, there was nothing left, but it didn't seem the same as I thought. I scratched my head, trying to remember the scene before I died.

The person who killed me was a real great sage, I didn't have the slightest strength to fight back in front of the great sage, I was easily killed by him, and pierced the dantian.

"Pierced the dantian?" I suddenly thought that I hurriedly stretched out my hand and didn't think about my dantian, but found that the dantian was intact.

I sighed and said silently: "The dantian was pierced through my body, how could I touch it with my divine sense." ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

The wails around me kept entering my ears, and the sound was extremely permeating.

I took a deep breath and tentatively opened my eyes, and the darkness in front of me was suddenly illuminated by me and imprinted into my mind.

The surroundings were like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and below it was a barren black land, and the land was covered with black sewage, which was bubbling incessantly, and from time to time withered claws stretched out.

This place is really full of thorns, and if you are not careful, you will definitely die.

"I'm already dead, I don't think I'll die again......" I thought to myself.

At this moment, several figures suddenly flashed in front of him, his body was mutilated, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he looked extremely terrifying, just like the ghosts in the movie.

On the side, a monster with the head of a bull and a human body was pinching them, and their bodies were tied with iron chains made of yin qi.

"Who!" At this moment, a figure flashed in front of my eyes and came to my side.

The surroundings lit up in the blink of an eye, as if a candle had been lit, and it seemed to be extinguished.

"Let's go!" A minotaur shouted at me behind him.

"Bull head and horse noodles." I thought to myself, and I sighed, it seemed that I was really dead, and dead, in the fabled hell.

It was only when hell lit up that I realized how horrible it really was.

It's like experiencing a disaster, there is no life here, there are oil pots, swords, mountains and fires, torture instruments, and evil ghosts.

There was a strong pungent smell of blood all around, and the cold breath and terrifying screams from the demon's mouth made people feel even more permeating.

"Since there is hell, then the Wyvern and my parents have a way to resurrect them." I thought to myself, and then I couldn't help but smile bitterly, now that even I am dead, how can I save others?

"Let's go!" At this moment, the bull behind him shouted again, and as soon as his cry fell, several chains seemed to rise from the ground, binding my hands and feet, and another one was born, and tied to my neck.

I frowned, angry in my heart, but not at all.

"Let's go!" The bull head spoke again, and with that, he took the countless chains in one hand and walked forward.

Behind me were several divine senses, some of them were monks, some of them were ordinary people.

"Boom la la ......"

The chains dragged on the ground with a screeching sound, and we walked very slowly, and I was used to shrinking the ground into inches, and now it was a little difficult to get used to it.

"Brother Bullhead, can you tell me where we're going?" I asked the bull head.

The bull head glared at me angrily at his brass bell-sized glasses, and then raised his hand, and a whip suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Smack!"

He swung his whip and slammed it on top of me.

My body suddenly felt like it was on fire, leaving a trail. 、

The pain was almost heart-wrenching, because the whip was not thrown at the flesh, but directly at the consciousness.

"Don't speak!" The bull head said angrily.

I gritted my teeth and glared at him, eager to raise my hand to kill him.

In a line of dozens of miles, we walked through countless lands with thick water and foul smell, saw countless corpses, and finally stopped in front of a stone hall.

There are a few big characters written on the stone hall: Ghost Gate.

"There really is a ghost gate." I thought to myself, if it is the same as recorded in ancient Chinese mythology, after passing through the ghost gate, there is a chance that I will die.

This stone hall has a thin path, the road is three feet wide, and it can only accommodate a few people to pass through.

But after passing through this ghost gate, no divine consciousness was left behind, and it seems that the legend of separating good and evil through the ghost gate is not true.

After walking through the ghost gate, we came to Huangquan Road.

Originally, I thought it would be a yellow corridor, but I didn't expect it to be a blood-red road.

It's a long way, and even if I open my eyes, I can't forget it.

The bull head held the iron chain and led us forward step by step.

My eyes swept around, and I looked at the consciousness around me.

Many of these consciousnesses are like me, and they don't know what is going on in their heads, and they desperately try to record this scene, trying to find a way to escape.

On the way, a god tried to break free from the chains and escape, but was thrown to death by a whip from the head of a bull, and his consciousness was destroyed.

I frowned, and it seemed that the whip in the bull's hand was a whip.

There are no years, no time, and I don't know how long we have walked, but we finally crossed Huangquan Road.

After that, it was the same as in the legend, Sansheng Stone, Wangxiangtai, Lichuan River, Nai He Bridge, only Meng Po soup was missing.

I don't know how many dangers there are, even the monks, they don't dare to disobey, so they can only obediently follow the sheep intestine path.

Soon, a few of us came to the top of the main hall, and countless divine consciousness were locked in a cage, this cage is made of unknown materials, as long as you touch it, you will have a feeling like fire.

After all the consciousness was locked up, the bull head left.

For several days, every day, a consciousness came out and never returned.

Either reincarnation or divine extinction.

Here, no one knows what fate awaits them.

My glasses swept all around, and if there was a way to escape from here, I thought I might be able to be reborn.

"I can't die." I thought to myself, "I'm going to get out of here if I get the chance." ”

If there was no me in the Hongmeng Continent, they didn't know how difficult the road would be, and those little women didn't know how sad they would be.

I sighed and sat down on the ground.

I haven't achieved it yet, how can I just die?

"Crackling."

At this time, several lightning bolts suddenly came down from above this cage, and these lightning bolts slashed down on our divine consciousness, no matter who it was, as long as the divine consciousness stayed in this cage, they were struck by the lightning.

In an instant, this cage seemed to have turned into a sea of thunder, and everyone was in it.

Suddenly, there was a wail all around, and the pain that hit my consciousness was unbearable even for me, let alone them.

"Ah......h

The voices of all the people were like the howls of evil spirits, which made people feel fearful.

I endured the pain, gritted my teeth, and said nothing.

I'd rather die than shout a word.

Many divine senses couldn't bear it, and died directly in this thunder sea.

If he dies, then his divine consciousness will be destroyed, and he will truly and completely disappear, and there will be no more such person in the Six Realms.

Lei Hai lasted for a full day, and I don't know how many divine senses died, so Lei Hai stopped.

I don't understand why many people have to suffer this because their consciousness is just an ordinary person, or even just an honest farmer?

This sea of thunder would last twelve hours a day, and it seemed to torture all the divine consciousness to death.