Heavenly Realm, Bright Mountain, in front of the gate of the temple.

The battle between Yue Yang and Chang Hate continued, and Yue Yang had knocked Long Hate to the ground for the one hundred and eighth time, but Long Hate still jumped up like a dragon and a tiger without the slightest sign of heavy damage.

He was wolf and miserable.

Under the blows of the Destiny Moon and the Illusory Moon Divine Power, he, a god-level powerhouse who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was abused like a dog by Yue Yang.

However, Chang Hate is also a god-level powerhouse, his divine power is immeasurable, any wound in his body can be quickly improved, and his combat effectiveness has not been greatly affected, and at the same time, he found that Yue Yang, this kid, will not use this inexplicable Phantom Moon Divine Power at all, although it is effective, but the power exerted is less than half...... If the true master of the Illusory Moon Divine Power were to come, the outcome would probably be different.

"You, you, have you fought enough?" Chang Hate has lived for tens of thousands of years, but he has never been so angry today in his life, and of course, he has never been so wolf today.

"It's just a little bit, let me explode your chrysanthemum a few more times!" Yue Yang seemed to be very interested in exploding other people's chrysanthemums.

As soon as his words fell, he slid out like a fish in the gap between the conical spears.

Dodge the long-hated purple gold halberd.

The body slid across the ground.

It's like a little rascal has fought like that, and a flying kick into the sky, right in the middle of the crotch of the long hate.

If there was no eternal stagnation of the Destiny Moon, in normal times, Chang Hate would have a hundred ways to dodge, and even take the opportunity to fight back at Yue Yang's 1,000 feet and 10,000 halberds. But now, he's like a zombie all over his body. I can't do anything, I can only watch as the other party's big feet make intimate contact with my lower body. Although there was no sound of broken balls, in the heart of long-term hatred, it was enough to be ashamed and embarrassed.

"The old man is not finished with you today!" Chang hated and trembled.

"Where's your eggs?" and the curious baby still chased after the most intimate questions.

"Die!" roared with hatred.

"Without eggs, how did your nineteenth generation great-grandson come about?" Yue Yang was surprised, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly understood. The palm of his hand slapped the back of his head: "Oops." I've long wondered why that idiot doesn't look like you at all, because he was the egg of another rooster!"

The long-term hatred was about to split, and the divine power on his body exploded in full force.

A cone-hearted spear that covers the sky.

All gone.

In an instant, it turned into a terrifying Senluo Hell. Countless spikes. All over the world. The entire hellish world obscures the entire Bright Mountain, within it. Only Yue Yang and Chang Hate exist in the two of them.

In the sky, it rained crimson blood, and the biting cold wind blew all over the entire needle hell.

Yue Yang calmed down, looked around, and found that there was no sun or moon in the hell of the needle, only blood and needles were stored.

Chang Hate is like a madman at the moment, frantically rushing towards the sky, in the sky, he is greeted by hundreds of billions of sharp and flexible stinging needles, I don't know how many, anyway, the dense phobia will spit out so many at a glance, all piercing into Long Hate's body. That disgusting scene made Yue Yang's heart twitch.

A howl that was hundreds of billions of times more painful than the execution of Ling Chi erupted in the mouth of the long hatred.

He was covered in spikes, and he was screaming in his throat.

I don't know if it was because of his voice, or because of other reasons, the blood rain in the sky fell more intensively and more rapidly, and the ground full of spikes began to accumulate a pool of blood, and it rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, diffusing and spreading, while pressing towards the soles of Yue Yang's dangling feet......

"If you get a hell, can you veto the Moon of Destiny?" Yue Yang was about to burst out of the Phantom Moon Divine Power again, but before he could destroy it, his face suddenly changed.

Suddenly, he felt a feeling.

This terrifying and disgusting needle hell is not the illusion of long-term hatred, but the real existence.

The Bright Mountain is a prison of gods, so it cannot be without a little punishment or punishment for disobedient criminals. Stinger hell should be one of them. It's just that with the passage of time, the collusion between the guards and the prisoners, these stabbing hells, gradually turned into tools and means for them to establish their divine might. Just like the long hatred in front of him, it is impossible for him to get rid of the stabbing needle hell, but he can pull the enemy into it together, and after suffering from the stinging needle, he will destroy the law, so that Yue Yang, who is also in it, will also suffer the punishment of the law.

If Yue Yang makes a move, then it must be regarded as a confrontation.

Maybe in the next second, it will be exchanged for a thousand times the punishment and sanctions.

"Found out?hahahaha, alas, you've found out too late!If the first drop of blood rains down on you, if the first needle pierces my body, you might have been able to escape with the power of the moon of fate! But now, whatever you do, it's too late! You must bear this spike with me, and you will suffer a hundred, a thousand times more than mine......" Struggled out of the spike, a long hatred covered in needle eyes laughed madly.

"You old ghost is so vicious!" Yue Yang finally understood, why Chang Hate didn't attack him, but instead pounced on Needle Mountain like a madman, it turned out that he wanted to make himself suffer more.

"Cry, shout, and then wail forever in this needle hell!" "Chang Hate has never hated a person so much, he decided in his heart that every time this Yue Titan endured a hundred times and a thousand times his own pain, he would once again hit the needle mountain, so that he would be imprisoned in this needle hell forever, forever in pain, and never able to get out.

This would have been his cell.

But now, he needed another cellmate.

Although the Yue Titan from the countryside of the Tower of Babel made him extremely unhappy, Chang Hate didn't mind what kind of person his cellmate was at all. The more hated the enemy, the more we need to share this punishment and pain, and in this world, is there more beautiful music than the wailing of the enemy?

Yue Yang cautiously stretched out his hand and gently touched the tip of one of the needles with his index finger.

Barely touched, the hand retracted like lightning.

Rao is so.

He also bared his teeth in pain and hissed.

"Nima. Who came up with the needle hell, this needle is too painful to pierce people's bodies!" Yue Yang was so painful that he couldn't even get his eyes out, he held his fingers in his mouth, and he couldn't slow down after sucking for a long time.

"Enjoy, you have plenty of time to enjoy this qiē. Originally, this qiē belonged to me alone, but now, you will also be the master of this place, and you can enjoy my qiē a thousand times over...... Don't think that's all there is to it, no. This is just the beginning. Your pain is far from coming!" Chang Hate was like a madman, constantly sticking needles into his body, screaming pervertedly. His distorted face and body covered with needle eyes. An unspeakable horror emerged.

Long hatred is not only a needle in the body. He also poured blood on his body.

The rain of blood, the water of blood, every drop burned on his body. The body of the god of long-hatred burned like a mortal body in flames, and a terrible wail resounded throughout the Needle Hell.

For Yue Yang's dumbfounded gaze, his eyes were full of revenge pleasure and hatred: "Don't worry, you will soon enjoy the qiē I have, and it will definitely be a hundred times more than a thousand times, don't envy me too much, you have a share in this qiē." If you don't think it's enough, I can add it for you at any time, hahahahaha!"

Yue Yang was so frightened by this madman that he almost didn't pee.

However, he is not a stupid fool with a dead brain, can't this young master hide if he can't beat him? What kind of prison and what kind of stabbing needle hell, it's my bird business! Lao Tzu is not a criminal!

Since you can't kill and hate this old ghost, why do you still stay in this sore place?

Even if the needles here don't prick people, it looks terrifying, and the legendary dense phobia is there!

Yue Yang was about to teleport and leave this space. The other side had been staring at him for a long time, but suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, laugh at me, do you think you can leave this stabbing hell? What a clever Babel genius, what a fantasy-loving idiot! If the place of divine imprisonment can be easily escaped, then why should I be trapped here for tens of thousands of years to suffer?" You are not the first to enter this hell, nor are you the first idiot to want to leave, but I will tell you that under this pool of blood, sixty-seven geniuses like you have been buried?

No war beast, talent, law, or even godhead could disobey the imprisoned will of the ancient gods here.

Unless you can surpass the ancient gods.

Otherwise.

This will be an eternal prison.

Looking at Yue Yang's changed face, looking at his expression of disbelief, Chang Hate felt extremely comfortable, and a kind of pleasure was like poison in his body, and he couldn't help it, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

When he laughed the most excitedly, he plunged headlong into the mountain of needles, letting those dense needles pierce through his skull, deep into the bone marrow, and even deep in the brain.

He believed that any pain he endured would be inflicted on the young man in front of him a thousand times, not immediately, but in the not-so-distant future. Whether it is sooner or later, this kid will have to bear it in the end, and it is more than a hundred times his own, and when the time comes, look at his wailing and endless crying in the needle mountain, presumably, it will be more happy and comfortable!

Hahaha!

When I think about it in my heart, I feel boundless pleasure.

It seems that the pain of the acupuncture divine punishment on the body has also been extremely light.

After a hearty and satisfying laughter, finally, Chang Hate set his eyes on the new companion and new cellmate who was about to tragedy, and in the next moment, he could appreciate how painful and tragic the other party was!

How will this boy react? Will it be a cry, a curse, or a futile suicide?

The big drama is about to begin.

As the only viewer, Chang Hate feels that his excitement has reached the critical point of the limit, as long as he increases it a little more, I believe that there will be a volcanic eruption!

However, just when he thought he could be refreshed, an accident made him like an otaku who took off his pants and was about to masturbate, but he opened it suddenly and found that it was Sister Feng...... In this stabbing hell where it is impossible to leave, this damn Yue Titan has disappeared to hell!

Chang Hate felt his brain 'boom', and he felt like he was going crazy immediately!

This, this can't be!

From today, Xia Fei will work hard to code words, thank you for your support!

Finally, I wish you all a Happy New Year!

(To be continued......) T