Knife Mountain Hell, endless.

Deep, black mountains stand tall and covered with snow-white blades, as far as the eye can see.

And where Chen Xing is now is an inconspicuous little corner in the hell of this knife mountain.

It took him a full three days to slowly approach the sinner who was climbing on the cliff without a trace.

This is a female sinner.

Like all the sinners who have been banished here, she has no strands on her body, and she is not visible. His eyes were dull, his expression was rigid, and he climbed step by step, silently and slowly.

The sharp blade penetrated her palms, soles of her feet, thighs, and lower abdomen, and the pain made her body tremble subconsciously.

But that's about it.

The number on her eyebrows is "37", which means that she has been climbing in this sword mountain hell for 23,652 billion years.

Such a long time was enough to wipe out all her sanity, and the pain again and again was enough to wash away all the information in her "spirit".

So what is now in front of Chen Xing's eyes is just a blank mass, retaining the image of a woman, and only retaining the "spirit" that cannot be climbed.

Chen Xing sighed, turned his head and saw that no one noticed this, so he suddenly moved.

His waist on the knife mountain stood up in an instant, and he let the blade sink deep into the soles of his feet, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and directly grabbed the female criminal.

Even if the female sinner was caught by external forces, her limbs were still subconsciously climbing.

However, Chen Xing had already punched her in the chest several times in a row, and each punch shook out a large number of escaping points of light from her seven orifices, and clouds scattered all around.

Chen Xing took deep breaths again and again, and inhaled all these points of light into his body through the action of inhaling, and he felt that his body was more full, and his fists and feet were more powerful.

So another punch blasted out, without any discipline, just brutally bombarded the body of this evil ghost, and after one hundred and eighty-nine punches, this criminal ghost finally let out a cry of imminent death, and then exploded into a large mass of scattered light.

Chen Xing rushed directly into this ball of light, trying to absorb as much "spirit" as possible into his body.

With each minute he absorbed, his spirit became clearer and his body stronger.

In the end, most of the "spirit" that this criminal ghost exploded was integrated into Chen Xing's body, and the remaining small part wandered on the small slope of this knife mountain for a while, and also scattered in the heaven and earth, disappearing invisible.

One of the nearest patrol imps seemed to sense something and flew towards it.

However, everything is calm. With its ability, it was not enough to detect the abnormal change in the concentration of "spirit" force in this space. In its eyes, only Chen Xing was crawling slowly and sluggishly dozens of meters away from the scene of the crime.

The little ghost stared at Chen Xing for a long time, shook his head and left. And just after he walked away, Chen Xing, whose eyes were dull and his movements were rigid, flashed a fine light in his eyes and began to look for his next target.

......

......

There are so many goals!

Eighteen layers of hell, each of which is a world.

The sword mountains here are endless, and the sinners here are as many as the stars in the sky.

Some of the sinners, in the process of serving their sentences, are either directly drawn away by the imps because of the passive serving of their sentences, which are usually new sinners who have just come to hell, or they have been worn out of their minds and consciousness for a long time, and have become numb machines like the female sinner.

There are countless such self-deprived sins in this hell.

Chen Xing is like a piece of virus code in a computer program, like a diseased cancer cell, like a ghost in this "orderly" knife mountain hell, spreading around to commit crimes, kill criminals, and devour their wandering "spirit".

In the beginning, it took an average of ten days for Chen Xing to find a suitable opportunity. But as he devoured more and more "spirits", his body became stronger and stronger, and this time gradually shortened.

This can also be reflected in the number of attacks Chen Xing made when he killed the sinner.

At first, he killed a sinner, and it took nearly two hundred punches in a row to knock him to pieces.

But as time went by, his fists and kicks became more and more powerful, and it only took a few dozen punches to kill a sinner, and then quickly absorbed the escaping "spirit" power, and then slipped away.

In this way, I don't know how long it has been, how many sinners have been killed, and how much "spirit" power has been absorbed, Chen Xing estimated that his current strength was almost equivalent to the level before his talent awakened.

And in the cycle of "searching-killing ghosts-absorbing courage" for a day, Chen Xing had just exploded his fist to kill a criminal ghost, and was about to absorb the overflowing courage, when behind a mountain col not far away, an inspecting little ghost suddenly turned out, and after seeing Chen Xing's actions, his face immediately turned blue: "You dare to kill a criminal ghost without permission! It's an unforgivable crime! Before you can be caught, follow me to the palace of Hades to confess!"

Chen Xing was slightly stunned when he saw this sudden inspection ghost. But he didn't panic, first took a deep breath and inhaled the overflowing "spirit" into his body, and then faced the patrol ghost who was already full of anger.

"I thought it would be a little later, but since I've already been bumped into, then I'm ...... Let's do it quickly!"

When it came to the words "quick battle", Chen Xing actually took the initiative to attack, stepped on the blade with both feet, and ran towards the patrol ghost.

The little ghost bared his teeth, raised the whip in his hand, and pulled it down fiercely at Chen Xing. But Chen Xing grinned, he didn't dodge, but raised his arm, let the long whip wrap around his forearm, and the thorns pierced deep into the skin, and then dragged it with his backhand, and actually dragged the little ghost directly from the sky!

The little ghost lost his balance and fell into the middle of the knife, letting out a terrifying howl, but Chen Xing had already pounced, allowing the blade to pierce his body along the way, the muscles all over his body were trembling, but his eyes were firm and persistent, and he suddenly pounced on the body of the little ghost who was patrolling, and then the two of them rolled on this steep knife mountain.

The blade continued to thrust into the bodies of the two of them, adding countless scars, and after leaving, they healed again. Only the pain remains.

The little ghost wailed again and again, and although Chen Xing was also in pain, he didn't say a word, choked the little ghost's throat in silence, and punched it in the chest in the middle of rolling.

And at this time, the special clothes made by the ghost pawn on the inspection little ghost rippled, and a violent anti-shock force came from it, which actually made Chen Xing's arm numb.

This patrol ghost's clothes, I don't know if it's just to distinguish identity and decoration, it turns out that it has some kind of ability to defend and counterattack!