After killing the Ghost King, Lin Yifan continued his soul hunting activities.

Lin Yifan's next goal is to kill a Rakshasa King, but that requires cultivation to the Rizhao realm and visualizing the Yaksha King before it can be realized.

Therefore, Lin Yifan worked hard to cultivate, hunt souls hard, and work hard to achieve new goals.

Of course, soul hunting isn't always successful. Some people failed to sneak attack, ghosts came to help, Lin Yifan was caught, and all kinds of torture and torture.

There are even some traps carefully set by nature, as long as you fall into the trap, you don't need a ghost to do it, and you will fall into a long torment of life and death.

The days passed, and Lin Yifan didn't remember how many times he had died or how many times he had been reborn.

These days seem like trillions of years, and it seems that there is no end to them. Like the long river of time, I don't know where it started and where it ends.

Suddenly, one day, the endless suffering came to an end unconsciously.

"Hell Trial is over, you've passed the level!"

Lin Yifan was led to a blessed place by a black dragon from hell who spoke and fell from the sky, where a group of beautiful girls were dancing, with no hands and wrists, dancing gracefully, next to a long coffee table lined up, sitting many trialists who had passed the test, eating and drinking with a relaxed expression, many of them were handsome men and women who had achieved cultivation.

The long coffee table was piled up with all kinds of exotic fruits, many of which were good for soul cultivation. There was also a row of large wine vats next to it that exuded a rich aroma of wine, and the fragrance wafting from it was like a soul heart fruit, which actually made the soul feel trembling and hungry.

There is also a row of antique ivory beds, with a pink tent tied to it, and there are faintly undulating figures in the tent, and a few ecstatic moans escape from time to time, making the air filled with the sound of glamour.

This is simply a wine pond meat forest that can make cultivators intoxicated and never want to wake up again.

"This is the reward of the underworld? I'm going to clear the level? Something is wrong, my soul shouldn't have broken through to the middle grade of the human rank, or should it stay at the lower grade of the human rank! And the scene here is very weird, and the magic is very heavy!"

Lin Yifan faintly felt that something was wrong.

For this kind of free lunch, earthlings tend to be instinctively wary and will not rush to enjoy it, and Lin Yifan is the same. So he doesn't eat or drink, he avoids those beautiful women, and he doesn't climb into the ivory bed.

Lin Yifan inexplicably felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, he quickly thought about it, and finally found the source of his uneasiness - he had seen a similar picture in Le Zhenren's Hell Illusion memory, although it was not this kind of wine pool meat forest, but the routine of announcing the clearance of hell and giving endless enjoyment was the same. And this is just a scene visualized by other practitioners, and it is used to trick people!

"It's not good! someone visualizes this illusion and wants me to indulge in it!" Lin Yifan immediately retreated quickly, and at the same time looked inside the soul sea, and sure enough, there was a pink mist in the soul sea, and it was not clear at all, obviously someone did something to do it.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color! Red powder is skeletons, skeletons are red pink!" Lin Yifan's soul sea suddenly sounded like a voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu, thinking about it in the sky like thunder.

The handsome men and women in the wine pool and meat forest raised their heads in unison, and the color of their faces turned iron-blue.

The vat began to shatter and the wine overflowed.

The ivory bed cracked, and a wonderful body fell from the bed to the ground, and in an instant the flesh fell off and turned into a white skeleton.

"Poof!"

The illusion in front of Lin Yifan's eyes dissipated, the fog was blown away by the wind, everything returned to normal, and a pale young man with three heads and six arms stood in front of him, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The illusion is broken, and the blow to the caster is fatal.

The young man trembled and raised his right hand, pointed at Lin Yifan, and said angrily, "Who are you? How can you say such a thing because you know so much about the loopholes in my illusion?"

"I'm from the earth!" Lin Yifan looked at the young man with some sympathy.

For Chinese people, the words "color is emptiness" are very simple, familiar, and very common in movies and novels, but for the practitioners who cast illusions, this sentence goes straight to the core of illusions, and directly attacks the foundation of the existence of this small illusion, that is, the desire of the tongue, the desire of men and women, etc., are all dreamy empty flowers.

Therefore, once Lin Yifan said that sentence, he could directly break this little illusion.

As Lin Yifan spoke, he took four thoughts, turned into Shura and Yasha, and attacked the young man's soul sea.

The boy's spell was broken, and his thoughts were seriously damaged, and his thoughts couldn't get out of his body for the time being, and he also lost his ability to attack.

However, the boy still has a little defensive ability in his soul sea, and in the season of life and death, the boy struggled to conjure up a few yakshas, trying to resist stubbornly, and at the same time trying to beg for mercy: "Brother, wait, this is a misunderstanding, I just want to try your skills! We are all trialists......"

"Don't talk nonsense! Die!" Lin Yifan interrupted the young man's begging for mercy, launched an offensive without hesitation, and even pulled out a few thoughts again, turned them into aircraft cannons, and attacked violently.

After a while, the young man's soul sea collapsed, turned into a soul source, and was eaten by Lin Yifan.

"Damn!" Lin Yifan didn't have a happy expression, and sighed, unspeakably lonely.

He was heartbroken and disappointed.

After you have gone through a lot of hardships, telling you that you have cleared the customs, giving you hope and ecstasy, and then turning hope into despair, this routine is very powerful, far more than the pain in the body, it makes Lin Yifan feel the pain from the depths of his heart.

The days without hope are the most bitter.

Moreover, in the hellish illusion, it was not easy to meet a trialist, and as a result, he attacked himself indiscriminately, which also made Lin Yifan very depressed.

It's so lonely in hell, and it seems that he will always be cultivating alone, walking alone, and suffering alone.

Lin Yifan often talks to himself, humming and whistling, just like in the wasteland in the small fantasy world, so that he does not gradually lose the ability to speak because he can't talk. But even so, he still can't get rid of the loneliness that goes deep into his bones.

Hell is too big, it's hard to meet other trialists, and even if they do, they'll soon be separated. I don't know why, once the ghosts see the cultivators gathered, they will chase them frantically until they are driven apart and run away.

In addition, there are often fights between the trialists.

Some of the practitioners were friendly, exchanged ideas with each other, and walked together for a while until they were forced to separate.

But some practitioners were demonic and wanted to kill Lin Yifan and plunder his soul origin.

In particular, some people seem to be able to perceive that Lin Yifan's soul sea has not yet absorbed the soul heart fruit, and they are doing everything possible to sneak attack and plot, one second they also hooked their shoulders and backs, calling them brothers, and the next second they suddenly cast illusions, wanting to kill Lin Yifan with the power of thunder.

For example, the boy who was able to conjure up the wine pond meat forest just now was also a genius to arrange this illusion. It's a pity that his genius was used in the wrong place, and he suddenly attacked Lin Yifan from behind, wanting to kill him and plunder his soul origin.

When encountering this kind of demonic trialist, Lin Yifan has always fought if he can beat it, and he will run away if he can't beat it. Fortunately, his cultivation results continued to improve, and there was a soul heart fruit that slowly released medicinal power and continued to provide protection, plus the kind of cultivators Lin Yifan encountered often had limited skills, and most of them were in the fugue realm like Lin Yifan.

There were even many times when Lin Yifan successfully counterattacked and killed these trialists who attacked him.

This also has a lot to do with Lin Yifan pretending to be stupid, most of the trialists regard him as a person whose soul is about to collapse, and few people would have thought that someone would deliberately pretend to be stupid, and there would be such a sharp counterattack.

Including the airplane, cannon and car when Lin Yifan killed the ghost king, it is not the first time that it has been used, and it has already done many miraculous feats.

To be able to do this, as an ordinary person who has never cultivated before, an earthling whose soul has not yet been graded, is enough to be proud!

However, as an earthling in peacetime, Lin Yifan really didn't like this feeling of killing, even though these cultivators were essentially just some revenants.

Of course, Lin Yifan is not a nerd, he is not uncomfortable, when he encounters a trialist who takes the initiative to attack him, Lin Yifan still fights back decisively, and once he kills them, he also unceremoniously collects their soul origin and memory fragments as trophies.

After all, hell is originally a place where people eat people, there is no good and evil, right and wrong, only life and death.

What kind of mountain to sing and sing, in such a treacherous place, a woman's kindness is only a dead end!