Liancheng took Mr. Gou and jumped towards the weird red door!

Whoop!!

He endured the high voice of the Ha-style dog, and rushed over as an arrow off the string. With-Dream- . The closer lā became, the more unbearable the cold brought by the red door became, the time around seemed to slow down more and more, the things in motion tended to stand still, and the mind slowed down under the biting cold.

His fingertips seemed to be pricked with needles, and the stinging pain of extreme cold was unbearable for Liancheng, and with a loud shout, he finally touched the edge of the red door.

The red door suddenly opened inward, revealing a gray-red waterfall tumbling behind the door.

The waterfall was full of bones and hideous heads, and countless humanoid shadows tried to break free from the gray-red viscous liquid, and let out a bitter and tearing cry in despair, as if overlooking a majestic river made entirely of flesh and corpses.

It's absolute hell!

There was no way to borrow strength in the air, so he had no way to retreat! He could only rush over with a hard head! The sword-like aura automatically propped up a fierce protective layer around him, but all the ghosts that touched Liancheng's body were shattered in an instant.

Mr. Gou was completely dumbfounded, he had never seen such a terrifying scene until he was 27 years old.

The most feared dream is not as good as the real ghost gate in front of you.

plunged into the gray-red waterfall, and there was a slight sound like glass breaking in his ears, and Liancheng only felt that his body was light, as if he had stepped on a certain boundary. He struggled to keep his eyes open to see what the so-called netherworld looked like, and to his great surprise, there was no other world behind the door!

Below is the stage for the symphony concert!

Liancheng was still floating in the air, wondering if he had failed to cross the line?

Squeak squeak!

In his field of vision, a rat the size of a tiger appeared in the place where Liancheng was about to fall, and Liancheng was so frightened that he almost threw out the lightsaber in his hand, only to find that everything around him had become incomparably huge, steel pipes as thick as high-speed rail, consoles like skyscrapers, and stage heights as deep as a bottomless pit......

No, it's not that things get bigger, it's that he gets smaller!

Liancheng put his arm around Mr. Gou with one hand, and used donkey-style tactics to roll to remove the impact of the fall. He stared nervously at the mouse with his lightsaber, but the mouse didn't seem to notice him, and squeaked past him no more than a few centimeters.

He looked around, and everything was covered in a gray hue, as if he were looking through glass.

And those hideous ghosts have completely changed their appearance in the netherworld, there are spiders, there are sparrows, there are hairtail fish flying in the sky, and Chinese cabbage that rolls fast! There are also huge tadpoles, but why are they white?!

The netherworld is not another world, but a superimposed space between the real world and the underworld, and he is in the corner of the world where fantasy and reality are intertwined.

Liancheng suddenly understood that the appearance of the powerful ghosts he saw in the netherworld was probably their past life and future life. But it's different, at least, he hasn't seen a discharging saury or a six-winged sparrow in reality!

Shout!

The ghost spider spotted Liancheng's figure and spewed spider silk at him from a distance.

The spinneret is obviously Australian! Is this still a foreign dead ghost?

Liancheng casually smashed the spider silk, threw the lightsaber fiercely, stabbed the ghost spider in the abdomen, and turned into a puff of black smoke in the struggle and roar, drifting in the direction of Xiaohua below, and then disappeared into Xiaohua's body.

Yumian said that the ghost tribulation is the fight between the ghost king and the ghost, you eat me, I eat you, and the cruel competition is fierce.

Liancheng is well aware of this cold truth, these powerful ghosts who are lured by the aura of the ghost king may not have any humanity at all, and they will not feel guilty when they are killed.

Then kill more!

At first, he thought it was a monster-killing RPG, but when he saw the charged saury rushing over, he immediately understood that this was TM's horror escape game!

With a snort, Liancheng thought it was his cheap son who gave him a loving hug.

His hair exploded, and his whole body was numb. Only then did he know what a strange taste it was for the jade face to be electrotherapy by the big black cloud.

Lian Cheng flicked his sword, and Dai Yuli rushed over without paying attention to it! The tentacles on the fish's face waved rapidly, and the empty eyes suddenly opened, revealing two large mouths with dense layers of fangs! Poof, from these two mouths and eyes, several barbed tongues spit out!

Your uncle!

Whether it was sensory or psychological, Liancheng was greatly shocked, he had never seen such a deformed thing!

Liancheng immediately made a decision, holding this unlucky husky and immediately jumped down.

As he jumped, his mind suddenly began to quickly recall - does it matter if the time of free fall and the weight of the body are heavy?

Mr. Gou was almost scared by the fish and fainted, it had not yet eased up, and it had to experience the stimulation of super bungee jumping, and suddenly the feces and urine flowed, because of the wonderful reason of the high resistance of liquid fluid and air, Liancheng fell down, these things crackled and slapped straight to Liancheng's body, and he had to hide his head quickly, or he had to be forced to face it!

Ahhh

This time it was Liancheng himself shouting, and Mr. Gou was already hoarse and couldn't make a sound.

In free fall, Liancheng subconsciously glanced at the ghosts in the audience, which was the most regrettable and unforgettable thing he did in the first half of his life. "Ah, my eyes, what do I see!"

The weird and deformed stuff almost made Liancheng vomit out the overnight meal.

Mr. Gou also covered the dog's eyes with one paw, and he was also afraid that the dog's eyes would be blinded!

Fortunately, Liancheng remembered Yumian's advice, and he took out the compass from his arms, and recited "ghost core", "ghost core", "ghost core" in his heart! Si Nan's spoon rotated obediently, and then pointed firmly to the audience.

Don't?!

The visual field over there faced the stimulation of the brain, and Liancheng really couldn't bear it. He slowed his descent a little bit in mid-air with the help of a storm technique, and then landed inaccurately on a cello.

Airplanes!

The vibration of the piano case startled Liancheng's scalp, and at this time, another ghost in the shape of a severed hand pounced, and Liancheng jumped with Gou Zong to another violinist with classical European long hair.

He glanced at the name tag on the man's chest, Daniel.

Liancheng didn't dare to fall to the ground, and the floor completely turned into a sea of blood. I felt the breath from afar, and the person who was playing was in the yang world and had nothing to do, but I guess I had to explain myself in the netherworld here.

The suit on the violinist's shoulder was stained with blood, slippery and greasy, Liancheng accidentally didn't stand firm, and slid down the string of the bow with Mr. Gou.

Liancheng is slippery with his feet, while Gou always slips with chrysanthemums.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Mr. Gou screamed even more miserable.

While slipping, Liancheng was thinking, how can this dog poop so much?!

Liancheng and Gou fell on the edge of the chair, he struggled to split open a ball of hair ghosts, hurriedly closed his eyes, and only relied on the absolute true vision of copper coins to perceive the location of the ghost core.

It looks like it's right in the middle of the auditorium!

But maybe there was some terrible guy over there, he didn't want to rush to explore the way, and at this moment, Liancheng had an idea, as if there was a summoning spell?

He shook the husky in his hand upside down, and the blood in Mr. Gou's chrysanthemum suddenly spurted out.

He shouted loudly: "The Seventh Ghost God: Evil God's Horror Raxiu!"