The ruthless iron hook exuded a penetrating cold light, and under the firelight, it shone brightly, and the iron hook was thrown from the bull head and horse face's hand, approaching Ling Fan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Fan's pupils shrank, his eyes stared at the hook, he wanted to dodge, but found that his legs were no longer able to move, so he had to raise his hand and blast towards the hook.

With a clanging sound, Ling Fan raised his hand and shook Sen Leng's iron hook open, his eyes looked forward, only to find that the cracked iron hook had bounced back again.

The iron hook couldn't be shattered, nor could it be blasted away, Ling Fan's countless bombardments, the iron hook bounced back, and it seemed that he wouldn't stop until he was locked.

Ling Fan gasped, finally, he had no strength, and the iron hook pierced through the dark space, and finally hooked his two collarbones.

"Ah!!" A painful roar roared out of Ling Fan's mouth, his eyes were red, and he stared at the bull-headed horse face on the other end of the chain, he was unwilling and unwilling.

Obviously born in the yang world, why should he be taken away by the bull head and horse face of hell, why should he be trapped in this purgatory.

The bull-headed horse had no expression on his face, and after the iron hook locked Ling Fan, they pulled it fiercely, holding Ling Fan behind him ruthlessly.

Ahead is the purgatory cage, and they want to pull Ling Fan into the cage and endure the pain of purgatory.

Ling Fan was already able to move under his feet, he resisted, but it was useless, the more he resisted, the clearer the pain on his body became, this was definitely not a dream, but a real existence.

The cage of purgatory was on the edge of the flat ground, and Ling Fan was pulled a little closer by the bull's head and horse face, and the sound of the iron chain shook his heart, making his heart flutter violently.

"I, Ling Fan, have escaped all kinds of disasters, I have survived so far, I am not dead, but I am going to purgatory, I am unwilling!" Ling Fan's eyes were bloody, he endured the pain, stood in place, and did not let the bull head and horse face pull away, and the breath all over his body began to become violent.

"My Ling Fan's fate is only in my own control, even hell can't deprive me of my right to live!" Ling Fan's surrounding momentum exploded, he was shocked, and suddenly the surging battle intent rippled around him, and the violent power condensed into a ball, and shook on the iron chain that locked him.

"Break it for me!" Ling Fan's eyes were blood-red, and the violent aura flowed around him, he shouted angrily, and all his strength gathered in one place, and he slammed towards the iron chain.

With a crisp sound of the bell, he saw that the iron chain was broken, and Ling Fan grabbed the iron hook with both hands and pulled it out.

Blood flowed on his body, but Ling Fan didn't care, the iron hook pulled out in his hand was thrown out fiercely, and it flew directly towards the bull's head and horse face.

After the bull-headed horse face was blown away by the iron hook and smashed to the ground, they stood up, two pairs of big eyes staring at Ling Fan, and a vicious aura permeated the air.

The white-clothed people around them also stopped at this moment, and they suddenly turned around and looked at Ling Fan.

The figures that were originally spiritless were all active at this moment, their faces were hideous, their expressions were terrifying, and they all converged towards Ling Fan with their stiff steps.

Hundreds of figures twisted their faces, staring at Ling Fan with a fierce look, those hands showed a dark color, like the claws of evil ghosts, wanting to tear Ling Fan to pieces.

Soon, hundreds of figures surrounded Ling Fan in the middle, and the black claws all grabbed at Ling Fan.

Ling Fan's body was shocked, his whole body was bathed in golden light, the long sword in his hand appeared, and then the sword light swept out.

With an aura of destruction, the fierce sword slashed through the dark void and slashed at the surrounding figures, and in an instant, the figures were blown away, screaming and flying into the distance.

However, these figures seemed to be immortal and immortal, and after being blown away, they got up again, and the fierce aura on their bodies became stronger, and they once again besieged Ling Fan.

Ling Fan's brows furrowed slightly, these people couldn't be killed, what kind of existence were they!

The long sword continued to slash out, and those people were blown away again, but at this moment, Ling Fan did not continue to stand in place, after the explosion of those recognitions, his figure flashed, and he immediately swept out.

There was a bridge in front of him, and Ling Fan went straight to the bridge.

"Naihe Bridge!" Ling Fan paused in front of the stone bridge, looked over, and saw a stone tablet next to the stone bridge, and three big characters were written on the stone tablet in scarlet blood, Naihe Bridge.

"Love the Sansheng Stone, the soul crosses the Naihe Bridge, this is actually the Naihe Bridge!" Ling Fan swept the stone tablet by the bridge and muttered, Naihe Bridge, after crossing the Naihe Bridge, it seems that it is not far from reincarnation.

The hideous-looking white-clothed people behind him stood up again, and chased after Ling Fan in a dense manner, Ling Fan glanced at them, and without too much hesitation, he raised his feet and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.

What was surprising was that after Ling Fan stepped on the Naihe Bridge, those people actually gave up the pursuit, as if they couldn't set foot here, and even the bull head and horse face didn't catch up again.

The men in white scattered, and became the same as before, with their heads bowed and their hair scattered, and they walked with their heavy steps without energy, and the bull-headed and horse-faced people also pulled the people they locked again, and walked towards purgatory step by step.

Looking at this scene, Ling Fan was stunned, but they didn't catch up, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned his gaze, he looked at the Naihe Bridge where he was.

Under the Nai River Bridge, there is a river of blood, the water of the river is dark red, and a strong bloody breath comes to the face.

The river of blood seemed to have a strong corrosive force, and when a piece of gravel fell next to it, smoke immediately rose from the river, and the stone was directly corroded into nothingness.

Ling Fan was shocked in his heart, his throat agitated, he swallowed his saliva, and then walked forward.

"Come, come, come, drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, forget this life and the past life. Ahead, next to the stone bridge, there was an old woman with gray hair holding a bowl of muddy soup and looking at Ling Fan who walked off the stone bridge.

Her face was kind, which made people look very warm, but Ling Fan's eyes narrowed.

"If you drink Meng Po soup, will you forget this life?" Ling Fan walked up to the old woman and asked.

"Yes, forget this life and start over in the next life. The old woman smiled kindly and brought the bowl to Ling Fan.

Ling Fan smiled and didn't pick it up, "I'm not dead in this life, how can I come to the next life, if there is no afterlife, why should I drink!"

"You have gone to hell, this life is over, drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, you can enter reincarnation, and the next life will start all over again. The old woman smiled with a kind face.

"Then what if I don't drink?" Ling Fan said, his eyes staring at the old woman with an unyielding sharpness.

The old woman didn't speak, but the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and instead it turned out to be a hideous ferocity, a rich evil aura permeated from her, and she stretched out her hand with sharp nails and grabbed Ling Fan's throat abruptly. (To be continued.) )