Looking at the other side, the man attacked in a cyan continent and directly killed another man covered in cyan dragon scales and shouted to the sky: "Long Yi finally died at my hands, Ha Lu Ha"

The more Lan Yi looked at it, the more he felt furious in his heart, and on the mirror at the back, directly in another unfamiliar area, the man frantically rushed towards a group of armoured troops, and then frantically allowed the crimson sword in his hand to kill the living beings, and for a while, countless living beings fell in the hands of the man.

After looking at the images in the four mirrors, a cold sweat broke out directly on Lan Yi's back, isn't this what he did when he killed Gao Kun, killed Long Ba and Long Yi, and everything he did in Nanban? How can it be reflected here!

And after seeing all this, a deep and loud voice came from all sides, "The sins you have committed should be sent to the seventeenth layer of hell"

Originally, after watching what had happened to him in the mirror, Lan Yi's heart had reached an extreme depression, and this sound directly made him irritable. "Who, who?" Lan Yi said, looking around.

At this time, a slender figure slowly appeared in front of Lan Yi.

The man's body was relatively slender and his hair was gray, although he was not old, but his white hair was in stark contrast to the pitch-black robe, and what surprised Lan Yi even more was that the aura in that person's body was very thin and he couldn't feel the aura of a strong man at all.

In Lan Yi's impression, all of the hell chiefs should be strong and serious, but this person is only serious, but his strength is really not flattering.

Although the other party did not introduce himself, Lan Yi already felt that the other party must be the guardian of this layer.

"For the sins you have committed, even if you reincarnate in the seventeenth layer of hell, it is not too much," the man shouted.

And after Lan Yi heard it, the anger in his heart burned directly, and he waved his hand directly at the four mirrors around him, and several violent hits were on the surrounding mirrors, just as Lan Yi was waiting for the broken sound, the four spiritual qi that suddenly hit the mirror were suddenly refracted back.

This surprised Lan Yi, not only did the things he expected not happen, but the aura that he attacked was refracted back, which made Lan Yi puzzled, but time waited for no one, Lan Yi directly dodged a few times, and the aura that was bounced back was directly dodged by Lan Yi.

And when the man saw that Lan Yi dared to be rude, he shouted directly: "How dare you be so presumptuous to the people of hell and directly deprive you of the power of reincarnation."

After saying that, the four mirrors swung directly, aiming at Lan Yi, and four black rays of light shot out directly, constantly shrouding Lan Yi's body.

After being shrouded in black light, Lan Yi felt that he had lost control all over his body, and his mind became blurred, but the words of the man in front of him made him completely unconscious.

"Hu Lanyi, no matter how majestic you are in the yang world, remember, this is hell and this is the place where everything is judged by you, welcome to the hell of the evil mirror, no matter what kind of sins you committed in your life, they will be shown here one by one, even if you are no exception, now you can remember it yourself"

The words fell, Lan Yi's eyes had slowly closed, and he continued to flash the scenes of his own battles in his mind, after the death of countless undead in the battle, the souls that were usually invisible to the naked eye could be seen clearly here, especially among the countless armies that were killed by themselves, countless souls left the body for their own reasons, and most of the souls that floated out of the body had just left the body, but they were grabbed by countless little ghost heads, and pulled into the ground, those souls were constantly struggling, but the strength of the little ghost heads was not comparable to ordinary people, so innocent souls are pulled into the ground like this, and of course pulled to the ground, it is equivalent to being pulled to hell.

Looking at the painful expressions of those souls, Lan Yi's face began to show uneasy emotions first, and one after another souls flew up, implying that Lan Yi had another life in his hand, Lan Yi's heart was fragile, and the continuous emergence of these scenes made the guilt in his body even heavier.

"Hu Lanyi, have you seen it, innocent souls are resentful spirits who have become hell because of you, you see the good things you have done" The familiar voice kept lingering in Lan Yi's ears.

And this voice became extremely harsh at this time, this voice was like a silver needle, constantly impacting Lan Yi's body and mind, but at this time he suffered from this unbearable pain.

Lan Yi kept holding his head with both hands, but the silver needle in his head was desperately piercing, this pain was uncontrollable for a while, and at this time, Lan Yi had fallen to the ground uncontrollably and kept rolling, and his hands were constantly struggling on the ground, fighting wildly, his body had been uncontrollable at first, but every time he wanted to destroy himself, his hands were free.

Looking at Lan Yi who kept rolling on the ground, the corners of the man's mouth on the ground rose slightly, and then said: "Pick up the mental torture, the hell of the evil mirror is a threshold that you can never pass."

Although this voice is loud and loud, but now Lan Yi can't listen to it at all, the pain in his body makes him can't help but shout out loudly, but at the same time as he is in pain, an afterimage enters his mind for a hundred years, this figure Lan Yi has never seen before, but what appears in Lan Yi's mind can often arouse Lan Yi's curiosity, for the purpose of curiosity, Lan Yi carefully condensed his spiritual power, and then saw the other party's appearance clearly.

What appeared was a middle-aged man wearing a red long-distance run, and the man exuded an aura that Lan Yi had never felt before, this aura was very noble, and under the noble appearance, there was an unexpected toughness, and that kind of strong aura continued to emanate, making Lan Yi feel that even a strong man in the late stage of the Martial Saint was so vulnerable in front of this person.

Underneath the man's crimson robe was a delicate face, although this person was middle-aged, the bottomless energy fluctuations in this person's body made Lan Yi think that this person's identity was by no means simple.

And the man kept looking at Lan Yi's divine sense, and after a while he spoke, "Presumably you are the one who is preparing to resurrect me."

As the man spoke, his figure seemed to disappear at any moment.

Lan Yi looked at the other party's appearance and then asked with some confusion, "I don't know who you are?"

"I am the Qilin Sage you are going to prepare for resurrection," the other party said.