Liu Zhiyuan walked slowly, wary of everything around him, but unconsciously, an open door appeared in front of him, posing as a gesture to welcome guests, as if this door was opened for Liu Zhiyuan.

Liu Zhiyuan walked in without thinking too much, and the top of the center of the gate was engraved with three big characters that were clearly visible - Ghost Yama.

The smell of blood came to my nose. I saw a pool of blood, a needleboard blanket, a red-hot iron vessel, and a broken soul...... Each of them can make people feel terrible, and the bloody bodies on each torture instrument are tormented by torture, and the whole space is constantly wailing. This is the Nine Hells?

Faced with such a scene, Liu Zhiyuan was crazy, and he laughed, "I was victimized, and I came to the Nine Hells, it's funny, it's really funny." ”

"Are you crying out for grievances?" Suddenly, a cold, sharp, slow-sounding voice sounded, but there was no trace of it, "This is a hell of wrongedness, not a court of justice." ”

Suddenly, Liu Zhiyuan only felt that his body was uncontrollable, and with a sharp flick from the shadows, Liu Zhiyuan floated up and was thrown into the pool of blood.

In the blood pool, when he saw Liu Zhiyuan, he was like a hungry wild ghost, seeing the food that had not been eaten for a long time, he came straight to Liu Zhiyuan, and in an instant, he was submerged in the blood pool, Liu Zhiyuan only felt that the blood in his body was ruthlessly sucked away by something, his vision began to blur, and his body gradually lost consciousness......

At this moment, I thought that my life was over, but a warm flow came, and the whole body was very comfortable. And the pain is still so painful, I only vaguely feel that the bottom of the pool emits an inexplicable red point of light, and at this time, the surrounding evil ghosts are frightened, and they squeak one after another, and they can't understand what they are saying.

The water in the pool began to boil, and the evil ghosts were even more restless, and suddenly a blood-red cold sword broke through the water, and the whole space was extremely cold, and the evil ghosts let out a frightened wail.

The next moment, the sword body rushed down, the pond water turned over the river and the sea, the evil ghosts fled in a hurry, the sword body emitted a dazzling red light, just a moment, all the evil ghosts seemed to be attracted by the sword body, instantly turned into sand grains, and were absorbed by the sword body. The sword body was like a well-fed baby, the light flickered incessantly, shaking the body, and it was very excited.

Liu Zhiyuan watched all this happen in surprise, and strangely, he was safe and sound.

Suddenly, the sword body moved, floating in front of Liu Zhiyuan's chest, stretching out his hand, at that moment, although the pain was still there, the body seemed to be injected with a powerful force. Liu Zhiyuan's distorted face showed an evil smile.

I saw that there were three ancient seal fonts engraved on the sword - the Netherworld Sword. Liu Zhiyuan laughed, was very crazy, and came out of the lake. What he didn't expect when he disappeared into the "Hell" was that the Netherworld Sword and even the strong Yin Qi were assembled, and once it was unsheathed, it would be sacrificed with blood. So far, there have been countless souls under the Nether Sword, dozens, hundreds, and even slaughtering villages, which is commonplace in Liu Zhiyuan's opinion. Few opponents.

And Liu Zhiyuan, who thought he was the only one and invincible in the world, happened to meet the ** master of the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang, which was famous for his weird and vicious.

At that time, the ** master had just been refined into a kind of Gu poison, called "can't die", and hundreds of people were arrested to test the medicine, and the people who tested the medicine were all people who cultivated the truth, and each practiced a lot, it is said that this Gu poison can increase the cultivation of ten Jiazi (one Jiazi is 60 years), which is simply a peerless treasure for people who cultivate the truth, and most of the people who cultivate the truth even if they have been practicing hard for hundreds of years, their cultivation is only the beginning.

Someone bore the brunt of the attack and swallowed the pill, but within a moment, the person died and the body was destroyed. Only a puddle of blood remained. Then another person died because of this medicine. Under the panic of the people, it was important to save their lives, so they caused hundreds of people**.

But what they didn't expect was that with their cultivation, most of them were in the ethereal realm, even if they were one-on-one, they had no chance of winning. But with the strength of a hundred people, it should be more than enough to deal with two people.

But who knows the way, the magic of the two protectors around the ** master is very weird, they use the unique witchcraft of southern Xinjiang, they can predict everyone's moves, and they can strike first. These testers were as easy as stepping on a swarm of ants in front of them......

Later, the ** division did not find a suitable person for this medicine.

"I'll try it," a man's cold voice sounded.

**Shi saw Liu Zhiyuan, but he was extremely excited, this person exuded a cold ghost aura all over his body, and the cold in his eyes was compelling, which made people daunted, even if he was regarded as a ghost, it was not an exaggeration.

For this kind of person who is bent on death, it can be met but not sought.

**Shi excitedly took out "can't die" and let Liu Zhiyuan swallow it.

Perhaps for Liu Zhiyuan, there are only two directions to live: either to have a strong cultivation to take revenge, or to have a true love, love, and a happy life, and there is nothing else to ask for.

And now for him, it's clearly the former. As long as he can get a strong cultivation, he doesn't care what the price is, even if it is to lose his life. If you don't get the strength you want now. To be alive, I'm afraid it's just that Lang wastes space and Lang consumes food.

Looking at the small pill in his hand, Shijiazi's skill is at his fingertips, maybe he is the one who turns into a puddle of blood in the next moment, but it doesn't matter anymore. Liu Zhiyuan did not hesitate, raised his head and swallowed.

A faint pain is felt in the abdomen, and then the pain spreads to the stomach, heart, lungs, liver, and even the brain and limbs. But the process is silent, and the others are a little different. It didn't die immediately, but slowly, and you could feel the pain filling almost every inch of the nerve veins.

Half an hour later, the pain intensified, there seemed to be countless ants crawling in the body, bones, inch by inch flesh and blood, let these little things greedily eat all parts of the body, Liu Zhiyuan could even feel the sound of broken bones, his body couldn't help trembling, he could no longer bear the tearing pain, only to hear Liu Zhiyuan's screams again and again, ah...... Yes......

Wielding the Netherworld Sword, it is wanton slashing, the Netherworld Sword seems to feel the master's situation, the red light is full of light, the whole space is full of winds, flying sand and stones, the ground trembles violently, only to see a large gap to separate the ground in half.

Seeing this, the ** division and the two protectors flew up one after another and hid a hundred meters away, while the ** division was full of excitement and excitement, and the three of them quietly observed the changes in the field.

At this time, Liu Zhiyuan only felt that his body seemed to be hollowed out, and only an empty shell was left, and suddenly an inexplicable chill came from the bottom of his heart, freezing his whole body and losing consciousness. Liu Zhiyuan fell to the ground, but his body was surrounded by a thick red mist, followed by countless Yin Spirit resentful souls in the air, daring to come, silently embedded in Liu Zhiyuan's body, he was like a suction barrel, infinitely absorbing Yin Spirit Souls.

The Nether Sword held tightly in his hand emitted a dazzling light, trembled slightly, and regained his composure. Maybe even it has sensed that Liu Zhiyuan has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It was quiet. Tranquility has finally returned.

**The three divisions rushed forward, Liu Zhiyuan's face was red as if it had been burned by fire, but the person was still alive, **The division took Liu Zhiyuan back to southern Xinjiang, but just when he wanted to carry Liu Zhiyuan, he felt that Liu Zhiyuan was like a balloon filled with clear water, and he turned into an invertebrate. And he turned out to be alive.

In an ancient house in southern Xinjiang, there are five or six portraits of mages and witch gods in southern Xinjiang hanging on the wall, each of them on crutches and wearing a huge white windbreaker, which looks very powerful and sacred. But all the faces were hideous and indifferent. People don't dare to approach.

Near the east wall, on a stone bed, Liu Zhiyuan lay quietly, "How is he?"

"I haven't woken up yet, it's been more than a month," one gatekeeper said to another, "Do you want to tell the ** master?" This man looks like he's dead, but his body hasn't rotted yet. ”

"Who is talking? This is ??Open his eyes, looking at this strangely decorated room, Liu Zhiyuan was confused for a while, where is this?" Liu Zhiyuan thought in his heart.

When the two exchanged ears, a man dressed as a member of the southern Xinjiang tribe came over, and the two guards respectfully saluted to the Dharma Protector, "Meet the Star Protector"