In contrast, the geyers do not have a physical body, and their food is just the black ghost qi that emerges everywhere on the wasteland, so the interpersonal relationship of the geyers is very simple, and there is no competition and persecution between each other, and the harmonious world imagined in the book of the human saint is actually produced in the geist of the underworld wasteland, is this a joke?

"The ghost clan regularly cleans up the geyers in the wasteland, are you afraid that allowing the geists to develop will threaten the dominance of the ghost clan?" Ye Wentian had this thought in his heart.

The dungeon is vast and boundless, even with the powerful strength of the ghost clan, I am afraid that I will not be able to detect it all!

In each layer of hell, there are countless geyers who are tormented, and these imps may have been influenced by the ghost king, and all of them take pleasure in torture, and every scream of the geists can make them scream with excitement.

What I saw along the way was unbearable, and the spirits that produced spiritual intelligence were originally a minority, and the spiritual intelligence of these few wandering spirits was extremely fragile, and they couldn't withstand all kinds of miserable and ghostless torture, and all of them had their spiritual intelligence shattered.

With a heavy heart, Ip Mantian gave the evil ghosts heavenly punishment with the abyssal flames, and gave the wandering souls liberation, burning the sky wherever he passed, turning all the filth and sorrow into ashes.

As Ip Mantian passed through the third layer of the Hell of Youluo, a mournful cry caught his attention.

"Please, let Xiaolan go, stop torturing her, she really can't do it! Woo woo, you come and torture me, stop torturing Xiaolan, please...... Please...... "This is the girl's unique voice, pure and crisp, but at the moment it is full of sorrow and despair, which makes people cry.

"What's the matter, are there still humans here?" Ye Wentian was taken aback, and hurriedly flapped his wings and rushed in the direction of the sound.

Bypassing the heavy passages, the girl's crying voice became clearer and clearer, and it really sounded exactly the same as a human girl.

"Jiji, she has no value in torture, since you beg me to torture you, then I'm not welcome. I didn't expect that there would be such a fine-skinned and tender girl as you in the spirit, and she looked quite handsome, but unfortunately she didn't have a body, otherwise we would have been able to enjoy it!" A strange duck's voice rang out, followed by a snap, and the girl's cry of pain.

Turning the corner, in a cell covered with thorns and iron nets, two young girls were hung on a wall covered with barbs, and the short-haired girl in black on the left hung her head, the outline of her body had become blurred, and her body hung limply, without making a sound.

The girl on the right has long black straight hair, with Qi bangs in front of her forehead, and her appearance is well-behaved and beautiful, at first glance she is the type of jasper of the small family, she is wearing a white gauze dress, her skin is as pale as paper, but her eyes are red, which is somewhat similar to the color of Kacha's pupils.

At this time, she was crying out in pain, and her gauze was also tattered, and her whole body was covered with cyan whip marks.

And an ugly and terrifying dwarf imp was grabbing an iron vertebrae and stabbing it into the girl's abdomen, and the girl's body trembled violently, letting out a painful scream.

This kind of pain Ye Wentian has also experienced, and he has experienced ten full days in the increasingly painful hell, and a feeling of sympathy for the same disease appeared in his heart, Ye Wentian's eyes were torn apart, and he rushed over with a roar.

The wings set off a fierce wind, and the blazing flames directly burned a large hole in the iron gate and iron mesh.

The heat wave came from behind, and the little ghost was suddenly startled, and turned around with his feet: "Who dares to disturb us to have fun......" As soon as he was halfway through the words, he couldn't say it anymore, because Ye Wentian's appearance was too terrifying: his head was born with two horns, his back was winged, his left eye was black and red, his right eye was red and golden, his mutilated half of his body was covered with magic patterns, his only left arm was covered with scales, and the devil's claw cut through the thick iron door with a flick of his hand.

"The devil is coming!" the imp screamed, slamming into the hole in the corner.

Ye Wentian naturally didn't allow it to escape so lightly, and stretched out his claws like lightning and grabbed his hind legs.

"Do you think you can still escape? You ghosts who have done all kinds of evil things, Lao Tzu will send you back to the West today!" Ye Wentian brought the dwarf imp in front of him, and his black and red left eye glared at it fiercely.

"Demon, you demon, Lord Yuluo won't let you go!" Because the distance was too close, the little ghost was roasted by the blazing flames and smoked, screaming and struggling wildly.

"Destroy miè in the flames of the abyss!" A flame burst out of Ye Wentian's hand, completely enveloping the little ghost. After only one breath, the imp disappeared completely, leaving not even black ashes behind.

The long-haired girl shrank in fear, but behind her was a wall of barbs, and the barbs shivered in pain as they plunged into her body.

"Xiaolan, Xiaolan!" the girl was frightened, but immediately turned her head and shouted to the short-haired girl next to her.

The short-haired girl swayed with the chains, completely unresponsive.

Ye Wentian knew that his appearance at the moment was too terrifying, and he sighed and began to restrain the black blood in his body. The black blood flowed backwards and gradually returned to the heart, the bright red blood poured all over the body again, the horns gradually retracted, the black wings also contracted and shrunk back to the back, the magic patterns faded, the scale armor disappeared, and the flames all over the body were finally extinguished.

After the demonic power disappeared, the spiritual power suddenly returned to its dominant position, the golden spiritual power surged all over the body, and a vast and awe-inspiring aura emanated, and Ye Wentian's appearance suddenly became handsome and upright.

The fewer people who know the ability of incarnating demons, the better, and after returning to the human world, they can't use it lightly, otherwise they are likely to become enemies of the whole world, no, they will definitely be! Abyss demons and humans will always be on the opposite side of immortality.

Ye Wentian took out a piece of clothing and draped it over his body, jumped over with one foot, and lightly pinched the chains that bound the two girls.

The short-haired girl fell to the ground, and she didn't even cry out in pain, and the long-haired girl staggered, and then hurriedly pounced on the short-haired girl and helped her up.

Ye Wentian stood quietly behind her, and when she picked up the short-haired girl's cheek, she immediately whimpered and cried: "Xiaolan, wake up, look at me, look at me! I am Xiao Ai, I am Xiao Ai, please open your eyes and look at me!" The girl hugged the short-haired girl tightly, and suddenly raised her head and let out a screaming cry.

Ye Wentian also saw the appearance of the short-haired girl, she was no longer good, her eyes were tightly closed, a large piece of her right cheek was missing, there was a black hole in the wound, wisps of black gas were overflowing from the wound, and her figure began to be hazy.

The nose was a little sour, Ye Wentian squatted down, and tentatively injected a trace of spiritual power into the short-haired girl's body, his spiritual power was peaceful and awe-inspiring, anyway, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor.