"Iniquity!"

The cold wind is like a knife, and the sun is like a sword.

Shen Lang stood on the edge of the cliff of Buzhou Mountain, holding the palm-sized jade plaque in his hand in one hand.

Or should it be called the list, a list of the grave sins of the cholera flood that the mad old man convicted.

And when he finished browsing the list, his first thought was to immediately jump and jump directly from this Buzhou Mountain and fall to his death.

Because that list included almost all the powerful people he knew.

Even the high Sanqing Dao Ancestor was among them.

Shen Lang wanted to think that he was dazzled, and thought that he must have seen it wrong.

It wasn't until he stared at the three great names of the Sanqing Dao Ancestor for a full hour that he shouted that sentence out of his grief and indignation.

"Yuan Shi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, Daode Tianzun, Haotian Jade Emperor, Houtu Niangniang, Emperor Xudu, old man, how much enmity do I Shen Lang have with you? If you want to kill me, wouldn't it be OK to stab me to death? I'm just a little chicken, why do you need to use a knife?

No, where is the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, what kind of knife is there? It's a fucking dragon slayer. ”

Shen Lang lay on the ground with a helpless face, feeling that the future was dark, without the slightest light.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Lang had gradually calmed down and forced himself to think about this matter in a good direction as much as possible.

After calming down for a while, Shen Lang sat up, hugged his chest with one hand and touched his chin with the other, and secretly thought: The old man is so arrogant, even the Sanqing Ancestor doesn't pay attention to it, and he must be a strong group of people.

He knew that I was only a mortal, and he gave me such a heavy responsibility, and he must have left me a lot of treasures, otherwise wouldn't he have asked me to cross over and give away the head?

Thinking of this, Shen Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, he has been obsessed with fantasy novels since he was a child, especially cultivating immortals.

Now he can be regarded as a farmer turning over and singing, and he is finally the protagonist.

Shen Lang got up excitedly and walked towards the dark palace-like strange building behind him.

This black weird building covers an area of about 1,000 square meters and is built according to the gossip pattern.

The perimeter is a nine-metre-high wall with eight small attics that resemble watchtowers.

Each attic has an inner wall, facing the tallest and grandest palace in the middle.

In the open space on both sides of each inner wall are simple black stone houses.

Not counting the largest black palace in the middle and the eight attics on the outer city wall, there are four hundred and eighty stone houses, and these are the cells of the Black Pole Purgatory.

However, although these stone houses look the same on the outside, they are very different on the inside.

The old man had already taken him around all the cells last night.

Among the 480 cells, there are 60 fire prisons, 60 water prisons, 80 earth prisons, 80 ice prisons, and then 100 sword prisons and 100 thunder prisons.

But the old man told him that the cells were intended for accomplices or minor offenders.

As for the main culprit like the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, he had to be locked up in the middle of the Extreme Prison Hall.

Because only the Heavenly Punishment in it can suppress their existence of this level.

However, the Great Hall of Extreme Hellery is not full of prisons, the building has seven floors, and the top three floors are the warden's resting place.

And Shen Lang was walking towards the pavilion on the fifth floor at this time.

After entering the gate of Purgatory, there is a road paved with black stone slabs, wide and long, almost not far behind the avenue leading to the palace in the ancient imperial city.

"Damn, this warden is not much worse than the Jade Emperor Lao'er."

Shen Lang had already arrived at the gate of the Extreme Prison Hall at this time, looking at the long avenue behind him, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Five floors."

After entering the main hall, there was a raised boulder on the left side, Shen Lang jumped up and shouted softly, and the stone slowly rose, and after passing through the four ceilings, it came to the fifth floor.

"The old man said that he put all my cultivation resources in the Extreme Prison Hall, and I don't know how many layers I put them on."

Shen Lang got down the stone and came to a rest room in front of him to check.

There was only a lone stone bed in this room, not even a four-piece suit, let alone any bedside and daily necessities.

Shen Lang glanced around, then returned to the stone that looked like an elevator without looking back and went straight to the sixth floor.

"Huh? Not here either? ”

When he arrived on the sixth floor, Shen Lang still didn't see the so-called resources left by the old man, and immediately frowned, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"The old man isn't making fun of me, is he?"

Shen Lang went up to the last seventh floor with a skeptical attitude.

"I'll go, it's so dazzling."

As soon as he arrived on the seventh floor, Shen Lang was pierced by a burst of strong light and couldn't open his eyes.

It wasn't until a long time later that he slowly got used to it, and when he looked closely, he saw that the stones flowing all over the ground were piled up like hills in most of the space on the seventh floor.

Just by taking a look, Shen Lang felt a sense of being a tyrant who was rich enough to rival the country.

Although he had never seen a spirit stone, he also knew that the piles of crystal stones in front of him were indispensable spirit stones on the path of cultivation.

As for what grade it was, the old man didn't say that he didn't know.

But if you want to be strong as an old man, the things left behind will definitely not be too low-level.

"Developed!"

Shen Lang's eyes were full of gold stars, and he couldn't wait to plunge into the pile of spirit stones.

However, after a moment of ecstasy, he was caught by something else.

"It's ......"

At this time, at the very front of the seventh floor, near the window, there was a stone table with three things on it.

Shen Lang walked quickly curiously, and found that the things on the stone table were a sword, a knife and a cheatbook.

"Magic weapon? Immortals? ”

Shen Lang looked at it carefully for a moment, then picked up the long sword on the far right and looked at it.

The sword is pitch black and has no luster at all.

Shen Lang pulled out the sword body, and it was not as cold as he imagined, it was still pitch black.

The whole sword was like a wooden sword that had been roasted by fire, and its whole body was pitch black, as if it would shatter on the spot with a light strike.

Poop!

Shen Lang flicked his fingers on the sword, feeling that the sword was not as fragile as it looked, and then he increased his strength, until the end, he directly picked it up and smashed it on the table, and there was not the slightest trace on the sword.

"Hmmm! It's a good sword. ”

Shen Lang put the sword back away, and then carried it directly on his body, taking it as his own as a matter of course.

Then he picked up another knife, thinking that it should be similar to the one, so he drew his long knife and slashed it hard at the table.

Sonor!

After a crisp sound, Shen Lang's eyes suddenly widened.

I saw that the same black blade actually began to break inch by inch, and finally scattered like broken glass.

"Uh......"

Shen Lang was speechless for a long time, looking at the only piece of knife in his hand, his face was already as dark as the long knife itself.

Swish!

Put away the knife, turn around, put it away, stretch out your feet, the residual knife is in place, the debris enters the bottom of the table, all the actions are done in one go, and finally pick up the cheats on the table, and watch it casually.

"The name "Tai Chi Heavenly Emperor Sutra" sounds like a bluff."

Shen Lang took the cheats and walked slowly to the stone chair on the side and sat down to watch.

At first, Shen Lang just looked at this cultivation secret book of the desolate world with curiosity, but as he looked at it, he was deeply attracted by the implication in it.

But he didn't notice that the black knife that he had smashed before had actually begun to squirm slowly at this moment.

The fragments that he had lifted into the bottom of the table also floated silently, and finally recondensed into the blade, fused with the broken handle, and finally slowly sheathed and quietly placed themselves on the stone table.

For this strange scene, Shen Lang didn't see it.

At this time, he had already devoted himself to the secret book.

And he didn't notice that there was a black and white light on his body, like the intersection of yin and yang, and the fusion of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Lang finally woke up slowly from his immersion, looking at the cheats in his hand, and the feeling in his heart still never dissipated.

"Shhhh Although the old man left me a secret book, he didn't teach me how to cultivate, isn't this an empty treasure mountain but nowhere to spend it? ”

Shen Lang frowned.

"Come here, boy."

At this moment, the old man's shout came from Shen Lang's ears.

Hearing this, Shen Lang was startled and hurriedly looked for the voice.

I saw that in a quiet secret room, the old man was sitting in a corner with his back against the wall, and he didn't know where to get a newspaper, and he was wearing a pair of reading glasses to read there.

This is the appearance of the living Fire Cloud Evil God deity.

"Uh... Master, aren't you going to the Three Realms? Why are you still here? ”

Shen Lang was a little surprised, but more of a weak heart, after all, he had just scrapped the treasure knife he left behind.

The crazy old man didn't look at him, but while looking at his newspaper, he said: "The teacher is not really here, this is just an external incarnation, and the reason why this incarnation is left is to guide you to some cultivation methods in the desolate world, as well as the current situation of the desolate world. ”

"Oh! Then you speak, and listen. ”

The crazy old man put away the newspaper, then slowly got up, looked at Shen Lang in front of him and said: "Since Pangu opened the world, the heavens and the earth have been distinct, and each has its own creatures to evolve, but in just tens of thousands of years, the creatures of all races have reached an unprecedented strength, but under the prosperity of the hundred races, there is an unprecedented dark tide surging, and the flood catastrophe has also been born because of this. ”

Shen Lang listened quietly, although he had seen the development of the myth of the flood in many classics and history before.

But after all, those are just some rumors, and it is far better to listen to the master's own narration.

The old man was silent for a moment and then said: "Although the flood catastrophe seems to be just a competition for interests on the surface, but in fact it is a fundamental injury to the flood world, and it is because of this that the teacher almost died in that place, so he did not hesitate to return from the polar region with ten thousand years, the purpose is to punish these thieves, in the words of you earthlings, the war for the teacher is his mother is about to catch fire in the backyard, think about it, it really annoys me." ”