He was sure.

Wu Dao, this person is completely abnormal.

Treat tribulations and tribulations as rewards.

The gift of the brave after the pursuit of suffering with the great terror of life and death.

He could feel it.

As the death penalty of the mud plough hell increases.

The soul of Wu Dao.

It's getting stronger, too.

Although it is not really killing him, it is not comparable to the real power of soul refining.

The real role of this side of the mud plough abyss.

Denying the meaning of life!

After overcoming the catastrophe that is more dangerous than death and denies the meaning of life in all aspects.

Increased willpower of mind.

It is still undetectable, and the sand grains are gathering in the sea, enhancing Wu Dao's soul strength at an extremely slow speed.

Although very slow, very little.

But the essence is still getting stronger,

Isn't that a reward?

'Heh, after ten layers, there will be no gap in the punishment of death, I hope you are still so hard. ’

Unconsciously.

Wu Dao had already unbelievably survived the nine-layer mud plough abyss prison and fell into the tenth layer.

Mysterious old monster in mind.

A little more confidence emerged.

He's a little upset right now.

Wu Dao's roar of excitement was like a slap in the face.

Can't wait to shut up Wu Dao.

I want to hear the melodious cry of begging for mercy.

Buzz - bang!

The moment he fell into the tenth layer of the mud plough abyss.

An invisible tremor added to his body.

Wu Dao was instantly shocked into thousands of particles.

Chaomai Nine-Layer Purgatory,

I don't know the pain of the total number of deaths and torments.

between the time of the landing.

His consciousness went blank for a moment.

But that's just the beginning.

Buzz - bang!

The body and soul have just been condensed.

Pure white inside the space.

The tremor force struck again, not giving the slightest opportunity to ease and breathe, and then 'died' Wu Daozhen on the spot, turning into countless particles.

The tenth layer of the mud plough abyssal prison -

Tremor the White Realm!

As the mysterious being says.

After ten floors.

There will be no interruption in the punishment of death.

After the number of sentences is met.

It will fall into the next layer of even more despair.

Buzz - bang!

Buzz - bang!

Restore again and again.

Death after death.

In the midst of constant torture.

Wu Dao no longer has a chance to be excited, and there is no longer time to roar.

Endless pain.

For the first time, he fell silent.

Circular death without leaving a single moment.

His mental consciousness was blank.

Except for the pain and the pain.

Without any other ideas.

He can only continue to burn the fire of survival with the god and ghost sky.

In silence.

He is like a lonely traveler in the scorching desert looking at an oasis of a mirage that can never be reached.

Knowing it's out of reach.

Still with an indestructible will.

Supporting the tattered body full of holes, it is taking a staggering step.

One step, one step......

Towards the oasis of nothingness.

Life is endless, survival is endless!

Unless you actually kill me.

Unless I voluntarily give up my life.

Otherwise-

Thousands of blows are still strong, and eighteen mud plows refine real gold!

10th Floor......

Layer 11......

Twelve-storey ......

……

In silence.

In the never-ending cycle of death, Wu Dao slowly fell into layers of more desperate mud plough hell.

The fire of life burns unintentionally.

The will of the soul accumulates into a sea of sand.

Before falling into the eighteenth floor.

panel.

His soul refining cultivation.

It has stepped from the general trend of five changes to the peak of five changes.

But even so

Still can't escape from this plough of the mud.

The mysterious existence of today's strength.

There are absolutely no nine changes.

But He has a supreme essence that Wu Dao is now incomprehensible and cannot look up to.

Because of this supreme essence.

Although he could not kill Wu Dao, he could trap Wu Dao.

If you want to get out, there is no other way.

You can only win from this game of the brave.

'Strength is not as strong, it deserves to suffer......

The fire of the vigorous will to live is swaying.

Wu Dao keeps his heart and does not move.

There is no desire for liberation, no resentment, no pessimism, and no desperate thoughts of giving up......

These are the emotions of the incompetent and weak.

He doesn't need it, and he can't have it!

Want to live!

Only take the chestnut from the fire and win this game!

Airplanes~

After a short fall.

The endless purgatory enveloped Wu Dao again.

The eighteenth layer of the mud plough abyss -

Infernal Hell!

Boom Boom –

Huhuhuhu-

Grinding the world, burning the heart and fire, rotting and poisoning...... Wind and Thunder ...... Tremor......

In the final layer of purgatory.

The punishment is a joint superposition of the first dozen layers.

In a flash, in a flash.

Those who are tortured are punished by a superposition of seventeen purgatory punishments.

Every time you die.

They will all feel seventeen kinds of extreme pain beyond imagination and torture at the same time.

The number of penalties for this tier.

That's even more ......

A quantity large enough to make the gods sigh.

Endless death and suffering.

I don't know how long it took.

In a time lag that is close to stagnosis.

It's been two months since the outside world.

Because above the properties panel.

The Horizontal Refining Immortal Transformation has already entered the Ninth Gate.

But within the infernal hell.

How long has it been.

Wu Dao didn't know.

All he knew was.

After the unimaginable number of deaths and time tempering of the seventeenth layer of purgatory, he stepped into the peak of the five transformations of the soul path attainment.

Only in the eighteenth floor of Infernal Purgatory.

He broke through the five changes.

And enter the realm of six changes!

Meantime......

The punishment of the eighteen layers of the endless abyss, which seemed to be endless, had finally come to an end.

Is it over?

No!

Just getting started!

Because it's just the second level!

And there's one final level!

Click-

The world is broken again.

Fall to pieces.

This time the mysterious being didn't speak.

Paradoxically remained silent.

Boom~

The endless ocean is surging.

Waves bloom.

A wave seems to contain the birth, aging, sickness and death of a living being, and the various states of life.

"The sea of bitterness is endless, the dripping water is bitter, if you can cross the sea of bitterness, no, only half of it, this emperor will admit defeat."

The blood-colored starlight hangs high in the sea of bitterness.

The voice of admiration and admiration of the mysterious existence sounded.

"Half, huh."

Wu Dao's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, even after eighteen mud ploughs and prisons, he was still terrifyingly calm:

"You don't need to let it, just pass it all, and win it if you win!"

"Hahaha, good!!"

Scarlet Star Light Tremors.

The laughter was mixed with a bit of admiration and respect: "If the sea of bitterness passes, he will meet again one day, and this emperor will give you a salute!" ”

He was in this life.

How magnificent.

But he has never been convinced.

Wu Daoruo really passed the sea of suffering.

What about Him bending down?

Boom~

The waves of the bitter sea are surging.

After a short conversation.

Wu Dao also fell into an insignificant drop of sea water in the endless sea of suffering.

'Huh, if you have this kind of heart at that time, why worry about big things. ’

Staring at Wu Dao, who had fallen into the bitter sea droplet, the mysterious being sighed in a complicated way.

Eighteen layers of mud plough abyss.

He knew it in his heart.

After being tempered by this.

No calamity in the world could make Wu Dao frown and retreat.

If you cross the sea of bitterness again......

He couldn't even imagine it.

What kind of monster will be tempered?

"Tsk, if he gets out of the Ten Tribulations in the future, then there will be a good show to watch in the future......"

What comes to mind.

The mysterious existence has a little more anticipation for the future in his heart.

After sighing to himself.

He had already given up the idea of the dove occupying the magpie's nest.

Instead, I looked forward to how much the monster Wu Dao would stir up in the future, and how many times he would pump the face of those dogs!

But still the same sentence.

The premise is that Wu Dao wins the game!

……

There is no end to human suffering.

There is no end to the bitter sea.

Bitter sea, bitter sea.

It is the ocean where countless lives of sorrow and despair converge.

Once falling.

It's like reincarnation.

Lose all memories.

Only the soul instinct remains.

As a new person, I have experienced countless hardships that I can't see hope and light.

A drop of water in a life.

It can well be imagined.

I want to survive the sea of suffering.

What a desperate thing to do.

……

The first life.

Huhuhu~

The winter wind crosses, and the weather is cold.

"Fuck off, stinky beggar!"

"It's disgusting."

"Stinks to death, still a dead cripple, die a little farther."

Town corner.

As soon as the dirty black beggar was stretched out to a passer-by with a broken bowl of dirt and cotton felt, he was kicked down and rolled into a filthy ditch.

The beggar was silent.

The cloudy eyes glanced at the departing pedestrians, and without sighing, cursing and resentful, he silently got up from the dirty and smelly ditch.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Simple movements.

For beggars, it is no less than heavy physical labor.

After limping out of the ditch.

Coughing violently a few times, spreading out the dirty and smelly chicken feet, you can see blood flowers.

I'm sick again~

Leaning against the filthy shack made of a few planks on the corner of the street, the beggar looked up at the dark sky, as if he had seen the gray first half of his life.

The beggar has no father and no mother.

He was raised by an old beggar since he was a child.

But there is a voice in his heart that keeps reminding him that he can't be a beggar, he can't lose hope, and he can't give up the fight against fate.

Under the spur of this voice.

Even if he has been at the bottom of the bottom of society since he was a child, he has been accompanied by filth and suffering all day long.

The beggar has also developed an optimistic attitude.

Never gave up on the future.

I have never had the idea of despairing for death.

Even though......

An eight-year-old beggar died.

At the age of nine, he was sold into a bitter kiln.

Escaped at the age of thirteen.

In the blink of an eye, he was caught on the battlefield again.

Retired at the age of eighteen.

There is no half-cent pension.

Going around and around, wandering around.

Twenty years old.

There are a few acres of thin fields, thatched grass, and a big yellow dog to rely on each other.

I thought life was going to get better.

The country is gone......

Troubled times are coming.

Bandits are rampant, and local tyrants are rampant.

Susukita is gone.

The thatched hut was burned.

The big yellow dog was eaten.

The man was also lame.

The ray of light that he grasped in his hand.

Once again engulfed in boundless darkness.

But the beggar still didn't give up on life.

Bring the broken bowl from home.

limped and began a long career of begging.

He had a small wish.

Scrape together a little money.

Learn a craft.

There's no need to be displaced.

But there is a saying:

The hemp rope is only broken at the thin part, the bad luck only looks for the hard-working people, and the night grass does not fatten the horses.

Thirty years old.

He doesn't have to be a beggar anymore.

The kind tailor took him in.

He paid a pitiful amount of apprenticeship fees.

A year later.

Bandits plundered the city.

The master died, and his right hand was also broken to protect the master.

Lame, lame, lonely.

Life has completely lost its last hope.

"At least alive, there is hope when you are alive......"

But he didn't give up.

Speak comforting words.

went around in circles, and it became a stinky shit and a rotten beggar in people's mouths.

Until the age of thirty-five.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A few violent coughs.

The ailing beggar leaned into the shack, his consciousness blurred by pain, hunger, and cold, and he stared at the filthy snow on the corner of the street.

What is the meaning of life?

Thirty-five years of miserable life.

The beggar has thought about this question countless times, but has never had an answer.

Actually, there is.

But he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to admit that the old beggar said that he was born to suffer.

He fought all his life for this.

But it doesn't seem to be of much use.

In a gloomy life.

There is almost no light.

Even if there is.

He couldn't catch it at all.

So what's the point?

Call~

A cold wind blew.

I brought a fragrance that I don't know if it was an illusion.

The beggar shook his nose.

Found the source of the fragrance.

It was a stubborn grass swaying in the bitter cold of the silt on the street corner.

Winter is almost over.

The beggar laughed.

Use the last of your strength.

The probe touched the tenacious grass that was fresh and green, full of vitality.

With a smile.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The answer has always been.

He lived all his life.

No matter how hard it is.

Even at the last minute.

is also unwilling to fate, never gives up the pace of chasing light, and has never been crushed and buried by the wind and snow.

That's enough.

Airplanes~

The waves of the bitter sea are surging.

Wu Dao's consciousness returned, without the slightest nostalgia, and without a pause, he resolutely submerged into the next drop of bitter water.

If you are not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of life?

The greatest brilliance of life.

It's not about never falling.

But even if you fall into adversity.

It can also be tenacious and retrograde, endlessly.

Question, how many times did Wu Dao 'die' in the mud plough prison?

(End of chapter)