It's still the hall, it's still the judge, everything is like yesterday, but Li Zimu knows that everything has changed.

Eighteen hundred years, after the vicissitudes of life, what has not changed may be this one hall, this side of hell, or even this side of the world, but he has changed, he has become confessed, he has become 'sensible' and strong.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Looking at the man who became cold and arrogant in front of him, at this moment, the judge couldn't believe it, so he couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"I have nothing to say!"

And the answer to him was just five cold words.

"Then go to reincarnation! maybe... That place needs you like that. ”

In fact, he didn't know why, or maybe all he wanted was to lose his soul. After all, such a person is really not suitable to live on such a continent, especially, that calamity.

However, this time is different, 1,800 years, 1,800 years in the eighteenth layer of purgatory!

Not to mention that there is no soul to scatter, the divine sense has become so powerful, if it is abandoned like this, is it really too much of a pity?

Is it a human being, or a god, or an immortal? It's really not good......

After thinking about it, the judge finally made up his mind.

"Thank you!"

I didn't ask where I went, I didn't ask what it would be, and I didn't want to know how to go on this road of reincarnation, everything was so calm and casual.

Soon the scene changed, the tall and majestic hall disappeared behind him, and the road in front of him was a nightmare at a glance.

There was boiling and burning cold and biting magma flowing in the abyss on both sides of his path, and the reason why it was cold magma was only because the red-looking magma was constantly boiling and tumbling, but there was not the slightest heat wave. On the contrary, it gives people more of a chill.

White bones can be seen everywhere, and the strange stones are even more terrifying, not to mention the characteristic gray and red combination, which makes this already suffocating and oppressive space even more shady.

The road turned around, and the eyes suddenly opened up, and the oppressive gray and red seemed to become no longer so eerie and terrifying in the strange sounds of shapes.

Especially the mess, either the head is broken and bleeding, or the hands and feet are broken, or it is a group of people who carry some of their own parts It seems that there is still a former self in the group of people who carry some of their own parts, I don t know why Li Zimu smiled.

Is it irony?

Yes, or maybe not.

Instead of saying a conclusion, Li Zimu can only say nothing, because although he seems to have understood at this time, who can know the entanglements and contradictions in his heart?

Gradually, it became more and more lively, seeing the legendary Shangdao Mountain and the sea of fire, and also seeing the legendary oil pot, as well as the one hundred and eight kinds of torture, Li Zimu was unusually calm.

Yes, everything that seems miserable seems to be very ordinary compared to his own eighteen layers of hell.

I don't know how long he walked, Li Zimu saw a bridge, and suddenly, he seemed to think of the legendary Nai He Bridge, and it was at this time that he couldn't help but look around.

"It seems that there is also a three-life stone, why... Eh, is that it?"

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but walk forward quickly, looking at the very ordinary stone in front of him, for some reason, Li Zimu's heart was full of disappointment.

It seems to be a disappointment in the stone, but who can know, there seems to be a lingering wound in his heart.

"Let's go, don't look at it, it's useless to see it!" At this moment, Bai Wuchang on the side spoke.

Obviously, he is extremely ironic in his heart, after all, Li Zimu's 'glorious history' he knows clearly, such a person, will anyone remember?

The answer is self-explanatory!

Turning around, he continued to walk with loneliness, but who could know how heavy he was at this time?

He thought he was at peace, but at this moment her heart was really chaotic, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, or what he was expecting.

I can't help but look back again, it seems to be a farewell, and it seems that I am still reluctant.

But at this moment, three words suddenly appeared in his eyes, three words that were red like flowing blood.

"I Hate You"

It seemed to be very hard, it seemed that it had pierced through the stone, and he seemed to see the woman with coldness and resentment in her eyes, and watched her exert herself, and then forcefully.......

Finally, her fingers were worn out and blood was dripping, but the woman didn't seem to resist at all, and she was still resolute, writing these three words with all her might.

Finally, Li Zimu smiled, smiling like a lotus flower in late autumn, it seemed very beautiful, but who could understand the inappropriateness and sadness.

"Let's go, don't look at it, it's already polite to leave only these words. Finally, Hei Wuchang couldn't help but urge.

After all, he is not an entourage, so it is obvious that his mood is not good to accompany a waste like this.

Li Zimu left, and walked on the Nai He Bridge without looking back, just like the legendary flower on the other side.

One bank is flowers, delicate, beautiful and incomprehensible, and one bank is leaves, green and crystalline, lush like a midsummer forest. But the flower and the leaf were eternally separated, and they never snuggled up to each other.

"What, what, just one love word, what's the matter?"

Unconsciously thought of the sentence he had seen, looking at his mother-in-law who was getting closer and closer to him, for some reason, Li Zimu couldn't help but have another question in his heart.

What does Meng Po look like?

A thousand people may have a thousand answers, but they can never get out of the category of 'cold and terrible'.

Li Zimu also thought like this, so the old woman not far away in front of her seemed to be a little surprised, not because she was not the right age, but because her image was a little too out of her mind.

She always had a shallow and kind smile on her face, and the vague souls in front of her seemed not to be passers-by, but her children, her eyes were full of love, and the soup in her hand seemed to be the selfless love she gived.

It's just that all this was lost to the 'scene' Li Zimu couldn't help but think, if she was replaced in an infinitely beautiful sunset, in front of a simple house, and a loving mother looking into the distance, all this would seem to be really perfect.

It's just that people are not happy nine times out of ten, and all we can do may be just Ren Erxidong, and I am indifferent.

"What do you think? It's useless to think about anything at this time, so let's hurry up and drink Meng Po soup and go to reincarnation earlier?"

I don't know how long it took, a cold voice sounded, and I didn't know if I didn't ask, but the black impermanence on the side couldn't wait. And thinking about his whimsy, Li Zimu could only smile helplessly and bitterly.

'Do you really want to forget?'

"Child, the past is like a cloud of smoke, everything will eventually turn into nothingness, drink!"

Looking at Meng Po and listening to her shallow and incomparably gentle words, for some reason, Li Zimu at this moment was very resistant, not because he didn't want to forget, but because he couldn't forget.

The unknown is too far away, and the debt has not yet been repaid, and it seems that it is only to add more sins!

"You... Are you a spider spirit?"

For a moment, my thoughts were myriad, and I turned around a thousand times, and finally I only said such a sentence.

Li Zimu was shocked by herself.

He just didn't want to drink Meng Po soup, he just resisted forgetting, resisting everything unknown, he just wanted to say something because he needed an excuse not to drink it.

But in the end, he actually said such a sentence.

And at this time, the black and white impermanence on the side is even more You look at me, I look at you with a confused face, what about Meng Po in front of you?

She was only slightly stunned and then continued to smile, but in that smile, Li Zimu seemed to see something different.

Dreariness!

Yes, Li Zimu had this feeling, so he had a deep understanding, and he couldn't help but continue to ask.

"I heard that in the tenth life of the reincarnation and cultivation of Hades X, because you fell in love with him, you were reluctant to eat him in the end, which led to the annihilation of the race, and you even used spider silk to make Meng Po soup, right?"

"Really?"

Listening to Li Zimu's words, Meng Po still looked kind and easy-going, as if she was not the protagonist but a spectator, neither sad nor happy, neither powerful nor angry.

It's just that the black and white impermanence on the side is completely powerless to ask the sky, and the fire of gossip can't help but burn, just facing Meng Po and the 'shot' Hades, in the end, they can only wait quietly with curiosity.

But at this moment, just when time seemed to freeze, a cold wind with a bone-chilling chill swept through the body, and even Li Zimu's soul body felt a deep unbearable cold.

Finally, they couldn't be calm, and for a moment everyone couldn't help but look at Meng Po with horror on their faces.

Who is Meng Po?

Nobody knows!

No, there are no ghosts who know, or rather, no one knows whether it is a big ghost or a small ghost, or those ghost generals or even ghost kings.

But one thing is very clear, that is, Meng Po is very powerful, if it is divided according to the level of cultivation of human beings, she is at least an existence beyond the realm of reincarnation.

How terrifying is the reincarnation realm, it can be said that in front of it, the so-called black and white impermanence and the like are called ghost soldiers and ghost generals, which are simply dust-like existences, how terrible is this.

Although black and white impermanence can be regarded as the existence of ghost generals in hell, it can only be regarded as a small ghost compared to ghost cultivation. What is a little ghost, a little ghost is the lowest level in the cultivation level, which is equivalent to the existence of human beings practicing blood and qi.

Speaking of which, we have to mention some secrets about monasticism.

Human cultivation is divided into body refining and qi training.

The refining body is divided into: blood training, bone quenching, soul melting, earth-opening, heaven-opening, reincarnation, Shinto, and Taoist, and Qi training is divided into: Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Purple Mansion, Vientiane, Heavenly Dao, Immortal Dao, and Dao Master.

Of course, it can also be collectively referred to: soldiers, soldiers, captains, generals, marquis, princes, emperors, and emperors.

It's just that there are too many body and qi practitioners among human beings, so many people can't help but classify people, ghosts, gods, and even immortals, beasts, and spirits as ordinary beasts, and call them the first order, the second order, and even the ninth order of the super emperor level.

It's just that they can be regarded as ants before the general level, and only when they reach the reincarnation realm, that is, the strong at the king level, can only be regarded as a truly powerful existence.

Of course, not only humans, gods, and immortals, but also the powerful existence outside this world also includes ghosts, corpses, spirit (immortal) beasts, demon (god) beasts, brute beasts, insect beasts, and the existence of a total of nine strong systems.

It's just that all this, at this time, is still a little too far away from Li Zimu.

And the upcoming catastrophe is truly subversive, making Li Zimu unforgettable after countless battles.