On the seaside, on the cliff near the sea, there is a slightly lonely figure standing quietly.

"It's snowing!" he reached out to catch a snowflake, and slowly raised his head, revealing that pale face, which was Mo Huai.

Looking at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, Mo Huai's face showed an inexplicable complicated smile: "Life, it's really lonely as snow!"

"Huh?" The next moment, Mo Huai suddenly felt something, and suddenly turned around with tense body, and suddenly saw a long white line extending like a streamer in the distance, and at the end of that streamer, there was a long warhead.

"Missiles, these guys, still can't help but shoot at me?" The moment he saw that missile, Mo Huai's eyes instantly constricted, and there was no trace of horror and fear on his face, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a wanton and disdainful arc, and a crazy scarlet light appeared in his eyes.

The rumbling sound was deafening, as if it were ringing in my ears. The powerful qi wave pressed in, blowing the windbreaker on Mo Huai's body, but he stood still like Mount Tai.

It was like a calm pond being thrown into a large rock, and waves rippled in the air.

Facing the warhead that was rapidly expanding in the pupils, the dark red flames rose all over his body, as if he instantly turned into Mo Huai, who was like the devil Satan, and two white lights gushed out behind him, turning into two huge angel wings, instead of retreating and dodging, the angel wings flew towards the warhead.

"Sword of Light and Darkness!" Mo Huai, who was covered in black and white light, and in a low and crazy roar, a huge lightsaber several feet long enveloped him, and it collided violently with the missile warhead that was close at that moment.

The dazzling light lit up, and a huge flame light cluster in mid-air was expanding, and the violent energy swept out like a tidal wave, drowning everything.

Almost at the same time, in many parts of the world, some mysterious and important places that are difficult for ordinary people to set foot in, there are rumbling explosions, and I don't know how many people have died as a result. Among them, there was a group of people in a slightly dimly lit room who raised their glasses in celebration as they watched the missile explosion on the big screen. As they raised their glasses, the blazing flames and furious energy consumed them in an instant.

It was still that seaside, half of the cliffs near the sea had collapsed, and above the messy ground, the sky slowly returned to calm, and there was no trace of Mo Huai.

Could it be that Mo Huai died like this? Of course not.

This is a strange and special space, in the darkness, there is a large turntable of colored light floating in the darkness, and there is a pitch-black pointer somewhere on the edge of the turntable. On the periphery of the turntable is an elliptical mirror like a smooth screen.

On top of the turntable, there was a man lying in a windbreaker that was so tattered that it was almost impossible to see the original style, with blood stains on his body, his face was as pale as paper, and the slight rise and fall of his chest seemed to show that he was still alive. Looking at his appearance, isn't it Mo Huai?

"This... What kind of place is this?" I don't know how long it took, Mo Huai, who woke up in a daze, couldn't help but subconsciously muttered to himself weakly, and his voice sounded a little hoarse.

"This is hell!" With a cold voice, a rich black light suddenly condensed above the turntable, turning into a pitch-black skull, and there were black flames beating in the eyes of the skull surrounded by black gas.

Seeing the skull, Mo Huai, who only narrowed his eyes slightly, did not show any panic, but smiled lightly at the corners of his mouth: "Hell? Why didn't those guys who buried me before appear here? They deserve to go to hell more than me, don't they?"

"Maybe.." The skull was noncommittal: "However, they are not qualified to come here. ”

"Why?" asked Mo Huai, looking at the skull with interest.

"Because they do devilish things, but they don't have a real devil's heart, so at most they are just servants of the devil," the skull seemed to be a little disdainful of the people Mo Huai was talking about.

Mo Huai, who raised his eyebrows lightly, couldn't help but say, "Then do you think I have it?" That's why I came here, what do you want to do?"

"Congratulations, young man, you have been selected by the Devil's Enlightenment System and have the opportunity to pursue great strength and supreme power," the skull said slowly, "Introduce yourself, I am the system spirit of the Devil's Enlightenment System, you can call me the Devil directly." ”

Mo Huai looked at the skull in a little stunned: "Didn't you say this is hell?"

"That's right! It's system space, and it's hell. Once here, you've already stepped through the gates of hell, and you can only move forward, and there is no chance to retreat, unless you're dead," echoed in the skull's cold voice with a sinister taste.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Mo Huai, who was slightly stunned, to react, as the skull said the word 'open', Mo Huai suddenly felt the turntable under him rotate rapidly. Mo Huai, who was dizzy from turning, didn't have time to say anything more, but he felt a light body, and a cool breeze rushed towards him, he seemed to have fallen from somewhere, and the wind in his ears was whistling.

Disheveled.. In the muffled sound, Mo Huai, who felt that the bones all over his body were broken into countless pieces, groaned in pain and cursed in a low voice, shaking his dizzy head just barely got up, and saw a cold light flickering sword tip pointed at his chest, and at the same time a cold cry sounded: "Who are you?"

"I'm your uncle!" Mo Huai, who was depressed and annoyed, heard this cold drink, and suddenly couldn't help but subconsciously shout.

The other party seemed to be stunned, and Mo Huai, who raised his head, also saw his appearance clearly, dressed in an ancient robe, holding a green steel sword, looking like he was twenty or thirty years old, and he looked pretty good, but his thin lips had a cool smell.

The man in ancient costume who reacted, with a murderous flash in his eyes, was about to send the long sword in his hand forward and kill Mo Huai, when he shouted, a woman who looked like she was in her twenties and looked quite delicate hurriedly came, also holding a sword in her hand: "Senior brother, have you caught up with that kid?"

"I don't know," the man shook his head slightly depressed, "that kid was chased by me just now and fell off the cliff, most likely dead." I don't know where this guy came from, but I can't leave him alive, let's kill him and go down the cliff!"

The man said that he was about to stab Mo Huai to death with a sword, and Mo Huai suddenly couldn't help but say: "Wait! Even if you want to kill me, you have to let me die to understand, at least tell me what kind of place this is!"

"Hmph, you don't know what kind of place this is, and you dare to trespass? This is the Wuliang Mountain in Dali, you dare to trespass into the forbidden land of my Wuliang Sword Sect, and you should die without a place to be buried. Suffer death!" The man who paused with the sword in his hand snorted coldly, and once again ruthlessly stabbed the sword into Mo Huai's chest.

Hearing him mention Dali Wuliang Mountain, Wuliang Sword Sect, Forbidden Land and the like, Mo Huai, whose eyes flickered, saw him stabbing with a sword, and hurriedly dodged, but he was still injured by his arm, leaving a big wound on his arm, and blood flowed.

Mo Huai, who was still a little dizzy in his head and frowned and felt like he was about to fall apart, didn't think much about it, and even rolled and fell into a cliff only three or four meters away from him.