Qingyun Valley.

The nine-sided cloud platform floats above the sky, with thousands of rui qi and purple qi like smoke.

The land of Qingyun Valley, the Yama Hall is full of ghosts, and there are endless years of qi flowing, like a fierce beast crawling, and the fierce flames are monstrous.

"Lei Gang, the second layer of scissors hell. ”

On another jade plate, a blood mark was complete, and a second blood mark appeared.

"Heavenly Thunder Righteous Law, sure enough, the Great Gangyang, Senior Brother Minglei, this Lei Gang, I'm afraid he has already cultivated to the second Xuan Lei Realm. ”

On the cloud platform, the eyes of the Ming Bing Dao people condensed slightly, and the Lord of Purple Thunder Peak chuckled and said: "Senior brother in charge has praised it, Lei Gang's kid's thunder body is pure, and the surname Wu is not bad, otherwise, he would not be able to take such a ranking." ”

"Huh-"

The Purple Thunder Peak Lord suddenly frowned and stopped what he was talking about.

The eyes of the Eight Peaks Peak Lord all turned and fell on the Sword Peak Cloud Stage.

"Qi Tian, the second layer of scissor hell!"

"This, how is this possible! The eighteenth generation of eight leaders, there are still six people who have not yet broken through!"

Many sixteenth generation disciples don't believe it, except for Bu Qingtian and Lei Gang, the other six people are also very famous, as the leader of the eighteenth peak and the seventeenth generation, they have all suppressed the sixteenth generation of uncle-level figures, and some of the sixteenth generation disciples are not comparable to each other, yes, Qi Tian is in the third place at the moment, breaking into the second layer of the Yama Palace, and everyone does not accept it.

After a dozen breaths, the six of Yun Biyuan stepped into the second layer one after another, and many sixteenth generation disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luck!"

"Yes, it is rumored that this is the first time Qi Tian went to Qingling Shique, and by luck, he picked a companion spirit mine and exchanged dozens of lower-grade spirit stones from Elder Mingshi!"

The master of the Eight Peaks was silent, and the Sword Peak Yuntai saw that the Taoist wine gourd was drinking one bite at a time, with a gentle posture, without any abnormality, and he didn't seem to care about the jade plate on the Yuntai.

Yama Hall, the entrance to the second level of hell.

In the dark prison door, there was a terrifying sound of grinding teeth, Qi Tian concentrated, knew the sword in his hand, and the sharp air was floating, and he was about to step into it.

Hum -

A scorching warm current swept through his body, unable to resist, Qi Tian stopped, reached into his arms, and took out the thumb-sized relic.

The relics emitted a golden light, crystal like jade, floating up at this time, falling towards a ruin, the soft Buddha light shone, and the ruins of the dungeon suddenly disappeared, revealing a three-foot-high ugly tree.

The tree was so ugly, the black trunk could be held in one hand, and there were hideous cracks on it, as if it had been affected by the collapse of the dungeon, and there were traces of sticky black pus flowing out, and the branches were entangled, and the bark was peeling, and it emitted an indescribable stench.

However, many branches gathered together, and at the top, a thumb-sized fruit was born, which was as black as ink and gave off an astonishing stench.

Qi Tian frowned, Yama Hell, giving birth to such ugly plants and trees, he was not surprised, but what was unexpected was that the relic actually fell slowly at this time, and the golden Buddha light shrouded the fruit, and the original amazing stench suddenly disappeared.

After sticking to the fruit, the golden relic didn't move anymore, Qi Tian looked at it for a few breaths, nodded and said, "Since the relic has found it, there must be something extraordinary." ”

Without further hesitation, Qi Tian took off the relics and picked them together with the thumb-sized fruit, and the next moment, the pus in the ugly tree dried up and melted away.

With some suspicions, Qi Tian collected the relics and fruits and stepped into the second layer of hell.

Eighteen layers of hell, the second level, scissors hell!

It's still a dungeon, the ground is full of blood, and the ghosts here are even more terrifying, they have sharp teeth of several inches, and there is minced meat on top of them, and the sound of grinding teeth is piercing, bursting out with sparks.

Many people were bound to the iron pillars, the flames were burning, the iron pillars were already red, and Qi Tian could even smell the stench of flesh.

In the hands of each ghost pawn, there is a large pair of scissors, the scissors are pitch black, branded with the image of ghosts, and they are born with serrated teeth, with the opening and closing up and down, one finger by one is cut off, and in the river of blood, there are countless broken fingers floating impressively.

The evil aura was endless, and a ghost pawn turned around, his scarlet eyes staring at Qi Tian, and roared at the same time.

"If you go to the hell of scissors, you should suffer from a broken finger!"

The edge of the sword broke through the vanity, and the huge sword knowledge accumulated through the forty-nine heavens of the buried sword pool was completely boiling, and the three-foot sword was sharp, and the golden and jade-colored sword body was as cold as snow, and Qi Tian said coldly: "The underworld Yama, it should be fair and selfless, so that you can be in charge of reincarnation, eighteen layers of hell, and refine the evil obstacles, how can you do anything wrong!"

Knowing the sword and killing, every step of Qi Tian fell, the dungeon trembled a point, it seemed that an ancient mountain was crushing, Yama Hell could not stop it, every sword split, it was like a thunderbolt, a ghost pawn was split in half, the ghost qi dispersed, and turned into nothingness.

The second layer of scissors hell, the power of the ghost pawn is much stronger than the first layer, it is already comparable to the one hundred and eight Dao Perfection Daoists, and the ghost aura is full of evil spirits, if it is not for the Monkey Sky Sword Sense, it cannot be shaken, and it will take a lot of effort to get through.

Qingyun Valley.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, almost only the sound of breathing, and the needle drop can be heard.

Whether it was hundreds of sixteen generations of disciples or dozens of elders, they all showed incredible colors at this time, and everyone's eyes converged on a cloud platform.

Sword Peak!

Compared with the nearly three hundred jade plates of the other Eight Peaks, there are only two pieces of Sword Peak, and these two pieces make the hearts of many Daoists beat at this time, and it is difficult to restrain themselves.

"Yunfei, the second layer of scissor hell!"

"Qi Tian, the third layer of Iron Tree Hell!

"Bu Qingtian, he has just broken through to the fourth layer of the Evil Mirror Hell, Lei Gang is still in the third layer and has not broken through, then Qi Tian has actually caught up with the footsteps of the seven people of Yun Biyuan!"

Some sixteenth-generation disciples saw through the divine light, and they seemed to see something, but many elders did not speak, and the Nine Peaks Peak Lord was silent, they did not dare to speak falsely.

Half an hour later, the Yama Palace.

The fourth prison door manifested out, and the light of the Buddha was constricted, and it was taken into Qi Tian's hand, and at the same time, it was wrapped in a black fruit.

"The third one!"

Qi Tian's eyes were sharp, he killed all the way, nearly a hundred ghost pawns in the third layer of the Iron Tree Hell were all beheaded, this third layer of ghost pawns, almost equivalent to the Dao base consummation, derived from the Dao power, is very strong, can already use some mysterious Dao weapons, but such Dao weapons are very rare, although there is some trouble, but they are still split into nothingness by Qi Tianzhi's sword.

At this time, Qi Tian had already understood that this Yama Hell was simply a huge purgatory illusion, but this illusion was extremely real and difficult to distinguish at all.

Touching the three fruits on his chest, Qi Tian didn't know if these three fruits would disappear in the end.

The fourth layer, the Mirror Hell.

There is no yin wind roaring, there are just countless huge mirrors, these mirrors are ghostly, behind each side, there is a blood-colored grimace, the grimace is strange, but it has the same hideousness, behind the mirror, there is actually blood plasma flowing, the fourth layer of hell, almost fell into a river of blood.

Wrapped in sword sense, on Qi Tian's body, a golden and jade-colored divine flame was almost ignited, and the majestic sword consciousness was as majestic as the sea, like a mouthful of divine sword slashing the void, Qi Tian stepped into the river of blood, infinite plasma, but he couldn't let him be contaminated with a trace.

"Come out!"

Qi Tian drank coldly, his eyes fixed on the back of the ghost mirror.

At this moment, on the back of the countless ghost mirrors, countless grimaces appeared, with plasma in their mouths and noses, smiling hideously, and blood-colored gods poured out, enveloping the void around Qi Tian.

"If you enter the Mirror Hell, you should suffer from the Blood Realm!"

The infinite ghost sound entered his ears, which actually made Qi Tian feel a little confused, the sword in his hand vibrate, and he woke up in an instant, as if facing a great enemy, these grimaces all gave birth to thoughts, this fourth evil mirror hell is no longer within the reach of the Daoist below the realm of knowing the gods. (Yesterday, there were 100 more votes, and many swordsmen have awakened, nearly 4,000 swordsmen, everyone has awakened, the Sword Ancestor needs you, and the glory of the way of the sword needs you!)