Nangong Shaoyou immediately had an idea, he was shocked, and hit Li Hansong with a palm, and when he returned his palm, his figure flashed, and he turned behind him with his palm, and it was another palm, which led him to fight back, and he closed his palm again, and made a few false moves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Li Hansong was busy, his left palm pressed on the round platform, and he suddenly felt a cold air penetrating his heart, and he suddenly understood in his heart, and with a long roar, his palms struck out, and Li Hansong was also very annoyed by his few tricks.

"Ping!" four palms struck, Li Hansong spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew out of the pavilion, it turned out that the round platform under his seat was a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, he sat on it, his own kung fu has the ability to traction, the ice gas into the body, and his own internal force together to strike, although the cold is pressing, but after all, his own internal force is not as good as Nangong Shaoyou, was injured by his gravity, and fell to the ground.

Nangong Shaoyou doesn't care if he lives or dies, as long as he doesn't block his progress, he immediately flew away from the blue platform, and galloped with the trail, suddenly there was darkness in front of him, it turned out that the trail was at the end of here, and there was a bottomless canyon in front of him, but the opposite side was twenty zhang away, and he couldn't jump over it anyway.

Thinking that Song Wan'er didn't know where she was at the moment, her heart was even more impatient, and she suddenly remembered that she was walking on the iron cable with Song Wan'er, and hurriedly squatted down to grope and observe, and cheered, it turned out that it was connected by a pitch-black rope on both sides, and the rope was pitch black and not easy to see.

I didn't think much about it, hurriedly stepped on the rope, walked to the opposite side flutteringly, suddenly slipped under my feet, fell to the deep valley, grabbed my hands in danger, grabbed the rope, only felt a piece of greasy on my hands, and the rope was coated with slippery oil.

He crossed his hands and walked quickly, feeling that his hands were dry, knowing that there was no oil here, and with the strength of his hands, his body made a beautiful whirl in mid-air, and his feet were already stepping on the rope.

I can't help but cheer for myself in my heart, and I vaguely feel that it's a pity that no one sees such a wonderful body of you, and when you walk more than a foot, your feet are empty, and you smell the smell of burning, your body has fallen into the deep valley, and the rope is broken by two sections, he reacts very quickly, and reaches out to grab a piece of rope.

Suddenly felt a burst of heat in his hand, the place where he grasped was a flame, he didn't care about the pain, and he didn't dare to let go, his hands desperately grabbed forward, every time he grabbed a place, there was a flame on the rope, and he was burned more than 20 times in a row, only a little more than a zhang away from the opposite bank, he pulled hard, and his body fell on the opposite bank like a bird, stretched out his palm to see, the two palms had become pitch black, faint pain, presumably the second half of the rope was coated with flammable fuel, and the hand was ignited immediately when he rubbed against the rope.

Looking at the deep valley, there was no trace of fear just now, just looking forward, but now that he is down-to-earth, he feels afraid, but when he thinks of Song Wan'er, he spits a mouthful of saliva on his hand, and then wipes his hands and moves forward immediately.

Not long after, smelled a burst of blood on the nose, the heart was shocked, so that he did everything he had learned in his life, and made the Feiyan Gong to the fullest, the strange rocks in front of him were craggy, and there were wooden stakes standing, and a person was tied to each stake, all of them were covered with blood, and their heads were scattered.

Nangong Shaoyou had seen countless dead and wounded on the battlefield, but this time his hands couldn't help shaking, what he was worried about in his heart was that one of them was Song Wan'er, he took two deep breaths, slowly approached, brushed his hair one by one, and recognized his face.

Those people all had bulging eyes, their expressions were very frightened, and the bones of their bodies were shattered, and if they were not erected with wooden stakes, they would have shrunk into a ball, and they couldn't help but feel a trace of cruelty in their hearts.

Finally, after reading the twenty-one corpses, there was no Song Wan'er, her feet were soft, and she almost sat on the ground, and the torment just now was worse than fighting with a first-class master for three days and three nights.

After the strange stone, there is a statue of a god, it is Manjushri Bodhisattva, riding a white elephant, in this cruel hell, the Bodhisattva looks very strange, I don't know if he is watching the suffering people, or feel sad for them, Nangong Shaoyou can't help but kneel down, and make a wish in front of Manjushri Bodhisattva, as long as Song Wan'er can be rescued safely, he would rather suffer for the rest of his life.

After making a wish, he continued to gallop, but although he left here, the smell of blood smelled by his nose did not disappear, and it became stronger and stronger, Nangong Shaoyou couldn't help but scold while running in his heart, and he was also secretly worried, and he kept comforting himself, they wanted to blackmail the master, and they would definitely not hurt my sister, this stupid sister, I don't know how?

There is a palace in front of him, is it Cuiyun Palace, his heart is happy, immediately jumped into the palace, inside is a public hall, there are three gate knives in front of the hall, respectively, the head of the dragon, the head of the tiger, the head of the dog, there is still blood stains on the knife, he can't look at it, jump into the inner hall, there is no one inside, through the inner hall, there is a small road again, the path is lined with deep valleys, and there are black ropes hanging on the path, hanging into the deep valley.

Pulling up one of them, the tentacles were very heavy, as if they were hanging more than a hundred catties of things, and when they pulled it up, it turned out to be a headless corpse, obviously a man, and he immediately pulled up the ropes hanging down one by one.

When the seventeenth rope was pulled, it was a female corpse wearing pale yellow Mongolian clothes, with a slender figure, which was somewhat similar to Song Wan'er.

He tried his best to think about it, but he couldn't remember the characteristics of the corpse, but Song Wan'er's appearance and figure kept appearing in his heart, and he slapped himself twice in the face to make himself sober up, and he didn't check the corpse anymore, and rushed forward desperately.

Suddenly felt a burst of heat on his body, and it turned out that more than a dozen hot oil pots appeared in front of him, and there was a **** corpse in the pot, and the faces were already indistinguishable, there were men and women.

The torture that came along the way Nangong Shaoyou finally couldn't bear it, he looked up to the sky and howled, the whistling sound continued, and the rocks on the top fell one after another, and it didn't stop for half an hour, he really vented the depression in his heart.

With a sound of "sand", the gravel on the top flew, and suddenly there was a pain in the neck, and he quickly reached out and grabbed it, which turned out to be a half-foot-long mouse, and shook it on the ground hard, and the mouse suddenly turned into meat sauce.

There are more than a dozen small animals on the body, hurriedly slapping hard, more than a dozen mice fell from the body, hearing the "squeak" sound of chaos, looking around, the ground is pitch black, I don't know that there are tens of thousands of mice, each of them is struggling to come to themselves, desperately crawling to the body.

Rats are originally annoying things, and now tens of thousands of them are coming together, and they are so disgusting that they want to vomit, Nangong Shaoyou moved his heart and flew up to the wall, although the rats can climb up, but compared to being on the ground, it is obviously much less, and it is much easier to beat it like this.

When he was proud, a black net flew from the cliff, and the net was towards him, and when he looked at it, it was not a net, but thousands of bats were flying towards him, and those bats were like they were in the middle of evil, tearing and sucking blood on him, so frightened that Nangong Shaoyou immediately let go and jumped to the ground.

The rats on the ground immediately climbed on top of him, and the bats in the air swooped down and tore at them, and at this time he felt that his whole body was bitten, and it was very painful, and he was very nauseous.

While slapping hard, he rushed to the oil pan, kicked over a large oil pan, and hundreds of rats on the ground were immediately scalded and "squeaked", he picked up two dyed wooden strips, and flew on his head, many bats were burned and fell to the ground.

Hearing the screams of rats and bats, he was in a great mood, couldn't help laughing, launched a divine power, kicked over more than ten oil pots, but scalded a lot of rats, and the rats on the ground decreased a lot.

The fire sticks in his hands were wielded more handily, and his feet were not idle, he kicked and trampled desperately, and the corpse of a mouse on the ground was disgusting, and every time he stepped on a mouse, his heart was more happy.

Suddenly there was a sharp flute, which was terrifying, and the rats on the ground fled and ran towards the deep valley, and then another flute was heard, and after that, the bats also departed.

Nangong Shaoyou was overjoyed, did he come to the rescue, he didn't think much about it, he looked down to check the injury, his hands and feet were full of blood, there was no intact piece of flesh and skin, his clothes were in tatters, and his whole body hurt as if he was burned by fire, he immediately poured out the healing elixir from his arms, and he didn't think much about it, all poured into his mouth, he had heard that people who had been bitten by rats would have rat plague and die miserably, but he didn't know what rat plague was, and he was bitten by more than a hundred bites, if he really died, no one would be able to.

But there was a hint of joy in his heart, and he remembered the wish he had made in front of Manjushri just now, "If I suffer on my body, it will be good if I can offset my sister's suffering!"

"Okay, you yellow-haired boy died in vain and killed my children and grandchildren!" a sharp voice floated down from the air, and the tone was the same as the flute just now, which made him suspect that what he heard just now was not the sound of the flute, but the voice of this person.

"Haha, it turned out to be Bi Jiuhua, the king of Bian Cheng!"

I saw a gray shadow falling from the shadow of the rock wall, this person was very short, his height was only to Nangong Shaoyou's chest, he was dressed in gray clothes, holding an iron rod in his hand, and on the top of the iron rod was a flame-shaped spike, with a thin face and two beards, and he looked very similar to a mouse.

"Boy, why did you break into the Netherworld?"

"Haha, of course I want to die, but I want Jiang Ziwen to be buried with me before I die!"

Bi Jiuhua smiled "grin", "Then it depends on how much skill you have brought." ”

After that, with a wave of the iron rod in his hand, he stabbed Nangong Shaoyou three times in a row, attacking the upper, middle and lower three ways, and his tactics were rigorous, and he had a grandmaster atmosphere, and Nangong Shaoyou did not dare to covet it.

"It turns out that this dwarf is very good at martial arts, and the things in his hands are no different from Emei thorns. ”

Nangong Shaoyou had abnormal pain in his body, and a faint aura of disgust rose in his abdomen, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, and said in his heart: "Even if you want to die today, you have to let this dwarf take the first step!"

The cold ice sword in his hand made it more and more ruthless, Bi Jiuhua's right hand made an iron rod, but his left hand often freed up and unexpectedly swung a palm, the palm wind was blazing, it turned out to be a flaming palm.

Nangong Shaoyou killed with the long sword in his hand, and his left palm was full of cold and icy true qi, and he slashed at the other party with one palm, but the disgust in his heart became heavier and heavier, and there was a trace of dizziness on his head, but Bi Jiuhua showed a smile on his face, this smile was not proud, nor mockery, but a sense of relief, which was very strange.