Just as Leng Xiao and Mu Xun'an were deep in Yangxin Temple, Zi Xiaotian was also fast, rushed to the first set of footprints, and returned to the point where he set off at the beginning.

As he stood on his feet, a huge temple suddenly appeared in front of him, but it seemed as if it had always been there, but he didn't notice it.

Although Zi Xiaotian was a little surprised in his heart, he was not afraid, he had experienced too many ups and downs in his life, and he was used to all kinds of situations.

But when he looked back, he found that the footprints that had led him were now gone, long gone, and the yellow earth was full of dead silence and gloom, as if no one had been here for countless years.

Zi Xiaotian didn't know what the look was, but he turned his head, stood on tiptoe, and lightly hit the knocker, his face was unwavering, as if he had just come to visit an old friend.

As the two knocks fell, the gate of Yangxin Temple made a sharp sound, slowly opening a gap.

The golden sunlight projected through the gap, and in the golden sunlight, a short figure was revealed, and the light gray shadow of Zi Xiaotian was pulled by the light as if it was about to be compared to the Buddha statue.

After Zi Xiaotian entered, Leng Xiao's eyes always stayed on the gate, but the gate that slowly opened a gap seemed to be always open, without a trace of change.

Leng Xiao's gaze was momentary, and the golden sunlight that enveloped Zi Xiaotian's entire body suddenly slowly dissipated. When the sunlight dissipated, Leng Xiao was shocked to find that the door was closed at this moment, as if it had never been opened......

Zi Xiaotian caught a glimpse of Leng Xiao sitting on the futon at a glance, he raised his head slightly, and saw the slowly floating souls of Leng Xiao and Mu Xun'an, and he couldn't help but have a sense of foreboding in his heart.

At this moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and his soul became a little unstable, but in a few breaths, his soul was forced to leave his body and floated on the side of Leng Xiao and Mu Xunli.

At this time, he finally understood why the two of them were motionless, just floating there quietly, not because they didn't want to move, but because they couldn't move!

At this time, he saw a futon appear out of thin air on the side of Leng Xiao's body, and then Zi Xiaotian's body slowly walked to the futon, just like Leng Xiao's body, reverently chanting.

I don't know how long it has been, and there is a hazy bell in the dark, which is clear and clear, but it seems to be just an auditory hallucination, and it does not exist at all.

Before anyone listens carefully, there is a sudden change in Yangxin Temple!

But I saw that in the empty hall, countless futons appeared for no reason at this moment, densely packed, but orderly. The futon was full of figures, all of whom had different appearances, but all of them looked pious.

However, before Leng Xiao could take a closer look, he saw that in mid-air, countless souls suddenly appeared, all of which were extremely miserable, as if they were in pain!

Looking at the countless souls, the extremely elder with a tongue sticking out, kept tearing his tongue with both hands, as if he would not stop until he tore his tongue off, but the tongue had grown higher than a person, and the person's expression was extremely painful, but the movements of his hands did not pause at all!

There are also those who hold scissors, their right hand cutting the fingers of their left hand, and the severed fingers fall one by one, turning into light smoke, his face is painful, and his mouth is full of roars, but his movements are always smooth and firm.

In addition, there are also people with hideous faces, and their skins seem to be propped up, as if there is a sharp blade stirring under the skin! There are also other souls, such as those who are in the oil pot, such as those who have been burned, have different expressions, but they are all suffering and tortured!

"What kind of Buddhist temple is this...... This is clearly the eighteenth layer of hell!" Leng Xiao said in a trembling voice, also frightened by the scene in front of him.

At this moment, Leng Xiao was stunned for a moment, and he actually blurted out! He raised his hand slightly, but found that he had already recovered the strength to act!

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded in his ears, like a heavenly sound, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, indifferent and cold.

"You committed the crime of murder and went to the hell of the sword mountain. ”

This sentence seemed to decide his fate, and when the words completely fell, the scenery in front of him changed suddenly, how could there be any Yangxin Temple, and there was a knife mountain in front of him!

The mountain peaks are towering into the clouds, I don't know the geometry of the top, as if there is no end, on the mountain road, there is a long knife with a bright handle, and on the blade, it is dripping with blood!

Leng Xiao seemed to have lost the ability to think, and he was naked, and he stepped on this knife mountain in one step!

His eyes were confused, and there was only one thought left in his heart, which was to turn over this knife mountain!

As soon as he landed on his foot, the long knife pierced the center of his foot in an instant, and the blade slashed through his knee, sending blood gushing like a fountain.

Leng Xiao's face suddenly became hideous, as if he was experiencing boundless pain, but his footsteps did not pause at all! Step by inch of blood, step by step with new injuries. By the time he crossed the mountain, there was no intact place on his body, and his whole body was dyed with blood.

Looking up, the top of the knife mountain was still not visible, and the light gauze mist was also dyed with a layer of blood-colored sky.

Leng Xiao's figure paused slightly, and from the hazy mist, countless creatures walked out for no reason, some people and beasts.

The countless figures, all holding sharp blades in their hands, rushed forward and slashed at Leng Xiao one by one.

Leng Xiao suddenly roared bitterly, but his steps were always steady and firm, and there was only one thought in his heart, which was to climb over this knife mountain.

But at this moment, a trace of excitement and evasion suddenly flashed on his numb and dazed face, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes showed a trace of clarity.

"Rain...... Son!"

A girl in front of her looked indifferent, holding a wide-backed long knife, slowly walked in front of Leng Xiao, looked at Leng Xiao, her face suddenly became hideous, she screamed, and stabbed Leng Xiao in the chest.

Leng Xiao's unwavering footsteps finally stopped because of this.

He pressed the shoulder of the girl in front of him, and suddenly called out loudly: "Yuzi, Yuzi!"

At this moment, Leng Xiao seemed to have lost his ability to speak, and he only knew the words in his mouth. But the girl didn't give a response after all, she just kept repeating an action, leaving one wound after another on Leng Xiao's scarred body.

The surrounding figures swarmed in, and countless long knives fell on him, instantly wringing him to pieces......

When he came back to his senses, he had already returned to the foot of the mountain, looking at the sword mountain from afar, if it weren't for those figures rushing towards him again, he would probably think that it was just a dream.

Leng Xiao suddenly woke up, but saw that there was a familiar person among the figures, and after a little thought, it was actually a person who had fallen in the trial land of the Blue Scar Sect!

"Isn't it true that these people are really as the Northern Stygian Kun said...... Is it really because of me?" Leng Xiao felt a pain in his heart, as if he had done something wrong, and what he had debated with the Northern Stygian Kun that day had instantly turned into a sophistry at this moment.

Countless people died because of him, as if he had killed them with his own hand. There are also countless wild beasts that bite him, and the Buddha said, all beings are equal, even if you step on an ant to death, it is also killing!

But Leng Xiao let these countless figures fall on him one by one, his steps seemed to not move, as if he had lost the pain, and his lips opened slightly, revealing a pale color.

How can the pain of the flesh be compared to the pain in the heart? Leng Xiao's eyes just passed through the figures, and fell on the girl alone!

"Yuko...... Why are you here? Why...... Why ......" Leng Xiao's face was covered with a touch of pain, and he seemed helpless, isolated and helpless in the vast world.

Again and again he was chopped to pieces, and he experienced this reincarnation-like pain again and again.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at the sword mountain, looking at the sky, and his ten fingers slowly tightened.

The eyes subconsciously searched for the girl's figure, but this time, the girl was already submerged in the crowd, and she didn't know where she fell.

"Hell? Although I Leng has killed, I don't go against my heart, what is wrong, what is wrong! Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"Leng Mou is slaughtering all the people in the world, how can he hurt Yuzi for half a point! How can she die! If your ridiculous place is really hell, Leng Mou will set off this hell today!"

Leng Xiao roared violently, and all the figures around him were shaken back, and in the depths of his soul, an evil thought suddenly rose up, making his eyes as scarlet as bloodthirsty beasts!

"It's a joy to kill, this time, it's Leng Mou's turn!"

He suddenly snatched a long knife and slashed it through the man's throat, and the man immediately clutched his throat and fell to the ground, with a hideous and hatred in his eyes.

Leng Xiao doesn't care about others, at this moment, there is only one thought in his heart, that is, to climb over this knife mountain!

There are long knives under his feet, and there are enemies in front of him, and all he can rely on is a knife in his hand, and that's it, and that's it!

If this sea of people is compared to a curtain, Leng Xiao tore this curtain in half, and the crack in the middle left countless corpses and the blood that stained the mountain red!

The light gauze mist became thicker and thicker, and one figure after another fell in Leng Xiao's hands, turning into a duckweed in the river of blood, and no one cared about it.

"The Buddha often teaches people to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Now, but he forced Leng to hold the butcher's knife with his own hands and slaughter this common being?"

He seemed to be tireless, his face was slightly hideous, and he was not numbed by the killing and pain. With difficult but firm steps, he slowly walked up towards the knife mountain step by step, as if as long as he climbed over this knife mountain, he could get all the answers he wanted!

Life is born in a sea of suffering, and after death, it is only another sea of suffering, another kind of suffering. If people have desires, how can they not enter the eighteen layers of hell?

"It's just a layer of illusion barrier, how can there be less illusion that Leng has experienced?

Life and death have fate, and there is a destiny in the underworld, but how can life be left to fate!

My fate is mine, how can it be determined by heaven?

"Get out of here!"

Leng Xiao let out a long howl, such vulgar words simply did not seem to come from his mouth.

However, he killed three figures with a knife like this, the sea of people was boundless, and how many people were standing at this moment?

He passed through layers of mist, and the top of the mountain was already one step away! In the haze, another figure walked slowly, coldly gasped, and raised the broken, bloodstained long knife in his hand!