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The scarlet fog was constantly rolling, and the sound of flesh and blood was heard inside, which made the faces of many holy monks around the scene with a trace of happiness. What many people think of is that Hong Ling, the tenth apostle of fairyland, is suffering great pain at the moment.

Bang! The blood mist, which covered thousands of feet of land, suddenly exploded between heaven and earth. Countless pieces of flesh and blood fell down like a shower, making the air with a trace of fishy salty blood.

The matchless son of the world, like a bright moon, left the world independent in the bloodbath. When he lowered his eyebrows and exposed his white teeth to other gods, many monks stationed at the entrance of the first layer of hell trembled. This moment's Hongling, gives people the feeling that in addition to indescribable monsters, there is only terror left.

"Death Dead! The five friars of Taiyi Kingdom died in the hands of the tenth apostle Someone had a hard dry swallow. She looks at Hong Ling in horror. No one thought that the young apostle in white killed the five God state masters directly in the fog.

"Alas You sigh, with a trace of inexplicable sense of helplessness. The matchless son of the world was hanging in the air, and said in a soft voice, "I'm killing again! Really, it seems that the killing is getting more and more convenient recently. I don't know which Lord can tell the apostles how I can get into the first hell from here? "

"Apostle, you are joking. I'll get out of the way. Please catch up with other apostles earlier." A monk of the divine realm grinned, his face was worse than his tears.

"Oh? Can I go in now! "Hong Ling raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile," don't you want me to kill you all? You know, you are all under orders to guard here

"No, no, no! Apostle, you don't have to bother. It's better to catch up with other apostles. Otherwise, the treasures in hell will be taken away Many gods are almost crying. This tenth apostle, he must not do anything again!

"You are right Hong Ling smiles and reaches out to the void. In an instant, he points out a blue arc-shaped wind blade in front of his body. He bends his finger slightly and flicks it to many divine realms with a bang. The matchless son raised his head and said in a cold voice, "as a punishment for the previous speech, everyone should leave a hand."

Hiss! The blade of the blue wind just popped out by him. In an instant, it rapidly split and evolved into innumerable ways, drowning all the friars' right hands. In a moment, the whole world suddenly burst many bloody clouds. Each of the many deity monks stationed here has a broken hand.

Many people snorted and did not dare to stop. Hongling, a seemingly random blade, has been weakened after its evolution. However, once it is resisted, it will rise to an indescribable extreme in an instant. Many people don't want to die, because they don't dare to fight it at will.

"I don't know if the Apostle has been satisfied. If you've calmed down, then go quickly." At this time, a friar forced a smile and reminded Hong Ling: "except you and the fifth apostle shangguanyou, the other eight apostles have entered the first level of hell. Mr. Hong Ling, you'd better hurry up! "

"Thank you for telling me, then I'll go!" Hong Ling smile, if pointed to say: "by the way, if nothing, I advise you to leave here early!"

In a flash, the matchless son has disappeared at the entrance of the first layer of hell. Instead of paying attention to the astonished people, he went down the passage of the entrance. It was a very long process until he landed safely, and several hours had passed.

Not long after he left, outside the entrance of the first level of hell, there were countless powerful ghosts suddenly and rapidly plundered. They seem to be driven away by some powerful monster, and instantly submerge many divine places stationed here. When the tide of this powerful ghost recedes, there is no smoke outside the entrance.

After all, many deities did not listen to Hongling's suggestion, but continued to stay in this area. Therefore, in the terrible ghost storm, they even had no chance to escape. Soon after the tide of ghosts disappeared, the two figures, which were full of strong spirit atmosphere, were able to arrive.

If you explore carefully, you will find that all the ghosts are actually driven by them. These two people were shangguanyou, the fifth Apostle who came late, and one of his powerful people in the realm of Ning Tao. At this time, the two men broke out the battle power at the peak of Taiyi Shenjing, which made no ghost dare to approach here.

"Shangguan, according to your orders, you have wiped out all the Shenzhou masters who have been intercepted here. Do you think we are going into the first hell now The monk, who was still in the realm of Taoism, bowed down and stood before the fifth Yanjun's Apostle shangguanyou, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Not for the time being!" Shangguan you shook his head and turned to look behind him. He said in a deep voice, "wait a minute, someone wants to cooperate with us! I think he'll give you a good price

In the first layer of hell, Hong Ling frowned and sensed the strong stillness between heaven and earth. There was a trace of invisible trace of the heavenly way around her. He let go of his divinity, and his face became more and more dignified."The first layer of hell is said to be a tongue pulling hell. I don't know what's strange here!" Hong Ling stood still and did not go on. The entrance into which he entered had disappeared completely. Obviously, it's hard to get out again.

In the sea of gods, Yan Huang emperor mirror and sad God sword are constantly changing. The circuits of the heavenly path engraved on their noumenon are becoming more and more intensive and powerful. It seems that with the thorough transformation of Hongling into the body of heaven, these two magic weapons have also been upgraded.

"Now that I have achieved nirvana, there should be no problem for me to survive in the memory of hell!" Hongling carefully closed her eyes and felt the channels and collaterals acupoint orifices that were slowly eroded by the Tiandao notch. He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his power became more and more powerful.

Although he was only involved in Nirvana initially, he was secretly surprised by the terrible qualitative change brought about by this. Now he, after stepping into this realm, has a kind of inexplicable intuition. As if, the hell itself is actually a cage woven by the powerful celestial path. So, is it really what people know as the dead?

Hum! At one moment, a low hum came out of the body of the matchless generation. He suddenly opened his eyes. Before he got up, he found himself in a garden. The white mist covered his sight, and he could hear a faint laugh.

"Is it an illusion or a nightmare in legend?" Hong Ling rose slightly and walked slowly towards the front. His vision is still shrouded in fog, so that everything can not be clearly reflected in his mind.

Bata! The boots tread lightly on the cloister of Diao Liang Huadong, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers pouring into the nose in the wind. Hong Ling found that she seemed to be walking in the endless corridor. As if every step he took, the distant exit was a minute away from himself.

He laughs when a beautiful woman with flowing clothes is passing him by with a tray. Without any hesitation, the matchless son of the world bent down and grasped a garment belt that slipped on the ground and stood still. And the beautiful woman who was pulled by him still walked forward.

The light ribbon is stretched rapidly. But the beauty still did not look back. Until she disappeared, the silk had no idea how long it had been stretched. At this time, a group of people turn around and look at LingHong. He took hold of the hand of the dress belt, and a little bit of blazing fire came out slowly.

Among those who came, one of them was suddenly ignited by a flame coming from behind. She is still walking quietly, just about to cross with Hongling, the person has slowly turned into ashes. At the moment of her disappearance, Hong Ling saw that there were only wisps of dry hair left on the corridor.

The hair, centered on a piece of air dried tongue, is constantly spreading around. They quickly climb up the corridor, like a Parthenocissus like entanglement. Originally bright corridor, at this time into a dark prison. Before Hong Ling came back to God, the place had turned into a dark and broken house. He still did not start, watching the fog rise again, enveloping himself in it.

"Hiss!" The sound of the comb sliding through the hair is soft and elegant. Hong Ling raised her eyes and looked at the white figure sitting in the distance. She sat in front of the dresser, with bright red candles on both sides. The opposite mirror, at this time, does not show any mirror image.

Hongling yawned a little bored, ignoring the bloody hair and maggots torn from the woman's hair by the comb. The leaky wooden door behind him creaked in the wind, but the matchless son just pulled a chair and sat quietly. The stool, which was about to disappear, was solidified by a thread of robbery coming out of his hand and gave out a shrill roar.

She frowned slightly, and Hung Ling bent her finger on the back of the chair, and instantly petrified it with the soil law. He sat on the petrified chair and watched the woman still combing her hair. Without waiting for this person to look back, he has already taken out the ice cream from the space ring, and drank it with great taste.

"Hello! Don't you turn back and tear the dead skin off your face at me? " Hong Ling was a little bored and filled his mouth with wine and murmured, "if you don't behave well, don't blame me for being rude!"

The white figure who combed his hair trembled at the smell of speech. She turned her head hard and showed a face of great admiration. However, the next moment, Hong Ling threw a slap across the air. Bang, the woman was hit by his slap, the whole head strange turn several times.

"It's not this face. It needs to be ugly and ferocious." Hongling looked at her with some dissatisfaction, and then said helplessly: "forget it, forget it, tear it off!"

That beautiful woman, at this time some Leng. She sat in front of the dresser, and the white maggots from her hair crawled onto her face, not knowing it. The comb in her hand, now turned into a saw the size of a palm, was constantly pouring out scarlet light.

"Didn't you hear my son? Hurry up, tear your face Hongling reached out and slapped her again, beating countless maggots and bloody hair to the top of the dressing mirror. He shook the wine pot and complained, "when you are a ghost, you must look like a ghost. After combing your hair for so long, you still don't tear your face! You're not in a hurry. I can't even read it! "

The ghost, who was holding the saw, was stunned. However, she saw that Hong Ling raised her hand and seemed to shake her hands again. She gritted her teeth and put the saw in the middle of her eyebrows. Hiss! The thick blood just gushed out a trace, instantly there are countless thick blood color nematodes breaking the wound, constantly dancing."No!" Hong Ling slapped her again and said unhappily, "it's not like this. First tear your face, and then these insects can come out! I'm not satisfied with your performance. Come again

That female ghost hears speech a shudder, seem to have suffered greatly aggrieved. But Hong Ling stood up, went to her and put the wine pot on the dresser. Then, his hands filled with a layer of scarlet eclipse law, quickly kneaded the woman's face into a ball, and soon restored it to the original state of the Qing Dynasty.

"All right! Now, as I said, do it again! " Satisfied, Hong Ling walked back to the petrified chair and sat down with a Damascus knife.

"Bullying too much!" The ghost screamed bitterly, and was about to break out. She slapped her face again.

"Where is so much nonsense? Just tear it up according to what you said! If it's not horrible, I'll beat you! "

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