He staggered as he walked in the pale white light in front of him, and there was a deathly silence all around him, and it was so terrifying that he could smell death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The more you go forward, the brighter the white light becomes, when you get closer, it looks like a white light, it is indeed a white light like a walnut shape, the light gate is about two meters wide and three meters high, next to the Moneral, there are two soldiers, these two strange generals, the god of food has a lot of memory in his mind, it is the legendary bull head and horse face. He wanted to step back, but it was too late, and the bull and horse changed his face, and an instantaneous movement appeared behind him, and then a large blue iron chain with the thickness of an arm, locked around his neck, pulled him into the door. Before he entered the door, he suddenly looked up and saw three big words of light flashing on the door, "Ghost Gate".

After entering the gate of white light, there was a dead silence outside the door, and there was a noisy and terrifying scream in Zhou Liang. There was more than one kind of sound, there were all kinds of cries, it sounded like there were humans, animals, birds, waterfowl, etc., but without exception, they were all screams, as if they were all being tortured.

The god of food can only protect his body with his courage, and cannot form an attack force, his heart began to beat in shock, and the situation in the previous two formations made him understand that entering such a formation is to make him suffer life and sin, and it is really better to live than to die! He knew very well in his heart that this was the last of the six realms of the six realms that the young man said, "Hell Dao"! Because, the ghost gate pass is the entrance and exit gate in hell, and the bull head and the horse face are the two famous ghosts and gods in hell. He didn't dare to think about it, he was scared, he didn't know what terrible punishment was waiting for him in this hell. However, it would never be lighter than the previous two formations, all he knew was the eighteen layers of hell in hell, and the thought of that miserable scene made him shudder. He wanted to escape from this place, and he began to want to abstain from the pass, which had already taken over the mainstream of his mind. He shouted his opponent's name in his heart, and he threw in the towel!

But after thinking about it again, he still forcibly wiped the fear in his heart into his stomach, because he thought of his future, thought of the big man he was loyal to, if he shouted surrender now, the whole academy would know that his reputation for cowardice would soon spread throughout the entire world of martial masters, and how would he mix up when the time came? This is the last level, although he knows that it is impossible to win, but he will not die in the battle, this is not a private fight. The young man would never dare to kill him, after a painful meditation, let him figure it out, no matter how terrible this battle is, he will never shout to surrender, and he must not become an abandoned son who will make others look down on him, as the saying goes, "stay in Qingshan, don't be afraid of no firewood", as long as he doesn't die, he can still be next to that big man, he will have the opportunity to find Wan Zihong again to take revenge, if he abandons this opportunity, everything will be over. He didn't expect that this array would be weirder than the other, and he couldn't find a flaw!

He was powerless to resist and followed the two ghost heads forward, there was no light source in the world here, and there was indeed a faint white light everywhere, the light was not very strong, and it could indeed allow him to see the situation clearly. The ground here was red soil, surrounded by trees and grass, and the place they went was like a plain, like a basin, surrounded by rolling mountains. He saw a standing stone tablet of the eighteen-story hell, a bluestone monument more than ten meters high, inserted in the ground in front of him, and a big red character with "Eighteen Layers of Hell" engraved on the top, and the Yin seal of the king of Yama below, which must have been mentioned by his old man's own handwriting!

"Hades let you die in the third watch, and you can live to the fifth watch, hehe, now say that admitting defeat will save you the pain of life as death, otherwise after going down to the eighteenth layer of hell, there will be countless tortures waiting for you, and you will die without condensation. The two ghosts in front of him seemed to be talking, and they wanted to take the opportunity to persuade him, and they sang and said to each other.

"Again, a conspiracy!" thought the God of Food, frowning. Suddenly, the scalp-numbing screams of the miserable man immediately entered his ears, and he followed the two messengers to the skin-peeling hell. I saw that there was no sky and no sunlight here, all around was a blood-red trance, and there were abundant everywhere around, a square stone case, and a stone pillar two meters high and the thickness of a human waist, there were a lot of "living people" who were tied to this ancient pillar and the stone case, and were receiving the baptism of peeling the skin, the bloody human skin, was peeled off from head to toe one by one, first cut a hole with a knife, those blue-faced fanged hellish ghosts, the kung fu of peeling was really first-class, only to see their neat hands grasp the opening of the skin, "Woo La" With a screaming and scalp-tingling sound, a bloody human skin was peeled off. The intact human skin, in the hands of a blue-skinned and red-haired demon more than two meters tall, was still steaming, drenching in blood, dripping down drop by drop. The skinless and bloody human body that was stripped off twisted and screamed and rolled off the stone case, and it would not die, it was indeed better to live than to die. The bloody body screamed in pain, and kept pumping its body, this terrifying bloody scene made the god of food feel like he had been pierced with a bloody hole by a knife, and he could even hear his own heart hole that had just been opened, snorting and panting.

Immediately after that, countless turnarounds, the same sound of peeling the skin rushed from all directions, as if it could not be controlled, like a tide rushing to the ground, pouring into his ears. The god of food couldn't control his emotions, and even covered his eyes with his hands in tears.

"Is it useful for you to cover your eyes? Now it's your turn, will you surrender or die?" cried the bull head, and the horse face forcibly pulled away the two hands that covered the face of the god of food.

The face of the god of food was like a gossamer, and the forehead with round eyes was full of cyan tendons, still gritting his teeth and shaking his head.

"Ahh The bull head shouted, and several blue-skinned red-haired fanged imps more than two meters tall came up on all feet and eight hands, lifted the god of food hard, and then tied it to a stone pillar, and the smell of blood filled the nose of the god of food, making him nauseous and afraid to let go of his nose to breathe.

"Chila," there was a sharp sound that broke through the air, and the voice poured down from his head, and the heart of the god of food jumped out in shock. He didn't even see clearly how his human skin was stripped off, his body was only a bloody flesh and muscle, his body was still steaming, blood overflowed all over his body, he could feel the muscles and flesh jumping on his body, the pain in his heart seemed to make him faint, but he really couldn't faint, and enjoyed this pain that life was worse than death.

"The leather is very good, and it can make a good handbag. On the side of the horse, holding the bloody skin that had just been peeled off, he shook and controlled the blood in his hand. He could clearly see that the human skin was his own, and it was still emitting the heat of white smoke. The hemorrhoids on his body, the ground scars left during the exercises, the face that he leveled, and all the marks on his hair can all confirm that he is indeed the human skin he wears. He screamed and stretched out his skinless bloody hand, screaming, but he could only scream a bloody "Ahhhhh "Miserable.

Ma Mian ignored him and threw the human skin to a small imp next to him. The hideous demon caught the human skin with both hands, jumped and jumped, ran out, and disappeared from his sight.

"It's not over yet, you have to accept the pain of 100 million peels before you can go to the next level of hell: digging your heart, haha, and then come on. ”

The god of food glared at his own bloody skinless body, and soon a new human skin grew on his own, and his previous complete body state was exactly the same. "Woo-ra. The voice kept ringing, and his eyes were about to burst into pain, and he seemed to be able to see that his eyes were covered with bloodshot veins, and he seemed to feel that he really enjoyed the pain of being skinned a hundred million times.

I don't know how long the pain lasted, when he felt pain again, he was forcibly pulled to a new place by a group of evil ghosts, his whole body was **** naked, and there were still bloody and terrible scenes around him, the scene was much the same, but the bloody scene was indeed replaced by peeling the skin to digging the heart. Countless living people were hanged, tied, and used sharp knives to bring out their hearts alive.

The bloody hearts were dug out, swallowed into the stomachs of the evil spirits who stood in the First Emperor, and then the men screamed, and the stomachs grew and closed on their own again, and then they enjoyed the pain of being dug out by them again. The bull head next to him told him that these people who were gouged out of their hearts and those who were stripped of their skins in prison had done evil things in their previous lives to receive such evil retribution.

The god of food began to tremble with his legs, and he didn't even have the courage to ask anything, so he was ordered by the head of the bull to be tied to a stone pillar, just as the evil spirits beside him were again slashing at him. The god of food trembled and whispered, "Stop, I'm going to surrender." ”

"Stop, stop, stop. The bull head shouted, walked up, pulled off the ring of hard cowhide and looked at him with a smile, his face was all turned into a lump, and said, "I didn't hear clearly what you just said, you shouted loudly, let me listen." ”

"You ******, after I shouted, everyone heard it. You go and tell Wan Zihong that I admit defeat, but I have one condition, that I am defeated and not surrender voluntarily. Because I want face, do you understand!" said the god of food, glaring at the bull's head angrily. --461291cqsqc380-->

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