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Many people heard a thunderclap at the same time, followed by the entire Asgard ruins. Everyone subconsciously looked at the side where the sound came from, and then felt the sky above them suddenly darken.

"It's ...... Where is it?"

A dull voice suddenly appeared, as if in everyone's ears. The sound was as if it had just woken up from a deep sleep, but it had a breathtaking feeling. The question had just faded away, followed by another person's voice.

"Am I not dead?"

On this day, the entire Asgard ruins fell into an inexplicable panic. And no matter what happened, it was impossible for An Zheng to know in the first place. He was in a state of extreme darkness, without a trace of light. He felt like he was in a secret passage with no end in sight, surrounded by hard, impenetrable walls. Maybe in the next second, a hand will reach out from the wall and pull him into some unknown place.

However, An Zheng stretched out his hand to touch both sides, but he couldn't touch anything. It was quiet here, and An Zheng opened his mouth to cough to prove his existence. But the coughing sound didn't appear at all, and he suspected that he had lost all his senses. He was sure that his Adam's apple was moving and making a sound, but he couldn't hear it. Neither the sense of touch, sight, nor smell seems to be gone.

It feels bad, very bad.

An Zheng didn't know how far he had to go, perhaps he had sunk into an unconventional space. He knew that when the cultivation world was prosperous, there were many super powerhouses who could destroy the heavens and the earth, and the space that those people casually created was beyond imagination. Therefore, the world is somewhat fragmented, and the space created by force has been shattered, causing a lot of spatial gaps, and if anyone accidentally falls into this kind of gap, he may be immortalized in a way that life is worse than death. Or, it will be torn to pieces by the turbulence in the spatial crevice in an instant.

Suddenly, there was finally light ahead. That glimmer of light is hope for An Zheng.

He sped towards the light, but the light was within reach, but he couldn't touch the light after running wildly for a long time. At his speed, at least a few hundred miles of this period of time had gone out, and the light was still far away in the sky.

"Why are you here?"

The voice suddenly appeared, as if someone was speaking in An Zheng's ear. The voice was low, like that of a middle-aged man. And there is a sense of majesty in this voice, if ordinary people hear it, they may not be able to help but kneel down and worship.

"Who are you?"

An Zheng didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Heavenly Dao. ”

"Phew. ”

The majestic voice seemed to be enraged after An Zheng snorted: "You are a living person, but you have gone into hell, and you are angry with the heavens, I will let you be trapped here forever, but you will not die, and you will be lonely forever." ”

"Then let me practice well, find you, and tear you apart. ”

An Zheng raised his middle finger, he didn't know what it meant exactly, but Ziluo's notes recorded that if he didn't like anyone, he could give him the middle finger. At first, An Zheng even thought it was a curse.

"Stubborn, and has no reverence for the way of heaven. ”

There was a sense of anger in the so-called Heavenly Dao voice: "You will realize what life is better than death." ”

An Zheng said: "If you have the ability, you will kill me." ”

The voice of Heavenly Dao disappeared, and the distant glimmer in front of An Zheng also disappeared. The surroundings were once again plunged into a kind of darkness from which they could not extricate themselves, and An Zheng lost all his senses again. It was pitch black, and he couldn't hear his own voice or see anything around him. He tried to raise his hand and put it in his mouth to take a bite to see if it hurt, but when he raised his hand, he couldn't find where his mouth was.

"Now do you know the fear?"

"-you-mom. ”

An Zheng's answer was rude like an uneducated child.

Heavenly Dao fell silent again.

An Zheng sat down cross-legged, in fact, he didn't know if he really sat down. If you really fall into that kind of spatial crevice, then the only way is to tear the space apart. Either return to the real world, or enter another space gap. At the very least, you can guarantee immortality here, but if you enter a more violent spatial gap, you may not be able to hold on for even two seconds.

It's a decision that can be made without hard consideration, and most people choose to stay for the time being and find a way. But he chose to take the risk.

"I don't believe that you have the opportunity to kill me but don't kill me, it only shows that you are not strong. ”

An Zheng closed his eyes: "Didn't you close my senses? Then I will cooperate with you, not listening, not looking, not smelling, not even thinking." However, any mental attack that makes people hallucinate is mostly based on the surrounding environment and the cooperation of exercises to guide the trapped person into the sinister environment of his own fiction. I see how you guide me, I see how you drive myself crazy. I'll make a bet with you, I'll close myself off, and if you're sure to kill me, you'll win. If you can't kill me, I'll kill you. ”

"Alas......"

The voice suddenly changed, like the sigh of an old woman.

The darkness around An Zheng was dispelled by something, and the light came in an instant. An Zheng's eyes were a little uncomfortable at that moment, from absolute darkness to returning to normal, this change suddenly seemed to be a nightmare that was not a nightmare.

There was a stone bridge in front of An Zheng, which looked very old. Two characters are carved on one side of the stone bridge...... How. On the other side is also two words...... Transmigration.

An old woman dressed in gray cloth sat at the head of the bridge, and in front of her was a table with a cauldron on it. The cauldron was still steaming, and there was boiling water inside. The old woman put her hand into the boiling water and picked out a human hand from it. Perhaps it was because it had been boiling for too long, and when he lifted it, the flesh in the man's hand fell off one after another, and it fell back into the boiling water with a clatter.

The old woman threw away half of her hand casually and shook her head: "When did you fall in, you wasted a good pot of soup on me." ”

She glanced at An Zheng: "The soup is not clean, do you still drink it?"

An Zheng looked at her with interest: "How long have you been boiling this pot of soup?"

"It's been too long. ”

The old woman pondered for a while and then shook her head: "I don't remember. ”

An Zheng laughed: "I have a question I want to ask you." ”

The old woman asked, "What?"

An Zheng: "How did you get me trapped?" ”

The old woman picked up a rag in her hand, which she used to wipe the table, and it looked very black and disgusting. She threw it away, and the black rag immediately turned into a huge black curtain. An Zheng couldn't help but clap his hands when he saw it: "Not bad, it's really amazing." ”

"There's one more thing I want to ask you. ”

An Zheng's smile became brighter and brighter.

The old woman snorted coldly: "I have tolerated you enough, I wanted to stop you from entering hell, you are a living person, and there is no difference between a living person entering hell and those dead ghosts who come in, you have to drink my soup, forget the past and present lives, and then you can be reincarnated." I saw that you were young, and I kindly persuaded you to go back, but you did not know that you had to come in without knowing that you would die. Where are there so many problems, hurry up and drink my soup, and then go to reincarnation. ”

An Zheng: "You should listen to it." ”

He walked around the pot: "I want to ask you, how many people have you killed by pretending to be a ghost here? This is not hell at all, just the gate of hell." You put a pot here, let people drink your soup, and then you're at your mercy, right? You didn't try to persuade me to go back, you just wanted me to think that you were the way of heaven. But I'm sorry to disappoint you, I never believed that there was any Heavenly Dao in this world. ”

Old woman: "Ignorance! I advise you again, drink the soup yourself, or else." ”

"Otherwise?"

An Zheng suddenly stepped up with an arrow, and before the old woman could react, An Zheng grabbed her neck with one hand, and grabbed her scalp with the other hand and tore it down: "Show me my original form!"

With a hiss, the layer of human skin was torn off alive by An Zheng. And the horror is that there is not a bloody body below, but a dried corpse that has turned yellow. It looked at An Zheng with a frightened expression, trying to struggle but couldn't get out at all. An Zheng looked at it coldly: "You have approved a layer of skin, and you can't hide it from my eyes." You're not worth mentioning at all, it's just a hoax. Something as weak as you is, I can crush you with one finger. ”

The corpse screamed bitterly, and the yellow-green teeth in its mouth emitted a foul stench.

"There are strange things outside the gates of hell, and inside hell there is a lot of chaos. ”

An Zheng pinched the neck of the dried corpse: "Is your soup delicious?"

The corpse froze for a moment, then struggled even more violently. An Zheng punched it in the lower abdomen, and the dried corpse immediately stiffened and screamed in pain. An Zheng picked up the pot and poured it directly into the mouth of the dry corpse. The boiling soup poured into the stomach of the dried corpse, and its purple flesh was burned and peeled off one by one.

An Zheng casually threw the dried corpse out, and the iron pot smashed on the corpse's head.

"In the world I do good and punish evil. In Hell, I was the same. ”

An Zheng stepped on the skull of the dry corpse with one foot: "Whether it is the world or hell, even the way of heaven has no meaning in front of me, I am humane." ”

He kicked the headless corpse away, and strode onto the bridge. With each step, dense runes will appear on the stone slabs on the bridge, and as An Zheng's footsteps leave, the runes will dim. Now that he has arrived here, An Zheng has nothing to worry about, only to find a monk and bring him back. The bridge didn't seem to be long, but it seemed that An Zheng had crossed two worlds.

On the other side of the bridge, on the bank of the river, there are many bright red and bright red flowers. These flowers look special, there are no leaves, only stalks and flowers. From a distance, it was quite beautiful, but when you looked closer, you realized that the flowers looked like human mouths with red tongues stuck in the stalks.