"Ka..."

The silent blood pool hell, although the crack sound is not big, it is very obvious.

"Hoo..."

In the dark, a black impermanence wearing a impermanence mask came and swam away, but he didn\'t notice anything unusual.

"Don\'t make small moves!"

Black impermanent\'s voice is extremely hoarse, like the collision of gold and iron, which makes people feel sick.

"Hooded boy who doesn\'t dare to see people."

Miedu reversed his previous attitude towards Guo fan, raised his neck and said, "do you know who the people here are?"

"Be polite, or you\'ll look good when the poor monk unties his shackles!"

"Hum!"

Black impermanence Leng hum: "the tortured ghost dares to talk big."

"Don\'t say that at this time, you are really lucky to regain your freedom. You think I\'m afraid you won\'t succeed!"

Black impermanence has a high status in the hell, second only to ghost Shuai and judge. He is also an expert at the peak of vigorous Qi.

In terms of strength, it may not be much weaker than the leader of the 18th National Congress.

"Just talking, not practicing fake moves."

Miedu winked at him: "if you have the ability to let me out, let\'s fight with real knives and guns?"

"Look who\'s good!"

"Idiot."

Black impermanent\'s voice was full of disdain: "you think I will be fooled. Be honest, so as not to suffer from flesh and skin!"

"Brother."

Qingjingzi sighed and said, "we didn\'t make any small moves. It may be that the vibration from the top yesterday spread to the bottom."

"This is normal!"

"Ka..."

Just at this time, there was another crack sound from the rocks in the distance.

"Here."

Qingjingzi quickly blinked and motioned, "what did I just say? This sound is very normal."

"Hum!"

Black impermanence snorted and scanned the audience again.

He intended to sit here, but finally he couldn\'t stand the cynicism and left.

"Ka..."

A moment later, the crack came again.

Qingjingzi\'s eyes are closed, her eyebrows are slightly locked, and her body trembles from time to time.

And every time.

There will be a crack sound from the rocks not far away, as if the rocks inside are cracked.

The same is true.

Under his strong vibration, the crack not far away was slowly expanding and dipping downward.

I don\'t know how long it took.

"Hoo..."

Qingjingzi opens his eyes, which are full of fatigue.

"It\'s hollow below. It should be a place."

"Miedu, it\'s up to you!"

"Yes."

Miedu nodded, his body lying in the blood pool, and looked down at the small crack below.

His face was dignified, and there was an aura in his eyes.

"Mami, mami coax..."

He spoke the truth, shook the void, and immediately a gentle force went down more than ten feet along the crack.

Finally fell into an empty place.

The sound wave vibrates and feeds back the internal environment.

"It\'s her!"

There were waves on the surface of Miedu, but then he settled down and spit out the truth again towards the crack.

"Well..."

"Moo..."

His voice was not loud. Even Guo fan, who was nearby, couldn\'t hear it if he didn\'t pay attention.

But the sound wave condenses, spreads downward along the subtle and distorted cracks, and finally falls on a person.

Sonic shock!

Like a soft palm power, it crosses into Baihui above the person\'s head to stimulate the sleeping body and spirit.

Each byte spits out a wrinkle on the extinction surface, and the essence, Qi and spirit are weakened.

After more than ten words, he was already with vicissitudes of life, haggard and paralyzed in the blood pool.

"Monk!"

Qingjingzi\'s eyes beat.

"No, forget it!"

"Moo!"

Miedu doesn\'t answer, but his eyes are lit like a spark, hot and clear, and the truth in his mouth is constantly.

"Forget it!"

Someone sighed, "she can\'t wake up. It\'s the Lord of hell who drives the existence of the top ten ghosts."

"Well..."

The truth rang out, and Miedu was weak in limbs. Even his flesh and blood seemed to have withered.

"Monk."

This time, even the evil god of the evil words slowed down his voice: "you don\'t have to work so hard."

"There are so many of us. It\'s estimated that you and qingjingzi can last for a few years. It\'s really... Unnecessary."

"Bam!"

Miedu spoke again. His body shook and his head touched the ground, but he still had to struggle to speak.

"Hoo..."

Just at this time.

A cold wind suddenly floated out of the crack and made everyone hold their breath.

More than a dozen eyes twinkled with surprise.

Guo fan\'s eyes flickered.

Who is it that makes these top experts in the Jianghu expect so much?

Infernal hell.

A dead place.

Darkness enveloped everything.

At the bottom of this hell, however, a man knelt down and his body was tightly bound by special chains.

All over the body, more than 300 orifices and acupoints were pierced by gold needles.

At the Dantian place, a thumb thick chain runs through the body, and I don\'t know where the two ends extend.

If you can ignore the darkness, you can see that it is a skeleton with completely withered muscles.

Only skin and bones are left.

On the body, there is no vitality.

A moment.

"Shua!"

In the dark.

A pair of eyes like the purest eyes in heaven and earth suddenly opened, blooming an unparalleled halo.

"Thank you, master."

The hoarse and weak voice vibrates the void and is also transmitted from the upper blood pool hell.

"Just wake up."

Miedu was lying on the blood pool, dying. When he heard the speech, he forced a smile.

"It\'s great that you can wake up, benefactor!"

"Wait for me three days."

The voice sounded from below again. This time, the weakness was no longer, but very transparent.

"Master, hold on!"

"Of course."

Miedu closed his eyes and only murmured in his mouth: "I still want to see Xianrong again. How can I die at this point."

"Three days, three days..."

His body sank slightly, and his breath fell into some kind of silence.

In the field.

There was no sound.

"Who is he?"

Guo fan opened his mouth and broke the silence.

In the volcanic hell, when Qianji came to save people, Prince Zhu Fu