It was also at this moment that Feng Wu turned into a stream of light and rushed over from the opposite side of the stone bridge.

"Ding Feng... don't!"

Feng Wu's face was extremely ugly. Without thinking, she was about to step onto the stone bridge to pursue Ding Feng. But at the critical moment, the void cracked open and a big hand appeared out of thin air to control her.

"Let me go!"

Feng Wu struggled and yelled.

"Miss, it's irreversible!"

This is an extremely deep voice, containing the rhythm that makes all the gods tremble.

"Fengjiu, I order you to save him and save him!"

Fengwu roared loudly.

"Miss, this is a gate of hell. If you enter, you don't look back. Even if you are me, you will not be able to go in and save people, otherwise I will definitely lose it."

A deep voice rang again.

"Yes, but he...!" Feng Wu sad, "I'm just a little late, a little later!"

"Miss, he still has a glimmer of hope."

"A glimmer of life? Haha, let alone him, even if I enter, this glimmer of life is so slim that I can't catch it, let alone him? The gate of hell, ten deaths are alive, from ancient times to the present, the heavens and all realms, and many powerful bloodlines have been damaged, and he is just an ordinary human race, how can he be lucky?"

"Miss, wait. If you enter the gate of hell, you will get a huge opportunity and usually return within one to three months!"

"Three months, okay, I'll wait. If I can't wait, Huolong Sect, I'll let you be buried with you."

The big hand disappeared, Feng Wu stared at the stone bridge blankly, staring at the other side of the flower, speechless for a long time.

She knows much more about the Gate of Hell than many people.

On the other side!

“Where is this?”

After a while, Ding Feng calmed down. He saw that this was a room, a very dark room, with dark red sewage flowing on the ground, and the air was filled with fishy smell. But when he saw the surrounding walls, he had a cold war and found something wrong at the same time.

"I'm...!"

Ding Feng suddenly realized that he was actually tied up, his hands and legs were cross-shaped and tied to the iron pillars behind him, and he could not move for a moment.

After struggling for a while, it was useless. I forced myself to suppress the fear in my heart, and then I carefully looked at the surrounding stone walls.

The stone wall was dark, and countless ghosts were carved on it, howling, struggling and roaring, struggling and cursing in endless pain, vaguely, Ding Feng seemed to be able to hear their silent shouts.

"What the hell is this?"

Ding Feng asked himself hard, his voice echoing in the room.

“This is hell, welcome.”

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, like the sound of two iron blocks rubbing. It was heard in my ears, but my heart felt scared.

Suddenly, Ding Feng widened his eyes, and the depths of his eyes were filled with fear.

A yellowed skeleton appeared on his left, a living dead man covered in rotten flesh and dewormed appeared on his right, and a little ghost who looked like a ball of black mist appeared in front of him.

"The sins in his lifetime killed eighty-eight people, and now judge them to repay the cause and effect! Little human beings, just try it out, don't die if your soul collapses, gaga!"

The little ghost laughed sharply twice, and the skeletons and the living dead immediately opened Ding Feng's mouth. A rotten finger and a finger bone were pressing his teeth on the left and right, so that the teeth could not be closed.

The fishy smell made Ding Feng feel disgusted, but he didn't care about this and his mind was in chaos.

"Skeleton? Living Dead? Little Devil? Sin of Life, Am I dead?"

Ding Feng was left with fear and confused eyes. Although he practiced martial arts and became a little master, he was still the suppressed good young man in peacetime. He had never seen such a scene.

The black mist gathered in the little ghost's hand and turned into a black plier. It reached Ding Feng's mouth and clamped his tongue.

"Take it out and pull it out, pull out a big tongue..."

The little ghost sang, pulling Ding Feng's tongue out with pliers little by little, but Ding Feng screamed in pain, his face was ferocious, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Finally, the little ghost paused gently, and Ding Feng's tongue was pulled out.

Suddenly, blood flowed like a lot, and Ding Feng spasmed for pain. However, the next moment, the blood flow stopped and another tongue grew in his mouth, but the severe pain still did not disappear, and turned into long needles, piercing his brain.

"Woooooooooooooooo...!"

The teeth were blocked, and Ding Feng couldn't speak at all. The severe pain that was about to faint made Ding Feng give out a fierce look like a hungry wolf, staring at the little ghost opposite, struggling wildly, trying to pounce over and bite the little ghost to death.

"Put the teeth and pull the tongue out, and then pull out a big tongue..."

The little ghost continued to hum a song and poked his pliers into Ding Feng's mouth again.

"Damn it, damn it, what's going on?"

The severe pain hit his nerves. This pain was beyond imagination. He had never experienced it. If it weren't for the strange power that supported it, he would have fainted.

"System, the system comes out to me!"

In his mind, Ding Feng kept a little rational and called loudly. The system that was unfavorable was silent at this moment, without any reaction.

"What's going on? System, system, what's wrong?"

The question was loud and there was no response.

"What the hell is going on? Am I dreaming? Impossible, that kind of pain penetrates deep into the soul, how could it be a dream? It's not a dream, but why can't I get a systematic response...ah..."

Thinking of this, Ding Feng suddenly cried out and his body spasmed.

Ding Feng tasted the tongue as if life was worse than death. After pulling out his tongue, Ding Feng could have a moment of rationality after he took out his tongue.

"The Yellow Spring Water, Naihe Bridge, the Rich Scene, the Three Lives Stone, the Gate of Hell, and then came here, a skeleton, a living dead man, and a little ghost who pulled my tongue... Pulling the tongue, pulling the tongue, can it be the tongue-pulling hell...!"

Ding Feng cried out in terrible pain, completely desperate.

Despair, he was completely desperate, and both physically and mentally were filled with despair!

The pain came in waves, drowning out the reason, and the body kept spasming. In the end, there was no strength to scream, and only the body was trembling weakly.

Ding Feng's half-closed eyes, without a trace of his spirit.

"Take the teeth and pull the tongue out, pull out a big tongue, one, two, three, four, five, six, count ninety, six, and three thousand six!"

The little ghost continued to pull his tongue, and under him, there were already a small pile of bloody tongues.

Ding Feng was originally an ordinary person. Although he was firm in his will, he had never experienced any painful training or difficult training. He had not even experienced many injuries. How could he suffer such torture?

The pain completely drowned his thinking. Seeing that the last little bit of inspiration was about to collapse, the system hidden deep in Ding Feng's mind made a sound.

...

This little devil looks very cute. Be careful, don’t turn off the lights at night, don’t turn off the lights, once the lights are turned off, he will appear on the head of your bed!
Chapter completed!