The space here is not large, especially for monks. Although it can accommodate about 4,000 people, most of them are just crowded in a small area, and they torture each other for hundreds of years.

Thousands of years have passed.

Liu Mang shuttled among the monks and began to gradually discover the fact that among the five attributes of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, there was only no fire cultivator here, and there was no one except him.

When he was wondering, a peak Wood Sage appeared and stopped Liu Mang: "Don't try to do what you want to do. Some people are willing to accept such eternal life."

Liu Mang asked doubtfully: "Who is your Excellency?"

"The leader of the Aoki Sect, Chen Feng!"

Chen Feng has been here for 1,700 years. When he came, he was just an ordinary fighting saint, but now he has reached the pinnacle.

Liu Mang shook his head: "I have never heard of it. You are very strong, but you can't stop me. Unlike you, I will not sit still and wait for death."

Wood Saint Chen Feng, carrying a green flute on his back, with a thin face, said coldly: "Some people are dead, but they can only live. Some people are alive, but their hearts have died long ago. You go and save them."

They, on the contrary, harmed them."

"I have my own rules and I don't need to ask for your opinion." Liu Mang raised the Dragon Magic Sword, "Although I can't kill you, there are still many ways to shut you up."

"You are just a middle-grade Fire Sage, where do you get the courage?" Chen Feng was amused, thinking that Liu Mang was just trying to hit a stone with an egg.

But Liu Mang really took action. He held the Sky Demon Mirror, his hair dancing wildly in the wind. The Sky Demon Mirror burst out with a burst of dazzling light, which made Chen Feng's eyes blurred and he fell to the ground wailing.

The Dragon God Sword stabbed his shoulder. Liu Mang did not choose to continue downwards, but pulled it out and stabbed him again: "I am a doctor, so I know how to kill you, and I know even better how to make you only feel pain, and

I can’t die.”

The flames appeared on Chen Feng's chest, burning his flesh and blood. Instead of howling, Chen Feng laughed: "Hahaha, but even so, is there anything else that can compare to death? Tell me, you

name!"

"Liu Mang, has the same pronunciation as gangster, it's easy for you to remember." Although Liu Mang is joking about his name, he will not joke about his life. Everyone will be resurrected here, but Liu Mang is not sure about the resurrection.

The person after that is still not himself.

The two people fought again. Chen Feng was a genuine top-grade Wood Sage. Compared with other fighting saints, his strength was more like a ginseng. But he and Liu Mang were destined to be two different people. When Yuxiao faced off,

The moment he took the Vulcan Sword, Liu Mang could clearly feel that Chen Feng was not just idle, but wanted to stop him from the bottom of his heart.

The fervent Dragon God Sword, the flames rolled up air waves tens of meters high. This power was so shocking that the surrounding monks retreated one after another. Looking at this scene, someone blurted out: "Vulcan!"

As soon as the man opened his mouth, he aroused the dissatisfaction of others and was beaten by the crowd, which was miserable. Liu Mang was planning to use this brutal explosive force to persuade Chen Feng to retreat, but he did not expect that Chen Feng would not retreat but advance instead, risking being chopped down.

The danger must also focus on Liu Mang’s fatal part.

Liu Mang's face turned pale, and he understood how terrible a person who was not afraid of death was. The power of fire burst out, knocking him back, and he stood up with a loud shout. With a sharp knife, he cut off even the jade flute, and chopped Chen Feng into pieces.

The ground is full of flesh and blood.

"What kind of power can restore all these things!"

Under Liu Mang's gaze, the pool of flesh and blood gradually gathered together, and then took on the shape of a human. Chen Feng walked out of the flesh and blood again, and asked him expressionlessly: "Are you still planning to come? No matter how many times it turns out,

It’s all the same, you can’t do anything and you can’t change anything!”

Liu Mang looked around. Chen Feng may not be the strongest, nor is he a hero, but his eyes are too vicious. What he sees through is destined to have irreparable flaws.

"Resign yourself to your fate! You can't do anything. People who are stronger and smarter than you have been here for more than five thousand years, and just a fraction of the time will outlive you. You are indeed very strong, you must really

You are awesome, just open up a way for everyone!"

No matter how many times Liu Mang killed him, he would repeat those words every time he woke up, as if he was just doing it for publicity. Liu Mang had forgotten how many times he had killed this person morally, but Chen Feng would only repeat the same words:

"You can't do it, just accept your fate!"

Accepting his fate? If Liu Mang had accepted his fate, he would have been in the wilderness long ago.

Liu Mang chuckled and began to ask some old people about the way to leave here. I didn't find it, but it doesn't mean that these people who have been here for countless years don't know.

Chen Feng looked at this scene and shouted from a distance: "Give up, you will never get out. Just like everyone in this palace, you are destined to suffer!"

At this time, an old man was heard tremblingly: "The god who defeated the flames opened the way from the flames - there are eight doors in total!"

Eight doors!

Liu Mang looked at the four towering walls, and there were exactly eight flame totems on them!

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, all the warriors crowded around and made frightened sounds. Some even squatted down holding their heads, looking very painful.

Liu Mang raised his head and saw the eight flame totems tilting slowly, scorching flames spitting out, and pouring on everyone!

"Ah——"

"Help!"

Various screams were heard. The warriors suffered injuries here that were dozens of times higher than those in the outside world. The pain of their bodies being burned was amplified countless times, which was enough to cause psychological collapse. Many people were directly burned to a bloody pulp.

Fainted, then revived, and was ignited again.

It’s simply purgatory on earth.

There are also some people who are relatively powerful and can survive for a while without being immediately burned and ignited by the flames and turned into ashes.

Only this group of people could see that Liu Mang stood unscathed in the blazing fire. Instead, he stood facing the wind with a heroic appearance. Inspired by the raging fire, he slowly drew out the Dragon God Sword and aimed at the statue of the God of Fire.

Jump up high, kill with the Flame Dragon, and chop away!

"Flaming Dragon Kill!"

The wild fire dragon let out a long and earth-shattering roar and rushed towards a flame totem. The god of fire was furious and spewed out magma, trying to melt the dragon. However, the fire dragon killed by the Flame Dragon was also a flame dragon. Not only was it not afraid of the magma,

Instead, it was like a fish in water, and it bombarded the flame totem, causing a violent vibration!

The flame burning that usually lasts for a long time ended early this time. The flame totem was withdrawn, and many people slowly recovered. Their expressions were just like what Liu Mang saw when he first came in, tired and desperate.
Chapter completed!