Tonight, some people are destined to be sleepless and some people miss each other.
However, the disappearing Emperor Yun suffered extreme pain that the undead could not resist in the Purgatory of Death.
In the dark and graceful Xingtian Palace, the tenth prison gate, a black figure stood in the air and was wrapped in a huge black mist.
His long hair flew away, his face was pale, his fox eyes were slightly open, and he was experiencing thunder and as he was experiencing thunder and punishments.
Scratch!
Lightning flashed past, and a thunder rose from the black fog and struck the man alive. For a moment, blood was dripping.
His eyebrows didn't even frowned, but his slightly opened eyes suddenly closed.
In an instant, thunder rolled in the sky, lightning filled the entire Xingtian Hall, and all the life-seeking thunder attacked his body.
"Well..." At this moment, he gently issued the first syllable in his nasal voice. Without pain, he seemed to be whispering.
The pretty figure who had been sitting upright on the high seat and witnessed everything was up.
She looked up at the figure surrounded by the fog and shouted: "Di Yun, you deserve to die! I really want to bear it off with you with my own hands!"
"My vitality has recovered. She saved me. Unless I want to die or she let me die, no one can do anything to me." Di Yun did not look at her, and mocked her while being tortured.
"The Temple has given you a Holy Spirit curse. If you kill someone, you will touch the Heavenly Punishment. You must try all the seventy-two punishments in the Xingtian Palace! For her, it is all for her?!"
"Only by experiencing all the punishments can we break the curse and kill unscrupulously. We didn't meet the person worthy of my protection before, but now it's different."
"Di Yun! I don't agree!"
"You can't help but have sixty-two sentences left, come again."
"Ah——" Di Xue frantically exploded a huge ball of internal force from her palms. Di Yun was pushed into the eleventh prison door like a kite with a broken string.
"It's not worth it!" Before the door was closed, she cried in pain. Although she had witnessed the facts, it was still unbearable to hear him say it in person.
"Anyway, I have to experience it sooner or later, so it's nothing to endure it earlier. I'm willing to exchange it for a long time with her for a long time."
"No!!!"
With a clang, Di Xue's harsh cry was separated by the ruthless prison gate.
Di Yun was silently waiting for the subsequent punishment, without a trace of pain and regret on his face.
In the air, the iron chains with blood-red light shone hard towards his naked upper body, and bright red blood splattered out.
"Cough-" he groaned.
Immediately afterwards, another iron chain followed and covered the blood fountain.
He was covered in blood, but he had no time to heal. Except for being close to the back of the cold iron pillar, Di Yun's entire body was under the attack of the iron chain.
Once, then again, endless cycles, darkness continues in places where no one knows...
"Ye'er."
"Di Yun!!!"
Bai Ye suddenly sat up, with a sweat stain on his forehead.
She looked around in confusion. In front of her, she was still in the inn room, but she seemed to be in another strange and cold environment just now.
It was like hell on earth, with only a dark cage and a torture instrument with blood splattering everywhere.
Her bedclothes were soaked with sweat, and the messy internal force was raging in the room. She grabbed the bed board under her, which gradually sunk, forming a finger-shaped hole, but she didn't realize it.
Is it that hallucination?
Was she the scene she saw in the God-Destroying Formation that day?
But this time I appeared in the dream, it seemed clearer and more...real!