Chapter 427: Uninhibited Confidante in the Underworld Division of Knife Mountain Prison.
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Another female corpse was seen. A slightly humanoid fetus about the size of two fists could still be seen in the waist-high section of the abdomen. [Member Login] The woman had not yet died, and was still waving her blood-stained arms to the left and right in the pile of corpses.
, screamed shrilly from his mouth. "My child! My child!" And the midline of the head was divided into two. He died quite happily, but his brain was gray, his liver and spleen were cyanotic, and his body was red.
Yin Yin's lower body organs and colorful half-sections of intestines were scattered everywhere. How can the word "tragic" be used to describe it?
In addition, there are some people waiting to be slaughtered, whether they are crows flying on the temples, rich ladies with incense in their arms, or unkempt and skinny roadside beggars, all of them have panicked expressions on their faces, struggling hysterically. They look at
The men and women with smooth bodies were trying hard to swing the ropes. Lang Fei's pupils shrank slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at some tortured people hanging on the other side of the mountain of swords. Some were beheaded, and some had only limbs.
There were four bloody holes left in the human stick, and there was also a man who had been executed and beheaded in half with a knife that sprayed out a cloud of blood. What's more, Lang Fei also saw a tall and beautiful woman with dark eyebrows and distant eyes.
A pair of jade girl peaks were cut off from the chest with a sharp long knife that was slashed from top to bottom. In addition to the blood splashing out for several feet with the strong wind brought by the long knife, there were also traces of blood left along the flat lower abdomen until
In the ravine between the two crotches, the sparse female hair outside the Fengliu Cave fell drop by drop, sometimes falling into the dust world and falling into the blood pools on both sides of the mountain of swords, sometimes blown by the wind to the inside of the fresh breasts, along the
The snow-white skin slid down to the two blood-stained white jade lotus roots.
Listening to the woman's screams, looking up to see the mountain of swords, looking down to see the guillotine sea, smelling the pungent smell of rotten flesh and dirty blood, Lang Fei's face turned pale for a moment. Looking around, Yunxia Sect disappeared.
There was no trace of the girls, Yitian Sword, Jialan, or even the people from the Demon Sect. He couldn't help but hesitate, and couldn't tell where he was. Everyone came here with him, but they were teleported to other sights.
Is it difficult to reach, or is he the only one who falls into this hell that resembles the mountain of swords under the jurisdiction of Yincao?[
Just when Lang Fei was about to release his spiritual consciousness and carefully examine his surroundings, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes. He raised his head and looked around, and saw two arm-thick tungsten copper chains flying from the sky, wrapping around him.
, he suddenly heard two crisp sounds of "click, click". When he came back to his senses and looked back, a pair of his arms had been locked.
Surprised, he hurriedly mobilized his inner strength, intending to break the chain. But as soon as this thought arose, the reality was poured down like a basin of cold water. There was nothing in the Dantian, there was no vitality, and there was no golden elixir.
At this time, he was just a mortal. He couldn't break the chains, even if he moved a little.
"Whoosh!" Following the sound of gold and iron, a force from the sky lifted Lang Fei's entire body, hanging on the side of the mountain of swords like the people he had seen before.
At this time, looking at the various long swords with cold light on the surface of the sword mountain, panic began to grow in Lang Fei's heart. After all, cultivators are just human beings with extraordinary power. Once they lose their power, they are just like mortals, facing death.
, will also feel fear, and will also struggle to survive.
Like all the people waiting to be slaughtered around him, watching the robe scattered into pieces under the flying knife, the fear in Lang Fei's eyes gradually grew, and he twisted his body involuntarily, struggled, and roared.
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But no matter how he resisted, the mountain of swords remained the same, and the miserable scene around him remained. In the end, the last piece of cloth covering his body flew down, and under the strong wind, a ghost-headed sword slowly rose from the mountain, and then turned the blade,
Coming straight.
The icy cold light emitted by the sharp blade of the ghost head sword reflected on Lang Fei's pupils. As it approached inch by inch, panic spread in Lang Fei's heart. "Am I... going to die here? That's it.
Died in this demonic palace of unknown origin for no apparent reason? If I had known this, I would not have taken the risk and come here before. If I could safely follow Uncle Yunxia's advice, how could I end up in this situation?"
The faces of Xiaoyun, Xue Ya, Fang Qinghan, Zhu Ganglie and others flashed before his eyes one by one, and the memories of more than twenty years flashed in Lang Fei's mind as if he had experienced it all over again. "This... this is about to die.
Ah! Master...disciple has let you down, and...Xueya, Qinghan, Xiaoyun, and Chu Hailan. I...I..."
At this time, the ghost-headed sword had already shot three feet in front of him. Lang Fei could clearly feel the biting coldness coming from the sharp blade in the air. "Perhaps... I hope that if this sword goes down, it will be able to survive."
It will hurt so much!" The last thought flashed through his mind. Just when he relaxed his whole body and closed his eyes to wait for death, suddenly, a fresh and extremely fragrant aroma floated in the wind. "This... this is...
..." Not only did Lang Fei recognize the aroma that wafted in the moment before he died, he could even be said to be extremely familiar with it.
"Alchemy Qi?" Yes, it was Dan Qi. When the sword came, Lang Fei smelled a familiar fragrance. Before he could figure out the reason, suddenly, the cold light of the ghost-headed sword passed through his eyes,
Lang Fei felt his eyes blurred and couldn't help but close his eyes. But after a while, he didn't hear the sound of the wind and couldn't feel the slightest pain, so he opened his eyes full of doubts.
When he looked up, he was horrified to see that there was no shadow of the sword mountain in front of him, let alone dead bodies, blood and other objects. What came into view at this time was still an empty hall that was the same as before, but it was different from the one just now.
The difference is that at this moment, there are nearly a hundred monks sitting or standing in the main hall. Looking at them one by one, they are not the disciples of the Sixth Dao Demon Sect.
"Huh? This... was... just now... an illusion?" Looking around, I saw different expressions on the faces of the monks. Some looked like fear, some looked panicked, some looked confused, and some were confused.
Their faces were ashen. Looking at them, they were clearly trapped in their own inner demons. In a blink of an eye, they found Xiao Bai'er and Xiao Yu'er in the corner. Judging from their relatively stable breaths, it seemed that nothing serious was expected, so they felt relieved for the time being.
Thinking about the Hell of Sword Mountain that he just saw, Lang Fei couldn't help but reveal a trace of horror. "What I just saw, it was almost like being there. Just like the Dafang Locking Cloud Formation outside the Yunxia Sect's mountain gate, I'm afraid it has such power."
In the blink of an eye, he saw Yunxia, Xuesha, Qingjun, Feng Ming and others still in the illusion. Lang Fei was startled. When he raised his hand to look, he saw the price beads that he had held on his palm during the fierce battle slowly floating out.
A burst of purple elixir energy. "Hey... So that's it. This is really heartbreaking."
But it turned out that after the fierce battle in the front hall, when he saw the same Baizhang Hall again, he just thought that another fierce battle was unavoidable, so he confiscated the price-raising bead, just held it in the palm of his hand, and sealed it with his true energy alone, preventing it from being used.
It was enough to let out a trace of breath. But who could have imagined that as soon as he entered the hall with his front legs, he was trapped in a terrifying illusion with his back legs. If it hadn't been for the ghost-headed sword just now, he knew that he would not escape death, so he relaxed his whole body while closing his eyes and waiting, causing
The true essence that sealed the aura of the Price Bead disappeared, and a wisp of innate elixir energy overflowed, dispelling the demonic barrier that trapped his spiritual consciousness. As long as there was even the slightest difference between them, God knows what would be the result waiting for him at this moment.
After a while, the fear in his heart gradually disappeared. The boy glanced at the good and evil monks with different postures and expressions around him, rolled his eyes, and a ghost idea came to his mind. "Since I woke up first, how can I take advantage of this opportunity to kill him?"
Killing Xue Sha, Yao Yan, Feng Ming and other old ghosts, from a close perspective, it will be beneficial to the next treasure hunt. From a far perspective, this move can also be regarded as an act to eliminate demons and protect the Tao. If the three of them die here, they will definitely die.
It will cause immeasurable damage to the Demon Sect.
"Hehe..." Thinking of what he was proud of, Lang Fei grinned and walked step by step towards Master Feng Ming who was closest to him.
The four pairs of barbs on the left and right sides of the Black Bone Cutting Soul Sword emitted a cold light. As Lang Fei approached step by step, it gradually enlarged in Master Feng Ming's misty pupils.
Just as Lang was flying to his destination and raising the magic sword in his hand, suddenly, a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect who was sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away and had the early stage of Qi Transformation let out a heartbreaking sound.
Lung yelled, his hands were like pliers, and he pinched his neck fiercely. Finally, his face turned from red to white, from white to blue, and he slowly lost his voice.
Seeing this scene, Lang Fei was stunned. Before he could recover, he heard another exclamation. "No... don't!" [
When he turned his head to look, he saw Yamato, who was also in the early stage of Qi transformation and was wearing a coarse cloth, looking up at the sky with a pale face, and at the same time, he was tearing his face, neck, and chest with his hands until they were scratched.
His face was torn, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered with blood. It was too horrible to see. Seeing this miserable situation, Lang Fei was frowning and hesitating in his mind whether to rush to stop him when he saw him thrusting his fingers into his eyes again.
He forced his eyes out.
"Don't..." By the time Lang Fei warned him, it was already too late. After the monk dug out his eyes, he roared hysterically, raised his palm and slapped his head down. There was only a muffled sound, like
Like four pieces of watermelon, red and white things splashed out as the monk's stiff body fell to the ground.
"Alas!" Lang Fei didn't blame himself for the monk's death. In the blink of an eye, he saw Fairy Tongming of the Heavenly Demon Sect rolling to the ground with only one arm left, and the only remaining jade hand was pulling her vagina.
, the silk skirt made a "chichi" sound. After a while, a piece of pink fertile soil with lush grass was revealed. He was watching the actions of the woman opposite him with a dull face, and random thoughts flashed in his mind like he was turning over a book.
, while he was reciting "Sanqing Taoist ancestors above, color is emptiness, emptiness is color", he suddenly saw the woman pointing her fingers into claws, and the long nails that were deliberately left flashed with a soul-stirring cold light. Lang Fei was stunned.
Under his gaze, he suddenly inserted himself into the female household.