Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 301 The Most Sad Hell
Worshiping the moon was forced back again and again by the strong energy and scorching heat. Even if the magic weapon was sacrificed, it would not help. When Jiang Xiaoliu woke up from the retreat, his bones were crackling, his blood was circulating slightly, and the thunderstorm roared in his body, as if he was hiding A prehistoric monster.

"Master, Master, have you succeeded in cultivation?"

Baiyue was surprised and delighted, the stronger Jiang Xiaoliu was, the higher the chance he would pass through the Shura world on the ground, and the greater the chance of being able to lurk in front of the holy king in the world.

"Well, my strength has improved a lot, and I am now in the realm of a fairy, but even if my strength is a hundred fairy, it will be my blood food."

Jiang Xiaoliu said proudly, Shura is bloodthirsty and ruthless, and usually fights against the Three Realms, and eats the enemy directly as rations. His powerful digestion ability can directly refine and clean the gods, arhats, and demon kings of the same level.

"Bai Yue, what is the third hell?"

"What?" Baiyue said in surprise, "Master, you can't make it through the barriers in a row!"

Jiang Xiaoliu nodded.

"Master, although this hell does not mean that the first floor is more difficult than the first floor, but if you don't make some preparations and understand in advance and enter rashly, you will basically die without life."

Baiyue persuaded worriedly.

"What are you afraid of? As a teacher, you have always been diligent and brave in your practice, and you have never looked forward or backward. Otherwise, how could you have cultivated such supernatural powers?"

Jiang Xiaoliu patted Baiyue on the shoulder and said: "You prepare the food and wine, come out for the teacher later, let's celebrate."

The third level of hell is the Hell of Resentment.

Resent heaven and earth, resent people, things, and all beings.

Jiang Xiaoliu didn't get lost in the same countless life cycles, but was like a bystander, ignoring himself who was full of resentment in each life.

That kind of extreme resentment makes every life miserable, and after death, it must turn into a resentful spirit, be an evil party, and finally be cast down by righteous people to eliminate demons, or caught by demons and refined into magic weapons.

But Yu Jiang Xiaoliu's soul is extremely strong at the moment, and his mind was not affected by the resentment, but he was able to actively withdraw from the illusion of reincarnation.

This level of hell space is gray and black, full of dizzying negative breath.

Even though Jiang Xiaoliu had the experience of the first two hells, he was still suppressed by the negative emotions of resentment, and his bloodthirsty aura surged, and it took him a long time to suppress it.

Every person, every creature, and even every god and Buddha will have resentment.

There are big and small things to complain about, some people who complain are deep in the city, and some are impatient.

Those who can't hold their breath are naturally more likely to offend others, and are more likely to be hated by others, and the most important thing is that there is still nowhere to vent their grievances, but they accumulate more and more, and it is themselves who suffer in the end.

But Chengfu is deep, although looking for opportunities can get back the place, and it doesn't let people easily grasp their weaknesses and handles, but if they endure it for a long time, their psychology is easy to be distorted, easy to go to extremes, and often erupts are more terrifying. On the contrary, it is not as good as Shen Bu Don't worry, these people don't dare to do anything too extreme.

But these two kinds of people are not people who are enlightened and resent hell.

Resentment is actually dissatisfaction and resistance. Although it is different from hatred in form, it is the same in essence.

This word is interpreted from the heart, it is the grievance in the heart, there is resentment towards oneself, others, and everything in the world. If you want to resolve it, you can only dredge it, and you cannot suppress the ban.

Blindly suppressing resentment is filling explosives into the detonator, and waiting until the day it is filled is the judgment of destruction.

However, it is different to clear the grievances and make the thoughts clear.

Jiang Xiaoliu scratched at his heart, and captured a cloud of black wriggling gas, which was the resentment and heart demon he had experienced in countless reincarnations.

Heart demons are no better than heavenly demons.

Heavenly demons are invisible and qualityless. Every time a monk breaks through the realm, they will come from outside the sky. It is to arouse the monk's inner demons, let him go crazy, and be taken advantage of by the heavenly demons.

And at this moment, what Jiang Xiaoliu caught was the formed demon.

Caught in his hands, the inner demon howled mournfully, transforming into various appearances, there are hundreds of them, and coincidentally, these thousands of appearances belong to every life of Jiang Xiaoliu's reincarnation.

Jiang Xiaoliu was unmoved, and spewed out a mouthful of pale golden flames. The heart demon was roasted and dripped black oil, which quickly dissipated.

The moment the inner demon disappeared, Jiang Xiaoliu felt that he had clear thoughts, quick thinking, pure and flawless soul, and exquisite body. The witness exuded a comfortable spirituality from the inside out.

"Master, why are you so fast?"

In the Hell of Resentment, nine out of ten Asura adventurers fell into this level. They could not bear the true meaning of resentment, and they couldn't understand the good intentions of Patriarch Styx in setting up hell.

But Jiang Xiaoliu is a different kind, possessing the soul of a human race and the body of a super Asura, not only has he practiced rapidly, he has gained a lot especially against the [-]-level heart-refining hell of Patriarch Styx, and his strength has also improved rapidly.

"Baiyue, you have prepared a lot of food and wine, but you have learned something for the teacher, you must strike while the iron is hot, and rush to the next level, otherwise the aura will be lost, and it will be difficult to regain it."

Before Baiyue could say anything, Jiang Xiaoliu turned his head and went into the next hell.

To hell.

There are thousands of reincarnations, and each life is extremely miserable and very difficult. Although no enemies come to the door, no evil spirits make trouble, and he has lived to a hundred years old, but he would rather not have this hundred years old.

Because every moment is suffering, the life is too hard, most of it is the lack of material, and the last few reincarnations are rich and powerful, but there is no happiness at all, the life is even more bitter indescribable.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoliu has withstood all kinds of blows, and has been noticed by countless bounty hunters. However, Jiang Xiaoliu has just achieved great feats and is consolidating his cultivation, so the power of Qi and blood can't help but escape. This insignificant energy and blood scared all the bounty hunters out of their wits.

These hidden bounty hunters were hired by the old ghost to deal with Jiang Xiaoliu. They thought it would be very easy to pinch them with a handle, but now it seems that they may be able to wipe them out with a casual punch. .

"Baiyue, I feel someone is watching, you must be careful."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Xiaoliu disappeared in place.

The saddest hell.

There is a non at the top, and a heart at the bottom. The so-called non-heart is compassion.

What is not the wish of the heart is compassion.

There is compassion, compassion, compassion, and sorrow, pain and regret.

The reincarnation of the sad word begins, and Jiang Xiaoliu's generations end in tragedy. This kind of life is particularly difficult, far exceeding the previous three hells, and no matter how hard he struggles, it is of no avail.

Jiang Xiaoliu's pure and innocent state of mind was immediately filled with black silk again. This time it was not bitterness, hatred, or resentment, which could not be resolved at all. In reality, Jiang Xiaoliu was also full of snot and tears.

Each of these lives is simply tormented, and those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

Gradually, Jiang Xiaofluid began to lose weight, the power of Qi and blood began to decline, and the power of the soul was also blinded, and the situation deteriorated sharply.

(End of this chapter)