Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

Li Wudao stared at the dense crowd of crows. Fortunately, he didn't have trypophobia, otherwise he would have fainted directly.

The overwhelming black crows with red eyes instantly enveloped Li Wudao.

Li Wudao held the kitchen knife and chopped for an entire hour without blinking.

What? Are your eyes dry?

I have been pecked blind by crows for a long time, and the juice is flowing freely. Do you want to do it or not? Not only is it not dry, it is also very moisturizing.

After another hour, the battle finally ended.

Crows piled up into hills all over the place, and the bright red blood dyed the earth red. A skeleton stood on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, holding a dark butcher's knife in its hand.

The flesh and blood gradually condensed and slowly transformed into an elegant Immortal. The only drawback is that the Immortal's skin color is a bit dark and the private parts are not private enough...

This was not a problem for Immortal Li. He used black crow feathers to weave a lightweight down brief to block the key parts, and then moved forward steadily with the golden sword!

It took Li Wudao a full day and night just to travel through the Soul-Broken Valley.

He was able to survive entirely by relying on his immortal body. During this period, he changed countless clothes. Don't ask, it was just fur.

After passing the Broken Soul Valley, there was the Soul Sect. Li Wudao looked up at the towering cliffs, and the three characters "Soul Sect" looked a little weird.

This sect almost uses the mountain as a cave, similar to a modern air-raid shelter.

However, the entrance to the cave was majestic, dozens of feet in size. Seeing strangers intruding, the "security personnel" huffed and surrounded them.

"Who are you, your Excellency, who dares to break into our Soul Sect!"

Different from the warriors in the world, these are people who practice magic. To some extent, they are superior to the warriors in the world.

But it's not absolute. There have been ninth-grade warriors in the world who have turned the world of cultivation upside down, cutting seven in and seven out, but that's an exception.

"Tell your sect leader to speak out! Otherwise the entire Soul Sect will be destroyed!"

Li Wudao smiled arrogantly. Facts have proved that he said the most arrogant words and received the most vicious beatings.

The sect leader didn't see him, so he was pushed to the ground and rubbed hard by ten disciples of the Soul Sect.

After a while, he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

There is no need to report this kind of matter to the sect leader. A Soul Hall master would lose his status if he asked.

The Soul Sect is divided into five soul halls, corresponding to life, death, ghosts, underworld, and death.

He was taken to the dungeon and put under the jurisdiction of the Ghost Hall. A disciple reported that the master of the Ghost Hall frowned slightly. A mortal killed the Soul Sect. Could it be a joke?

"Drag it up and let this hall master admire this 'rare thing'..."

Nie Qianying's tone was frivolous and full of ridicule.

Not long after, Immortal Li was tied up with five flowers and carried to the Ghost Hall.

"Gee, that's right. He's still a handsome little brother. Why are you so reluctant to come to my Soul Sect to die?"

"It's true that I'm sending you to death, but I'm just sending you to death."

Li Wudao had a pair of black eyes and blue eyes, but his face was serious. He could imagine Master Ma in the "mouse tail juice" state.

"Oh?" Nie Qianying raised her eyebrows slightly and scolded her disciples: "What did you do? How did you break your head!"

Li Wudao was a little speechless. He had always been the yin and yang of others. This little girl was so tender and supple. How could she speak like an old yin and yang?

"Little sister, I want to see your sect master. This matter is related to the life and death of the entire Soul Sect. I suggest you take it seriously."

Nie Qianying was so angry that she laughed, "Brother, please forgive me for speaking frankly. With your status, you can only see the master of this hall because of the smoke rising from the ancestral grave..."

"So there's nothing to talk about?" Li Wudao also smiled.

"So what!"

The smile in Nie Qianying's eyes disappeared, and like the face of the girl next door, it gradually became cold.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Li Wudao spoke with murderous intent!

"Here comes the knife!" With a roar, the black pig-killing knife was held in the palm of his hand, his body dived, and he sprinted forward.

"Oops..." One of the Soul Sect disciples suddenly stretched out his foot. Immortal Li was knocked to the ground, rolled around a few times, and stopped right at Nie Qianying's feet.

Nie Qianying finally believed that this was not just an unarmed mortal, but he was still holding a butcher's knife.

Her feet as white as milk stepped on the other person's dark chest, and she raised her eyebrows, "That's it?"

The tone was full of teasing charm.

"Whoever gave birth to a son without an ass just tried to mess with me. Young people don't have martial ethics. I advise you to use rat tail juice!" Li Wudao said harshly.

The disciple who had just made a move was ashen-faced and his fists clenched loudly.

Don't hit people in the face, don't criticize people, don't expose their shortcomings, these are the rules!

He just became a father a few days ago. He is a son and has no butthole...

He gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Master, can you hand this kid over to your disciples?"

Huo Xiu, the master of criminal law in Ghost Hall and in charge of prisons. As the warden, Huo Xiu spoke, and there was no need for Nie Qianying to disgrace him.

He waved his hand nonchalantly, "Take him away, ask him about his origins, and remember, don't get him killed."

"Thank you, Master. I will use the shortest possible time to pry open his mouth!" Huo Xiu is known as the Living King of Hell. He has several sets of various torture instruments. The other disciples looked at him being dragged away. The young people all had complex expressions, some were disdainful, some were gloating, and of course, some were regretful.

No matter how dark the environment, there are always good people.

Ye Xiao is such a person. He is very disdainful of what Soul Sect does because he is a two-faced person, commonly known as an undercover agent!

……

In the dark and humid dungeon, Li Wudao was tied up with five flowers. The binding was so strong that it almost cut into his flesh.

Opening the large iron box brought by the two jailers, Huo Xiu's face already showed a perverted sense of satisfaction. The lid of the box was opened, and various exquisite tools were placed layer by layer inside.

Pointed ones, bladed ones, barbed hooks, Emei thorns...twisted ones and powerful twisting ones are all available, it can be called a treasure chest of torture.

Huo Xiu touched this and wiped that, as if he was protecting his child, "Boy, do you know what my subordinates call me? Living King of Hell!"

Li Wudao smiled lightly, showing a simple smile like a black man, "There used to be a pig butcher who also called himself the King of Hell, but he died miserably..."

"Sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. I hope you can smile again soon!"

Huo Xiu was not angry. How did he become the prison chief? He has good skills. Over the years, he has handled not only 10,000 but also 8,000 prisoners.

No matter how hard-boned a monk is, if he survives, he will always urinate and urinate, scream in pain, even wet the bed for a few years, and just want to die!

How much more a mortal?