Love Warriors Cong Liangji

"Oh?"

Jiang Liu was overjoyed, thinking that this time there should be no problem, and indeed he was going to get epic equipment, but the young Yan Mo said later.

"I don't have a holy sword or anything, but I can give you a weapon far more powerful than that—time."

"Huh?" Jiang Liu blinked, looking puzzled.

Give him time?what does it mean?

"The hell in the underworld is an independent dimension similar to the realm recording tape. The flow of time is not synchronized with the outside world. The deeper you go into it, the longer the dimension of time will be. even nearly stationary."

Yan Mo snapped his fingers lightly and smiled heartily.

"In order to thank you for your help, I will send you to hell."

"Hey, bridge bean sack—"

Before Jiang Liu complained, a burst of purple light swept across the field of vision, and Jiang Liu's figure disappeared immediately, leaving only the lonely Emperor Yan Mo in the hall.

"Ahhhhhhh~"

Stretching and yawning loudly, Emperor Yan Mo lay on the throne boredly.

Suddenly, he smiled inexplicably.

"The savior...is he also the elder brother of the savior, there are two human beings whose origins I can't see clearly at the same time, and they happen to be connected...It's really interesting.

Well, what he can get in hell depends on his own creation. "

Chapter 132: Etc., Black Rope, Hezhong—Journey to Hell!

What is the scariest thing in hell?

Ordinary people will probably think that it is all kinds of torture, such as frying pan with knives and so on.But as long as you have a deep understanding of mythology, you will realize that the most terrifying thing in hell is never those corporal punishments, but the weapon that can make all souls despair-time.

If someone thinks that the saying "one day in the sky and one year in the earth" is an exaggeration, then he should really see how outrageous the flow of time in hell is...

Even in the original "waiting for living hell", its time dimension has been stretched to an extremely frightening level.

The human life expectancy is 50 years, the life span of the four heavenly kings is one day and night, and the life span of the four heavenly kings is five hundred years, which is a day and night for living hell creatures...

Not to mention the Abi Infernal Hell behind it, which is already a terrifying number that many fantasy novels don't even mention.

(Just by looking at the numbers, you can tell that this thing originated from India...)

Even if Jiang Liu has stayed here for hundreds of years, to the outside world it may only be a blink of an eye... It seems that he has been given a lot of time to practice, but in fact it is tantamount to putting him in the to death.

Simple: Hell is not a safe zone.

On the contrary, most of the people who fall into this place are sinful guys. If they are heroes who have left their names in human history, they may be accepted by Heroes with higher "authority", but those who are not included can only sink here , Waiting for the soul to be reincarnated after being bleached.

Therefore, there are a large number of resentful souls, evil spirits, weirdness, and even monsters that only exist in mythology. Some of them have been conceptualized and become something similar to "heroic spirits" but opposite in nature.

In this dark and eternal prison where there is no hope at all, all they can do is to keep fighting and devouring until their souls are completely destroyed.

And this is the only kindness that hell has left for them: when the soul is completely destroyed, it will pass through some kind of "hole" and flow out of hell as a new soul after mixing with other things.

Although it is possible to split into several copies, and the next life will definitely not be the original self, there are still many evil spirits who choose to take the initiative to do so to get rid of hell.

It doesn't matter what the Knife Mountain oil pan is, but they can't bear the almost "forever" despair.

Then, as a matter of course, when Jiang Liu appeared in this disorderly hell, he was greeted by a crazy evil spirit who had no desire to talk and could not communicate at all!

Their strength is not considered strong. After all, those who are at the hero level have long been included in the Seat of Heroes, and those who have sunk into hell are only a part of the countless "villains" who have not left their names.

For Jiang Liu, this kind of evil spirit can be easily killed by wielding the Immortal Slash, which is not difficult.

—But there are too many!

Like locusts, it seems that it will never be counted. If you kill one, there will be new ones immediately. There is no end to the battle. Countless evil spirits are entangled with Jiang Liu, tearing at his soul frantically.

In "Waiting for Living Hell", this kind of dead soul can be seen almost everywhere. Jiang Liu, as a special existence, is like a torch, attracting many evil spirits to besiege wherever he is, and he cannot hide himself from the perception of evil spirits by ordinary means. .

He had little free time, never more than a day (physically) of rest.

No one can endure such a high-intensity battle forever, but Jiang Liu cannot avoid it.

And all he can do is stick to his heart and keep killing evil spirits with the blade in his hand.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be assimilated into evil spirits soon, or their souls would be completely broken.But Jiang Liu is different, his will is firmer than anyone else's, and his mental strength is enough to meet the eyes of gods and demons. Even the "mysterious" level can rival the demigods of the age of gods.

A mere evil spirit is not enough to tear his soul apart, it is just like an endless flood, washing away his consciousness all the time, the beheaded evil spirit dissipates into pure malice, making him struggle in the turbid vortex .

I don't know how long time passed, Jiang Liu's consciousness became more and more "heavy", and he almost forgot his original appearance and purpose. If it wasn't for [Anti-Spiritual Pollution], he might have gone crazy.

One thing has been repeated over the long years, and now the action of beheading the enemy is an instinct engraved on his soul, even more natural than breathing.

Unbelievably, his body has never felt hunger or exhaustion, just like a rusty machine, his movements are becoming more and more jerky.

Perhaps because of the special environment of hell, he can directly absorb the magic power from the outside world to support consumption.

Although it is still in the physical body, it is in the state of a servant after all, and its magic power can completely replace the heat generated by eating.

And when he was almost turned into a walking dead, his journey ushered in the first turning point: he left the living hell and entered the black rope hell.

This really cannot be said to be a good thing, after all, in terms of the degree of danger, of course the level is higher than the level, but there are no endless evil spirits on this level, and it can even be said to be extremely empty, giving Jiang Liu a rare rest time .

"......call."

Even in meditation, the movement of thinking is extremely slow. In addition to the devastation caused by the long-term battle, the speed of time may also be accelerated again.

Jiang Liu didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up, his mind was clear, except that he looked at things with a sense of trance, like the aftertaste of a big dream.

It was only when he started traveling in the Black Rope Hell that he realized that he had unknowingly been able to control his domineering aura, and now he could release a coercive domain that exceeded a kilometer range at will, and ordinary evil spirits could be wiped out almost instantly.

This means that Jiang Liu's soul has been polished and tempered to an extremely powerful level after passing through the sea of ​​the dead in the "waiting for living hell", and just exposing the coercion to the outside is enough to defeat the army of the dead.

Thinking about it now, when he was "waiting for living hell", I don't know how many times he was cornered in the siege of evil spirits, and he relied on the burst of domineering color in the limit state to win himself a respite... .. After repeating this process countless times, it will naturally become extremely proficient.

In the Black Rope Hell, those serving their sentence are not waiting for the living hell to collapse, but have adapted to the crazy and twisted world, like a collection of evil spirits.

Different from the previous level, the number of monsters here is not too many, but the individual strength is very different. Some powerful guys already have the power to approach followers.

They have various postures, some are like wild beasts, some are like giants, and some can't see their original appearance at all, just a mass of wriggling flesh and blood, but without exception, these evil spirits are all entangled With dark ropes, they are firmly bound to the ground.

That is the manifestation of "karma", which is just the opposite of "merit". The more sinful a guy is, the harder it is to break free from the shackles of the black rope.

They dragged the black ropes on their bodies and kept turning over the soil on the ground, as if they had been plowed deeply.

And they will still come to Jiang Liu, but not only for fighting, but also because they are longing for Jiang Liu's fresh body.

Jiang Liu draws his sword to fight with them, either one-on-one or one-on-many, but every time he kills an enemy, his blade will cut off more black ropes (karma) and dye them with a trace of ink.

I don't know how long this process took. When he came back to his senses, the knife had turned into a pure black demon knife.

And he also arrived at the next level of "Union Hell".

A class full of temptations and desires - this is the description in the myth.

However, this is not the case. What Jiang Liu sees is a world filled with blades and needlepoints. The flowers and plants are replaced by sharp metals, and bloody swords are piled up to form high mountains. Countless undead and evil spirits are hung on the white sharp blades. , like a mountain of bones.

There is no so-called "enemy" here, only a road full of steel thorns, and on both sides are ferocious sword mountains. Every step you take will risk being cut.

Jiang Liu had to surround himself with domineering energy, so that he could barely walk on this road. Once there was a carelessness, his body would be pierced by an extremely sharp blade, and the vivid pain reminded him where he was again and again.

This was the most difficult journey he had ever taken. At the beginning, he had to stop for a moment every ten steps to regain control over his domineering, and gradually extended to twenty, thirty, and forty steps. .....

There is no cycle of the sun and the moon in this world. In terms of body sensation, Jiang Liu even suspected that he had spent hundreds of years. When he could wrap his whole body with arrogance and walk for thousands of meters with a body almost like steel, he finally saw this layer of hell. the end.

...In the screaming hell, the resentment accumulated by the dead over the years turned into a real voice, making Jiang Liu on the verge of collapse several times, but he even used self-harm methods, and finally persisted again and again down.

In the eight cold hells, the cold air that almost freezes the space makes it difficult for Jiang Liu to move forward. He can only survive by exercising the breathing method to the maximum extent all the time and burning his physical strength without limit.

Later, the speed of absorbing magic power and transforming it into vitality could not keep up with the speed of physical energy consumption, making Jiang Liu thinner.

In the scorching hell, the screaming hell, the great scorching hell... He has experienced countless trials of life and death, fought with inhuman things, and how many times he almost gave up and fell into The walking dead.

But he didn't know whether his life should not be terminated, or Yan Mo was watching him in the dark, but he persisted and did not die halfway.

And his soul and body became dilapidated... and became stronger than ever!

In this way, he came to the last pass——

【Abi Hell】!

Chapter 133: Pretend me, kill me, not me

As the most awe-inspiring layer of hell, Abi Infernal Prison is said to be the scariest place with the most tortures, but when Jiang Liu came here, he was surprised to find that it was far less bloody and cruel than imagined.

This is a grassland shrouded in darkness. Countless stars are reflected in the cloudless sky, guarding the curved crescent moon, which sprinkles cold light on the wind-blown grassland, creating circles of silver ripples.

Among the lush grass, there are a few old swords stuck sporadically, rusted all over the body, and the original appearance cannot be seen at all.

Beauty, tranquility, tranquility...the deepest part of hell is actually like this, and Jiang Liu's astonishment even exceeds the sum of the other layers.

After all, no matter how horrible the torment is, it can be explained by "here is hell". Only this seemingly peaceful scene is the most unbelievable.

The cool night wind blew across the face, and the cold air condensed on the tip of the hair to form a drop of dew, which quietly slid down and dripped on the bridge of the nose. The cold stimulation made Jiang Liu wake up from his trance, and began to look at the surrounding scenery in disbelief.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the higher ground a little further away.

The knee-high grass was bent by the wind, and a thin night mist gradually rose in the air, and on the slightly raised high slope, a skinny figure appeared under the new moon.

Unable to see his face clearly, he just stood quietly under the night sky, holding a tattered Taidao in his hand.

Although he couldn't see his eyes, Jiang Liu somehow felt that the other party was looking at him.

There were no distracting thoughts in those eyes, only a pure and cold killing intent. The person himself was like a sharp demon knife, and he had nothing to do but fight and kill the enemy.

Jiang Liu's eyes sank, and he naturally pulled out the long knife from his waist. After staying in Hell for so long, he was used to fighting any moving objects.

Stepping on the soft grass, the blade rubbed against the night, singing sadly, and swaying along the wind...

It was an old man with disheveled hair. His gray and white messy long hair was as lifeless as dry grass. His thin body with ribs could be seen without any intimidation. Dirty rags hung loosely on his body.

Apart from a rusty Taidao with a broken blade, he had nothing on his body, not even shoes, and his bare feet stepped on the grass like a dead tree.

However, it was such an old man who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, but put great pressure on Jiang Liu.

why?

Her fragile body is as insurmountable as a mountain.

Can't win - this is in hell, Jiang Liu thought of giving up for the first time not because of exhaustion, but because of the gap in strength.