BOSS is working hard

However, being cheated by a group of old people with dirty minds, I feel that I have lost all my 200-year-old face.

Zhuang Jing was furious but helpless, in this situation he only has a spiritual body, and he doesn't know what is going on with his physical body.And here, for some unknown reason, he had tried various methods to get out since he woke up, but nothing came of it. Instead, he consumed too much of the already damaged soul and spirit body, which made him a little weaker.

Although the aura here is thin, it is better than nothing, so Zhuang Jingyu simply calmed down and used the aura to repair his soul power.

Practicing meditation is often a long time for monks, but it is only a blink of an eye. By the time Zhuang Jinglu opened his eyes again and finished his practice, he did not know how much time had passed.He was still in the boundless darkness, with one or two spots of fluorescence occasionally appearing all over his body, nothing changed at all.

And Zhuang Jing's recovery from cultivation was actually because he seemed to hear something vaguely.The voice was sad, angry and hopeless, and Zhuang Jing could even feel some faint breath of death spreading.

sound?He didn't know how long he had been in this ghostly place where he couldn't see his fingers. Why did he suddenly cry?

Yes, it is crying.Almost a desperate cry.

And the sound is coming from one direction, what does that mean?Zhuang Jing's face was filled with joy, and he flew towards the source of the sound, and when he was close to the source of the sound, he felt the faint but real space folding fluctuations.

Without thinking about it, Zhuang Jingxuan raised his hand and hit a spell, followed by others.The formation trembled, Zhuang Jing finally found the door, and the eyes were blinded by the flames.

What the eyes see is the fire that illuminates the night, and the flames roll around everything that the eyes can see.Limbs and arms were broken on the ground, and corpses were scattered all over the field, but there was only one person crying.

A child was lying on the hill where the corpses were piled up, covered in blood stains, and his small face was covered by blood stains and hair.

He opened his mouth wide and cried heart-rendingly, "Father, dad, wake up! Mother, little sister, wake up, don't leave me alone..."

"Why...? Why did it become like this?" Yan Wuyu was standing on top of the corpses of blood relatives. During the day, everyone was still alive, but when the night fell, everything changed.The original territory of the Yan family became purgatory, but everyone in the Yan family protected Yan Wuyu until death, even his sister Yan Qinghe was not spared, and together they became a corpse protecting his life .

Why?Why did God treat him like this?Let him watch his blood relative die before his eyes, but leave him alone so that he can't die!

"Why... damn those people, why destroy my entire Yan family! Why!"

In the palm of Yan Wuyu's hand was holding a simple and simple plaque that he had worn next to his body since he was born, but now because of anger, the strength in his hand was almost so strong that he wanted to insert the plaque into his flesh and blood.And his lower lip became bloody and bloody due to his biting too hard, and the bright red hot blood dripped down his jaw and finally landed on the sign he was holding tightly in his hand.

A mutation happened, and when Yan Wuyu didn't notice it, the brand burst into light in vain, and the soaring temperature made Yan Wuyu almost throw the thing out of his hand.

In this fire-refining hell full of limbs and broken arms, the brand in his hand, which had no material or even a distinctive feature, burst into flames covering the surrounding sea of ​​flames, stinging his eyes like daylight.

Yan Wuyu opened his eyes in a daze, and two streams of warmth gushed out of his tear-drained eyes because of the stinging pain, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

In the day-like aurora, a whiter whiter than the daytime appeared in front of his eyes, standing proudly in mid-air, with three thousand black hair automatically dancing like a demon without wind, a silvery white looming on the sideburns.

At that time, Yan Wuyu was struggling in the sea of ​​corpses, like a ghost crawling out of hell, ugly, angry, desperate, and longing for redemption.And that whiteness is like a real immortal from the upper realm who has fallen from the mortal world above the nine heavens, proud and innocent, as if there is no existence in the world that can catch his eyes.

But now that person is looking at him who is dirty and desperate on the ground, and staring at him.

Between the opening and closing of those two thousand thin lips, Yan Wuyu heard a cold voice, and the man said indifferently: "Do you want to take revenge?" The questioning words were in an affirmative tone.

Salvation or depravity, it doesn't matter when Yan Wuyu holds the man's outstretched hand.

Heaven produces all things, I want to go against the sky, who can stop me!

——End of extra episode——