The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

No one gave the ghost messengers this answer, they could only stand in place like everyone else, watching Yan Cangming crawl towards the next floor step by step.

Every deeper level, the greater the pain.Although Hades released the water, he was able to endure until now, but it is not just physical pain, but also mental torture.

For seven full days, Yan Cangming climbed to the No.17 floor.

In the dark alley, there was only a dim yellow lamp hanging there, and under that lamp lay a bloody man.

The flesh and blood all over his body seemed to be cut open by wire, with dense red lines criss-crossing.

The clothes are ragged and torn, and the burned meat can be seen in different shades.

Her lips seemed to be dry and chapped because she hadn't drank water for a long time, her eyes were scarlet, and she was a little confused, lying there, panting lightly.

As long as you pass this long corridor, you will be on the deepest and most terrifying floor of hell.

Yan Cangming was in so much pain that he couldn't feel it anymore. Every step he walked was very difficult, blood was dragged all over the ground behind him, but in order to be able to stand cleanly in front of Xunli.

Yan Cangming still shook his hands, tore off his underwear, and wiped off all the dirt and blood on his face.

Yan Cangming smiled wryly all over his body, and took out a set of clean clothes from the storage bag he carried with him, and put them on slowly, covering all the scars on his body.

He doesn't have enough magic power now, so he can't cast spells to cover up.He could only rely on the man's method, Yan Cangming spent an entire hour just cleaning up such a simple thing, and his face was pale and sweating profusely.

Yan Cangming stretched out his hands and continued to climb towards the eighth floor step by step.Soon, the whole person was hidden in darkness.

After walking for a while, Yan Cangming would stop for a while, wipe the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, and then wipe the blood from his sleeves before he started on the road again.

He always has to clean up before he can go to see the master.

soon……

A beam of light appeared in front of his eyes, Yan Cangming's eyes widened in disbelief, and he hurriedly stumbled over.

But as soon as he went out, Yan Cangming saw a miniature version of himself, kneeling stubbornly on the main hall of the Demon Realm. His upper body was naked and covered with welt marks. Hit him.

Yan Cangming's eyes suddenly turned red, and a vicious curse sounded: "You are a vile bastard! You are just like your mother! You are both heartless waste! You little bitch!"

Still young, he could only stare at his father stubbornly: "Mother is not! She is aboveboard, and she would never do such a thing!"

Snapped!The loud slap made the young him fall helplessly to the ground.

Immediately, there was a severe pain in the abdomen, and the whole person was kicked to the wall, then fell down hard, knocked over the candlestick, and burned his back.

The shrill screams echoed throughout the main hall.

However, his father's anger has not been extinguished. The young him passed out in severe pain.

The dark period deep in his memory, the memory that he hated was dug out again, Yan Cangming could not stop trembling, hatred, resentment, unwillingness, began to invade his brain again.

The screen flips...

He finally survived the childhood that he hated deeply, but was sent to Emperor Jue Xianzong by his father as a spoil of war.

The magic power is sealed, he can't survive without eating like in the demon world.In order to live and understand the world, he can only break through the world with his bare hands.

From gnawing leaves and eating grass roots at the beginning, to robbery, murder, being chased and beaten.Later, when he was dying, he met Immortal Xunli who was traveling abroad.

Almost at a glance, Xunli knew that he was a demon, but he still brought him back to Xianzong.

He thought it was the light of his life.Never thought, but it is another gate of hell.

Because of his status, even though Xunli accepted him as his disciple, he never ignored him.Although most of the disciples in Xianzong are righteous, there are also some idiots.

Without magic power, compared with a cultivator, he can only suffer endless oppression.His master had never looked him in the eye.

Yan Cangming hated, hated everyone in the Demon Realm, the Cultivation Realm, and the God Realm!

In Emperor Jue Xianzong, after year after year, Song He went out to practice, but unexpectedly said that he would take him with him.

Yan Cangming didn't feel any joy, he only knew that maybe he would never come back this time.

There was no other way, he had no choice but to let go of his posture for the first time, and beg his master almost humbly.But his master ignored him indifferently.

he hates...

He could only go, and there, it was another purgatory.

Song He stepped on him and became a grandmaster of a generation, admired by thousands of people, and even since then, he has become the apparent leader of the Emperor Jue Xianzong.

And because of Xun Li, he couldn't kill him, and he didn't dare to kill him!Under the huge psychological torment, he did many, many things that hurt Xun Li.

Whatever Xunli dislikes, he does.In the end, it almost caused an irreparable situation.

The nails are deep in the flesh, and the past is vivid.

Yan Cangming was full of resentment, getting heavier and heavier, the devilish energy was so strong that it almost overwhelmed the gloomy atmosphere of the underworld.

Hades was once again restless, rushing to hell with his robes in his hands: "Mother! Mother! I just said that kid is unreliable and unreliable. What will happen when he demolishes the hell I built?"

But soon, Hades stopped.

Because that strong resentment and devilish energy is gradually dissipating.

"Think good, don't hold evil." The gentle and familiar voice made Yan Cangming raise his hands in panic, covering his face.

The magic pattern is fully displayed on it, and a pair of red eyes are ugly.

But soon, the sound disappeared.

Yan Cangming's heart ached, the pain was unbearable, he couldn't help but hunched his waist, covered his lips and coughed for a while, his eyes were filled with tears, he took several deep breaths before he completely calmed down.

But after a stick of incense, Yan Cangming heard that familiar voice again.

"I read this sentence in a book many years ago. I raised a disciple before I was alive. He lived a miserable life and had too much obsession in his heart. I pretended to be ignorant and wanted to lead him out of his heart." Knot……"

Yan Cangming's whole body was extremely stiff, there was a dazzling light in front of his eyes, the heartbeat that did not belong to him began to beat violently again, he couldn't see who was at the end of the light.It's just that I have a thought in my heart...

Rushing over, breaking through this fog, maybe you can see the gods that belong to him.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Cangming frantically ran towards the end of the light.

"Then, Uncle Bai, you have been in hell for many years, don't you miss him?"

Uncle Bai...

Yan Cangming helped to look over, but saw a group of teenagers sitting or standing, surrounded by a man in white.

With only a back view, Yan Cangming lost his voice with tears in his eyes.