Perfect World: From the Middle Period of Chaos

Chapter 137 Hell
The golden fruit is very bright, similar in shape to a plum, and emits a blazing light like a small sun.

The fragrance is tangy, making people feel in a trance, almost intoxicated by this fragrance.

Three plants like golden plantains are shining brightly, and the light and rain flow. Each plant has five fruits.

The fruits are all golden and very dazzling, just like the sun hanging on the branches, and their fragrance can make people intoxicated.

Song Hua picked five or six Yellow Spring Fruits, studied them, threw three Yellow Spring Fruits to Meng Tianzheng, and kept three for himself.

Although each person can only eat one, the effects of eating Huangquan fruit are different for each person.

After Meng Tianzheng took the yellow spring fruit, he couldn't help swallowing, it was so fragrant, but he didn't eat it.

"Everyone has different effects after eating Huangquan fruit. After all, Master Samsara created this place." Huang Nu sighed.

Their remnant souls were brought to this place and stored under the water of the Yellow Springs, in order to restore their true bodies in the future.

"Our current state is just a heroic spirit, a wise heroic spirit." Said the young man carrying the bright fairy golden sword.

They have been in a state of slumber all the time, and they didn't wake up until Song Hua and Meng Tianzheng walked out of their own way and got the evil spirit bamboo.

The movement was too loud, and the area where the two of them crossed the tribulation together was too wide, causing the heroic spirits here to groan, and the entire fairy hill trembled.

It's hard not to wake up.

After that, Song Hua and the two chatted a lot with these young supreme beings, and those people continued to sleep again.

In their words, it will take at least several million years for them to successfully restore their physical bodies.

During this period, some heroic supreme beings under the Yellow Spring River will guide them.

Use some properties of the yellow spring water and some things left by the adults to help them restore their physical bodies.

And there are corpses everywhere here, some are real immortals, some are supreme, and there are countless corpses and heroic spirits below the supreme.

They all rest here.

After the war starts, they will appear again and continue to fight.

"When planting the Dao, let's separate, otherwise I'm afraid that the catastrophe will increase." Meng Tianzheng said, they had experienced it just now.

That kind of world-shocking thunder calamity, even the sky calamity, transformed into various creatures and continents, and they came out from nine heavens and ten earths.

All kinds of avenue fragments turned into weapons to kill them.

They just created the rudimentary form of the road, and they have already caused such a catastrophe. If the body is used as the seed, it will not be more serious.

Even they will die!

But after having Huangquan fruit, there is a sense of security.

Song Hua also nodded after hearing Meng Tianzheng's words. There was nothing he could do. That day's calamity was too terrifying.

The six young supreme beings also left, and now only Meng Tianzheng and Song Hua are left here.

They began to devour Huangquan fruit, and the moment they took it, the fragrance rushed into every inch of his flesh and blood.

The moment the fruit peeled, the fragrance soared to the sky, and they all exuded a strange fragrance, turning into a fragrant person, which made people's eyes glow green.

Moreover, wisps of divine light burst out, circulated in the flesh and blood, and then all concentrated on the center of the eyebrows.

In an instant, countless strands of light were intertwined, gathered deep in the frontal bone, and focused on the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness, and their primordial spirit was growing stronger!

Naturally, Song Hua and Meng Tianzheng would not let go of such a good opportunity, and quickly used the method of tempering their gods to temper their primordial spirit.

Two bright villains sat cross-legged in front of their foreheads, their treasures were majestic, exactly the same as them, like an ancient chaotic god, silent and motionless.

Reciting the scriptures by mouth, ray after ray of fairy light bloomed, surrounded by chaotic energy.

Afterwards, three streams of celestial energy circulated around the fist-high villain.

The two were immersed in a wonderful situation, the divine forging method was being used, forging their primordial spirit, and guiding the power of Huangquanguo to inject in.

The scriptures are mysterious, from the Thunder Emperor's treasure technique to the Six Paths of Reincarnation and Tiangong, etc., they are constantly manifested, and then slowly turned into words, all of which are branded on the villain.

The surroundings are sacred and weird. The Huangquan River is very quiet, as if it is still, but also seems to be flowing rapidly. A dilapidated and simple bridge is located not far away.

There was no sound, only the breathing and chanting of the two.

Some kind of divine light bloomed on them, and some kind of halo shone from their foreheads.

Meng Tianzheng's body is surrounded by yin and yang, and he will die once in his life.

And Song Hua was like a corpse, sitting cross-legged under the fruit tree of Huangquan, motionless, the divine light blooming in his body gradually disappeared, and even Yuanshen went to an inexplicable place.

After a long time, Meng Tianzheng woke up first, breathed out a mouthful of turbid air, and sensed the situation in his body, which surprised him a little.

"The effects of the medicine are scattered everywhere in the body. It seems that there are worlds in the body, and they are also like doors. They are storing a certain power of Huangquan fruit."

After eating Huangquan fruit, it seems that there is no change in him, but the soul has grown stronger, and there are certain characteristics in the flesh and blood.

He turned his head and looked at Song Hua. He didn't know if he didn't look at it, but he was shocked when he saw it.

"What's going on? Where's the primordial spirit of Old Song?!" Meng Tianzheng was shocked, got up quickly, and wanted to go to Song Hua's direction.

But I found that I couldn't seem to get close.

Song Hua's face began to become ugly, sometimes angry, sometimes happy, and finally sad, with fear!

He seems to have encountered something, the primordial spirit has disappeared, but it seems to be in the body again.

The originally calm golden river began to turmoil, and the Huangquan River rumbled, churning up monstrous waves, as if thousands of troops were galloping, and it seemed as if thousands of ghosts were roaring.

The yellow river runs through the void, carrying dead air, extinct vitality, muddy and strange, flowing to the end of the empty and dead land.

Surrounded by hundreds of millions of bones, I don't know how many, and the terrifying bone land is paved with dead bones, old and dilapidated.

At the end of the Huangquan river, there is a vast cliff, and there is a huge volcano below it. The mountain pass is black, like the abyss of hell.

The river fell, lifeless.

Song Hua was pierced by an iron chain, and was pulled to the bottom of the dark mountain pass, surrounded by white bones paving the way, and thousands of feet high bones stood everywhere.

All kinds of wailing sounds came from below the entrance of the cave, one demon god after another was wearing shackles, bleeding, roaring and struggling.

There are also a group of fierce ghosts, covered in white bones and rotting flesh, screaming ferociously there, as if they have been wronged by the sky.

There were also bloody creatures who grabbed the iron chain, climbed up the iron chain, and grabbed Song Hua's leg.

"Damn it!" Song Hua cursed secretly, why did he come here.

Everyone eats yellow spring fruit differently, but why his is the same as Shi Hao's, yet somewhat different.

Before he had time to explore this place, he was pierced through his chest by a white bone iron chain and pulled into hell.

They even went all the way down to the [-]th floor and went through all kinds of torture, so they almost went to reincarnation.

But he still climbed up, and Huang Quanguo's power kept restoring his primordial spirit.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a soaring dead air erupted from hell in the eighteen cities below, and black mist sprayed out like a fountain, directly blowing away Song Hua and countless bones.

Hell rioted, the magnificent crater erupted, and what spewed out was not magma, but white bones, ghosts, and black mist all over the sky, filled with gloom, white bones sticking to rotten flesh and blood.

Song Hua naturally also merged into it, and all kinds of cold and foul-smelling gases continued to enter the body.

Later, he was sucked into the crater by a terrifying force and experienced torture again.

"what"

Song Hua's wailing sound continued to come from the black abyss, the sky rained corpses, and various souls kept falling, and finally the soul body was evaporated by the magma.

The suction was so strong that he couldn't resist at all, so he could only let the torture here be tortured and practiced.

This inhuman torture caused Song Hua a burst of pain, but Huang Quanguo was repairing himself all the time.

His primordial spirit turned into grains of light rain and floated towards the bottom, his consciousness had already fallen into darkness.

At the bottom, there are six huge black holes, exuding a strange atmosphere, and the bright runes are inlaid around the black holes, exuding a strange light.

Cold, dark, and weird, this place is under the Nine Netherworld, in hell, and within samsara.

A flower blooming with fairy light took root not far away, absorbing the Dao rules here, and the swaying aura of the Dao made this place suddenly sacred.

Finally, countless light particles began to appear, and the flower disappeared again.

Light particles drift into the black hole.
Song Hua's consciousness has fallen into a deep sleep, it is too painful, it is the pain from the soul, it is not comparable to the body.

The constant pain can only be resisted by tenacious will, but the benefits are great, and his soul is almost substantive.

It never occurred to him at all that this would happen, not even that there would be a second experience
(End of this chapter)