Repugnant Gateway

Among the ruins of Xiangong, there are many practitioners from all directions who are looking for opportunities. If they can find any chance to change their destiny in the fairy palace, they may be their only chance.

Many people heard a thunder at the same time, followed by shaking the entire Xiangong ruins. Everyone looked subconsciously at the sound, and then felt the sky above him suddenly dark.

"What is this place?"

A dull voice suddenly appeared, as if in everyone's ears. The sound seemed to have just fallen asleep, but there was a breathtaking feeling. This question just disappeared, followed by another person's voice.

"Am I dead?"

On this day, the entire Xiangong site fell into an inexplicable panic. No matter what happened, Anzheng could not have known it for the first time. He was now in an extreme darkness, with no light at all. He felt like he was in a secret passage with no end in sight, surrounded by hard, unbreakable walls. Perhaps in a second, a hand will be stretched out of the wall to pull him into an unknown place.

However, An Zheng reached out and touched both sides, but could not touch anything. It's quiet and unreasonable here. An Zheng opened his mouth and tried to cough to prove his existence. But the coughing sound did not appear at all. He suspected that he had lost all his senses. He made sure that his throat had knotted and made a sound, but he couldn't hear it. Whether it is tactile, visual, or olfactory seems to be gone.

This feels very bad, very bad.

An Zheng does not know how far he has to go, perhaps he has sunk into an unconventional space. He knew that when the practice circle was prosperous, there were many superpowers who could destroy the world, and the space created by those casually was beyond imagination. So the world has been torn apart, and the space created by the crumbling has created a lot of gaps in space. Whoever accidentally falls into this gap may be immortalized in a way that is better than death. Or, it will be torn to pieces by the turbulent flow in the gap of the space.

Suddenly, there was finally light in front. That glimmer of light was hope for Anzheng.

He rushed towards the bright place, but the bright light was within reach, but he still couldn't touch the light for a long time. At his speed, the speed of this time rushed for at least a few hundred miles, and the light was still far away.

"Why are you coming?"

The voice suddenly appeared as if someone was talking in the ear of An Zheng. The voice was low, like the voice of a middle-aged man. There is also a sense of majesty in this voice. If ordinary people hear it, they may kneel down and worship.

"who are you?"

An Zheng did not answer, but asked back.

"God."

"Pooh."

The majestic voice seemed to be irritated after An Zhengya said: "You are a stranger, but you are in chaos in hell, and you anger heaven, I will let you be trapped here forever, but you do n’t Will die and go on alone forever. "

"Then let me practice well, find you, and tear you away."

An Zheng raised his middle finger. He didn't know exactly what the **** meant, but it was recorded in Zi Luo's notes that if he didn't look good to anyone, he could point his **** at him. At the beginning of Anzheng even thought it was a curse.

"Stubborn and stubborn, and have no awe of heaven."

There is a anger in the so-called heavenly voice: "You will realize what life is better than death."

An Zheng said: "You have the ability to kill me."

The sound of Heavenly Dao disappeared, and the distant shimmer in front of An Zheng disappeared. All around again fell into a darkness that could not be extricated, and An Zheng also lost all his feelings again. It was dark all around, he could not hear his voice, nor could he see anything around him. He wanted to raise his hand and put a bite in his mouth to see if there was any pain, but when he raised his hand he found that he could not find where his mouth was.

"Do you know fear now?"

"Fuck your mother."

An Zheng's answer was rude like an uncultivated child.

Heavenly Dao fell silent again.

An Zheng sat down cross-legged, but he didn't know if he really sat down. If you really fall into that kind of space, then the only way is to tear the space. Either return to the real world, or enter another gap in space. At the very least, there is no guarantee of death, but if you enter a more violent space, you may not be able to hold on for even two seconds.

This is a decision that can be made without hard thinking, and most of them call for a temporary stay to find a way out. But Ann did not fight, he chose to take risks.

"I don't believe you have the opportunity to kill me but not me, it just shows that you are not strong."

An Zheng closed his eyes: "Don't you close my senses? Then I will cooperate with you, not listening, not watching, not smelling, or even not wanting. However, most mental attacks make people enter hallucinations, mostly by surroundings. The environment is combined with exercises to guide the trapped person into his own fictitious and dangerous environment. I see how you lead me, I see how you drive me crazy. I will bet this one with you, I Close yourself, if you are sure to kill me, of course you win. If you ca n’t kill me, I will kill you. "

"Ugh……"

The voice suddenly changed, like an old woman's sigh.

The darkness that followed Anzheng was dispelled by something, and the light came in an instant. An Zheng's eyes were a bit uncomfortable at that moment, from absolute darkness to normal, and this sudden change seemed like a nightmare that was not a nightmare.

There is a stone bridge in front of Anzheng, which seems to be a long time ago. Two words are carved on the side of the stone bridge ... however. On the other side there are also two characters ... Samsara.

An elderly woman dressed in grey cloth was sitting at Qiaotou. There was a table in front of her. There was a big pot on the table. There was still steam in the cauldron, which was boiling water. The old woman reached into the boiling water and picked up a hand from it. Perhaps because it took too long to cook, the meat on the man's hand fell off when he lifted it up, and then fell back into the boiling water.

The old woman threw her half-handed hand and shook her head: "When did it fall in, wasting me a pot of good soup."

She glanced at An Zheng: "The soup is not clean, do you still drink it?"

An Zhengrao looked at her with interest: "How long have you boiled this pot of soup?"

"too long."

After thinking for a while, the old woman shook her head: "I don't remember."

An Zheng laughed: "I have a question I want to ask you."

The old woman asked, "What?"

An Zheng: "How did you trap me?"

The old woman picked up a rag in her hand, which was the rag she used to wipe the table, and it looked black and disgusting. She threw it away, and the black rag turned into a huge shady curtain. An Zheng couldn't help clapping when he saw it: "It's not bad, it's really amazing."

"I want to ask you one more thing."

An Zheng laughed brighter.

The old woman sneered: "I have tolerated you enough. I wanted to stop you from letting you go to hell. You are a stranger, and a stranger enters hell. There is no difference between those dead ghosts who come in, drink me. Soup, forget the past and present life, and then you can reincarnate. I think you are young and kindly advise you to go back, but you do n’t know why you have to come in. There are so many problems, hurry to drink my soup, and go to reincarnation.

An Zheng: "You should listen."

He walked around the pot: "I want to ask you, how many people are you doing here to pretend to be a ghost? This is not a **** at all, just the door to hell. You put a pot here, let People drink your soup, and then you are at your disposal, right? You did n’t want to persuade me to go back, you just wanted me to think that you are heaven. But let you down, I never believed in this world What kind of heaven exists on it. "

The old woman: "Ignorance! I will persuade you to drink the soup by yourself, otherwise."

"otherwise?"

An Zheng suddenly stepped up, without waiting for the old woman to react, An Zheng grabbed her neck and grabbed her scalp with the other hand, tearing it down fiercely: "Show me the original shape ! "

With a hissing sound, that layer of human skin was actually torn apart by An Zheng. And the horror is that the following is not a body with a vague flesh, but a dry corpse with a yellow color. It looked at Anzheng in horror, but struggled but couldn't go out at all. An Zheng looked at it coldly: "You have a layer of skin, but you can't hide my eyes. You are not worth mentioning, it's just a scam. For something as small as you, I just use one finger Can crush you. "

The corpse screamed sternly, and the yellow-green teeth in his mouth exuded a foul odor.

"There are strange things outside the gates of Hell, and I'm afraid that **** have turned upside down in Hell."

An Zheng pinched the corpse's neck: "Is your soup delicious?"

The corpse froze for a moment before struggling more violently. An Zheng struck a punch on its lower abdomen, and the dry corpse immediately rickled, screaming in pain. An Zheng picked up the pot and poured it directly against the mouth of the corpse. The hot soup poured into the belly of the corpse, and its bluish-purple skin was peeled off one by one.

An Zheng threw the corpse out, and the iron pan hit the corpse's head.

"In the world, I do good and punish evil. In hell, I do the same."

An Zheng crushed the corpse's head with a foot: "Whether it is human or hell, it doesn't make sense that Heavenly Dao is in front of me. What I do is humane."

He kicked the headless corpse away, and strode up onto the bridge. Every step of the way, dense runes will appear on the stone slabs on the bridge. As An Zheng leaves, the runes will dim. Now that he has arrived here, there is nothing terrible to worry about in Anzheng, only to find the monk to take him back. The bridge didn't look long, but An Zheng walked through it as if crossing two worlds.

Opposite the bridge, on the bank of the river, a lot of bright red flowers bloomed. These flowers look special, with no leaves, only stalks and flowers. It looks pretty from a distance, and when you look closely, you will notice that the flowers look like a person's mouth with a stalk stuck in it, and a red tongue is spit out.