? Ning Ruoyu felt as if he had been stuck with something, completely unmoved.

The white-clad man in the sky laughed and said, "Bitch, blame your god of war, he dares to humiliate me, and I want him to taste the taste of love to die."

Ning if the rain swallowed a cold breath, this man is a ghost emperor?

He said the god of war, is Yang Zenan?

The white man said arrogantly, “Remember, the one who took your life today is my cloud emperor!”

“The King!You are looking for death!”Then a strong drink came, and then a powerful force swept on the white-clad male ghost like a windy cloud.

The white-clad man's ghostly, actually was crushed into a powder by this power.

Then he saw Yang Zenan’s face, his face full of panic and anger.

The tentacles seemed to feel something, sinking into the ground with a calm rain.

“Leave her alone!”Yang Zenan roared, and suddenly he had a sword in his hand.

A long sword with a gray sword, the sword looks ugly, but the power is amazing.

But a step late, Ning Ruoyu was still pulled into the soil by the tentacle.

Yang Zenan was angry, and the murderous breath that came out of his body made all the ghosts within a thousand miles trembled and did not dare to move with their heads.

He waved the sword, constantly chopping the tentacle and still left the tentacle outside, every time he cut down, the tentacles will spray black stinky blood.

“Give her back to me!”Yang Zenan yelled angrily, “Give it back to me!”Otherwise you will die today!”

He kept chopping and killing, and the tentacles had to reach out more in order to resist him, the more he stretched out, the more he cut.

This red earth has been stained black with black blood from the touch of a touch.

Yang Zenan is still killing and killing, cutting and cutting.

Don't take the rain back, I swear!

“Give it back to me!”Yang Zenan's sword kept stabbing toward the ground, and the sword body shot out of the sword, leaving another sword mark on the ground, and black blood spewing out of the sword marks.

“Give her back to me!”Yang Zenan's killing intention is almost to condense into a solid, "immediately give her back to me, otherwise I will kill you if I destroy hell!"

Originally in the distance to see the lively, but also ready to poking from behind to attack his zoolith for a while to stay, stopped.

At that moment, he felt the danger.

The danger that has never been used.

This man is terrible, very scary.

The strength he showed before is probably just the tip of the iceberg.

But did you lose three cities and have to risk such a big risk?

He did not move again.

The underground ghost beast seemed to be frightened by his trick, and suddenly a tentacle broke out of the ground and dumped Ning Ruoyu to Yang Zenan.

That means obvious: hurry with your woman, I don't want it!

Yang Zenan immediately reached out and put his arm around Ning Ruoyu, saw that her breath was somewhat weak, her heart was painful, and her eyes became condensed.

He suddenly raised his sword and cut it out.

There was a great sword in the sky, and the light of the sword broke through the sky and stabbed it hard to the ground.

This sword went directly to the ground, and the people heard the sound of flesh and blood from the ground, and Shuo San only felt that the back of the back was cold.

"Oh--" came a cry from the ground, the heart of the ghost beast was pierced, and the mental strength was completely extinguished.

An eight-piece beast was thus beheaded by a sword.

The ghost beast of the eight products is not equivalent to the eight exotic beasts on the earth, and its strength is comparable to that of the ghost emperor.

But their bodies are so strong that their defenses are comparable to ghosts.

Such a strong ghost beast, Yang Zenan's sword cut, is chilling.

Scholastic quietly took two steps back and tried to escape.

“Hold on!”Yang Zenan's voice came coldly, the holy step, the heart is hairy, but on the surface it maintains a majesty, and he said sharply: "Human strong, you actually tear up the agreement and openly shoot!"

He hit a rip.

Yang Zenan just stared at him coldly and said, "You break the agreement first, send the cloud emperor to attack our commander, his heart can be heard!"I killed you today, and the fairy behind you didn't dare to say a word."

The Holy Spirit said, “Farious!Human strong man, don't think I dare to fight you!We all go to the 18th floor of hell!”

Suddenly a sword light cut off at him.

The sergeant was shocked and shouted, “The human being strong, do you dare...”

He fought hard to meet the attack, the strength of the two sides was strong, the energy waves generated spread out, the ground began to crack inch by inch, the cracks like the cobwebs extended in all directions, the cracked pieces flew up, floating in mid-air, for a time like the scene of the end times.

At this moment, a huge black vortex appeared on the ground under the feet of the two men, and a grunted roar came from the black vortex.

Those who are very horribly, like countless people are suffering terrible punishment.

The 18th Hell!

The 18th floor of hell!

Seeing the appearance of hell eighteen times, even the Shuo Sang showed a color of fear.

Badly, their battles touched the source of hell, almost destroying a small part of hell, so eighteen times the hell opened to pull them in.

He said nothing and ran around.

Run, have to run!

He would never go to hell to be tortured, and he would go for tens of thousands of years.

Yang Zenan looked at the entrance of the bigger and bigger eighteen-story hell, and a powerful force was pulling him to drag him in.

He looked at the sky, the clouds in the sky were rolling, thundering.

He was too strong, too strong to exceed the limits that the world could bear, and had been suppressing cultivation before, so the world would accept him, and now he has exposed a part of his strength, the world is rejecting him, to squeeze him out, or to kill him.

If he is drawn into hell, he will also suffer torture in hell, and the sentence is much longer than that of Scholus.

Shuo San had to run hard, but the powerful force in the eighteen-level hell pulled him, and he did not run far at all, but he was getting closer and closer to the eighteen-level hell.

"No!Lord, save me!Save me!"He screamed, and the fairy seemed to be the name of a ghost.

But the Yuan Xian in his mouth did not appear, not to mention that he could not hear, even if he heard it, he would not shoot.

Eighteen levels of hell, is the power of the rules, unless he soriftes into a true fairy, it is impossible to resist.

“Lord of the Immortals...” As a ghost saint, Shuo San has countless means of life preservation, but at this time these means are all out.

He uttered a final roar and was pulled into the hard-to-do by the eighteen levels of hell.

In the moment of entering, he wanted to be instantly dissipating his soul.

But the thought that the strong man and his woman would also endure millions of years of torture, he had at least a hint of comfort in his heart.

He looked up and saw that Yang Zenan was also pulled in, and couldn’t help but make a crazy laugh: “Human strong, let’s go to hell on the next 18th floor together, hahaha...”

Yang Zenan's face was condensed, not a little afraid, but looked at the comatose in his arms.

Just as he was falling into the eighteen levels of hell, a force suddenly overflowed from the rain.

Hmbo –

It was like ringing a bell, and the gates of hell on the 18th floor began to tremor, and then threw Yang Zenan and Ning Ruoyu out like throwing things.

“What?”The Holy Spirit’s eyes were about to fall off.

How...

Is that the power of the rules?

Isn’t it true that only true people can break the rules?Why they...

There was no time for him to think about it, and he fell into the depths of hell and went straight into the water.

water?

Not water, but oil, hot oil!

He found himself in a huge oil pan, surrounded by a lot of ghosts floating, a huge and incomparable body of fierce ghosts, holding a stick in his hand, is stirring in the oil pan.

“Ah!”He let out a tearing heart-wrenching pain, his body was fried by hot oil to open the flesh, and a huge blisters popped up.

The horrible punishment has just begun.

This kind of torture will be repeated for hundreds of years.