Shen Mu [Divine Grave]

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Fortunately, this twelfth layer of **** is endless. He didn't sense the devil's breath. He believes that if he is careful, even if the devil is alive, he should not have found him. (WWW.VoDtw.coM)

After thinking a little, Chen Nan positioned a direction, and then fumbled, in this dark hell, deep and shallow feet were moving forward, and at the same time, the powerful consciousness slowly spread out and carefully sensed this Everything in the film space.

He believes that the dragon baby and they must also care about the demon who does not know the life and death, so there is no loud voice. Now, they should join together as soon as possible to deal with the unknown devil.

The bleak dark world, the deathly silence, Chen Nan has fumbled forward for two hours, but still can not explore the end of this side. He took a deep breath, carefully controlled the power in the body, rose into the air, and then returned to the original point according to the original route coordinates, and began to move in the opposite direction. He believed that they would not be too far away from him. Far away.

In this underground dark world where there is no light, it makes people very upset. Chen Nan walked out for dozens of miles, and suddenly a special voice came into his ears.

"Booming ..."

It sounds like a cracked sound, like a chewing sound.

Chen Nan was suddenly horrified. Such a gloomy world actually heard such a bad voice, which made him immediately think of the possibly undead demon.

He tried his best to control the turbulent power fluctuations in his body, allowing them to spread evenly on the body surface, but it was difficult to fluctuate. At the same time, mental fluctuations were suppressed to the lowest point.

He pinched the knife tactics with both hands, pushing forward step by step.

"Booming ..."

The strange sound became clearer and clearer, and the target was thirty feet ahead.

Chen Nan suddenly felt a stumbling block, but for a person like him, it was impossible to fall down. At this time, he had already felt that the bones under his feet were really dead bones. As he progressed step by step, he found that this area was scattered with countless bones.

Now, he was sure that the strange sound was definitely the sound of broken bones. Isn't there really a monster chewing on the bone? Thinking of this, Chen Nan burst into a cold breath.

Chen Nan is very strange. He has approached the place where it happened less than ten feet away, and the monster there has not yet discovered him, is it not the devil? Otherwise, in terms of the cultivation of the demon king, even if the body is damaged, the sense of mind is not so bad. Isn't there just a seal of the devil here, as well as other monsters?

In the more civilized human world on the mainland, criminals are often imprisoned and there will often be fighting, and newcomers must be brutally bullied. And here is also a prison, but the demon is imprisoned. Chen Nan is ready to fight. When he comes here, he will inevitably have conflicts. He will never be bullied like a human prisoner. He must experience life and death here. Wrestling.

The knife in his right hand shot a dozen feet out in a flash, splitting hard toward the front, the dark space illuminated by the bright knife in a flash.

Chen Nan finally saw the scene in front of him. The sceneries nearby were as he guessed. The dark and bumpy ground was scattered with a large white bone. A monster like a corpse was biting a half of his thigh bone, and the harsh sound came from him.

This is definitely an undead creature. He is skinny and skinny. If there is no dry and wrinkled skin, he is a skeleton bone. Two tiny invisible soul fires flash in the deep eye sockets.

He raised his head in amazement, and looked at the uninvited guest in disbelief. His hair, which was yellowed like hay, stood upside down like a ghost, and the "gurgling" in his throat kept ringing. It was a bone. The sound of friction, if his human organs are intact, I'm afraid it's already screaming now.

The blazing knife fiercely cut the skinny skull monster obliquely from the waist. The powerful energy of the knife gas smashed almost all the bones up and down his body, and the skull with the fire of soul flashing in the eye socket was kept. Not far away on the ground.

I couldn't help but fight, Chen Nan had a feeling of being boxed empty, and he didn't believe that this was the devil. He converged the knife, and strode forward in the dark with feeling. With a keen sense, he stepped on the skull.

As a sixth-order, he has already been able to rely on spiritual fluctuations to communicate thoughts. Chen Nan's cold words sounded in the skull: "Say, what kind of monster are you? What strange things are there in this twelfth layer of hell? Give me a detailed introduction."

The two faint glimmers of light in the skull that were barely visible were constantly fluctuating, showing how terrified the skull was, as if he were a large living person, and Chen Nan was like a living ghost.

Chen Nan said evilly: "If I don't say anything, I will split your head directly and let you disappear!"

In an instant, Chen Nan received the mental fluctuation of the skull and clearly heard his voice: "No, I said ..."

"Say it!"

"I'm the chief general of the Tudor demon king, named Gusi." The skull said his identity.

Chennan held his chin and said, "Torst Demon King? Who is he sealed here by?"

"It's the evil Silver Dragon Kunde."

"Sure enough!" Chen Nan squatted down and directly picked up the skull with both hands, saying: "Since you are the first general under the great demon king, how could Xiu be so bad?"

"Woo ..." The skull cried, and the mental fluctuation was full of resentment and sorrow. He cried (spiritual fluctuation): "I have been sealed for not knowing how long it is, I am afraid it has been five thousand years, right , Maybe ten thousand years, or even longer. Even the main **** of heaven, sealed for so long in a dim and dull **** without heaven and earth, will lose its strength to even ordinary people and survive. It ’s already a miracle! "

Hearing this, Chen Nan took a long breath, even if the demon king Tost is still alive? He has been sealed for so long, and he must be repaired for a big drop. There is nothing to worry about.

"Are you still alive like this? How do I think you are more like an undead?"

"Woo ..." The skull was crying more sadly. It looked like a sentimental girl. His emotions were extremely violent, and it took a long time to stabilize. He said: "I ... have indeed become an undead creature. Otherwise, how can I live for thousands of years in a place without food, no water, and no vitality. In the end, I can only transform myself into undead creatures, and survive for the rest of my life. "

Chen Nan felt that the skull in front of him really had some meaning. He actually had such a strong desire to survive. If the average person would have committed suicide and let himself disappear, such suffering could not be tolerated by the average person.

"How is that Torst? How far has his cultivation practice declined?" Chen Nan was more concerned about the devil.

"Dead, the complete smoke disappeared!" The skull said with regret.

"You all survived, how could he die?" Chen Nan didn't believe it.

At this moment, there was a sudden and unprecedented energy fluctuation in the distance, Chen Nan felt the breath of Zijin Shenlong. He didn't want to think about it, grabbed the skull and skull, rose into the air, transformed into a flash of lightning, and made a powerful energy wave, rushing forward quickly.

After flying out for more than a dozen miles, a sound like iron hitting out of the distance.

"Ping pong"

"Pong"

"when"

...

The strong energy flow fluctuation has been clearly captured by Chen Nan. At the same time, the roar of Zijin Shenlong also passed into Chen Nan's ear.

"Aooo ... you old zombie, and eat Uncle Dragon's 180 sticks! I'm beating ..."

The sign-like roar, yelling like a ruffian, it seems that Zijin Shenlong has encountered a lot of trouble, otherwise it will not be so troublesome.

Chen Nan increased his speed again, and after flying out for seven or eight miles, he finally captured the shadow of Zijin Shenlong clearly.

The old ruffian has turned into a dragon-head figure, with purple brilliance all over him, carrying a purple-gold nunchaku in his hands, and is fighting fiercely with a zombie covered with white hair.

The sound of striking iron was the sound of Zijin nunchakus smashing against the white-haired zombie.

"Wow, boy Chen, you're finally here. Come here and put some so-called Taikoo 'spirit blood' to slash him. I'm almost exhausted. This guy can't get in the way, can't beat him, it's awful!" Shit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chen Nan said nothing, dropped the skull, pinched the sword tactic in the left hand, pinched the sword tactic in the right hand, "哧哧" twice, two substantive swords Firing out in the left and right hands, and simultaneously blasting out a blood line with the index fingers of both hands, stained with red Jiangang and Daomang.

He rushed up with a sword and a sword, and chopped off with two swipes.

"puff"

"puff"

It's just like cutting a radish with a sharp knife. It's too simple. The knife's head splits half of the head of the white-haired zombie, and the sword's head cuts off half of the body of the white-haired zombie.

The skull on the ground, the fire of the soul in the eye socket almost jumped out, he was so surprised. No one knows better than him. How powerful the zombie in front of him is, the combat strength may not work, but the undamaged muscles and bones would be difficult to destroy without Tier 7 strength.

Zijin Shenlong gasped for breath, cursing: "This **** white-haired corpse, fighting skills are like idiots, but it's just not killing, Grandpa Dragon ..."

At this moment, the earth suddenly shuddered, and then began to shake violently, as if thousands of horses were galloping, and various roaring sounds came from a distance.

In this deadly place, there is such a sudden movement, and the sound of howling is numbing, which is really strange!

The skull on the ground sent out violent mental fluctuations, reminding Chen Nandao: "Take me away ... this is the real ruler of the twelfth layer of hell, and the real master of Xitu ..."

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