A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Ju Mang whispered suddenly, making Mu Yu feel very strange. Ju Mang usually seldom said anything to him, and he would not have such a strange reaction for no reason.

"What did you think of?" Mu Yu asked.

Ju Mang did not answer directly, but said: "You are looking for something, I don’t know what it is, but I know that such thing can maintain the consciousness of these souls, it should be in these eighteen layers of hell, you can put these All souls gather and protect."

"You don't want to protect these souls anymore?" Mu Yu raised her eyebrows, and Ju Mang suddenly changed his mind, making him not very clear.

"Aren't you trying to save?" Ju Mang said lightly.

Mu Yu did not refute. He knew that there must be some reasons for Jumang's attitude change. Mu Yu asked about the soul that surrounded him: "I will find a way to take you away from this land of right and wrong, but you must tell the situation here. You know what is in the eighteenth layer of **** that can make your consciousness Keep awake?"

Countless souls heard that they could leave this place, suddenly overjoyed, and began to scramble to say:

"Yes, they water our souls with weird water and keep our souls awake."

"Yes, that is the thing. After the monsters tortured our souls, they were responsible for using that thing to restore our souls."

"Yes, that thing is terrible. The black water we produce every day comes from it."

These tortured souls seemed to be terrified of what was mentioned, but they couldn't make it clear at once, and even what that thing didn't make sense, but these souls could perceive the existence of that thing.

Under the guidance of the soul, Muyu walked to the very center of the eighteenth hell. The center is the big mouth of the **** blood basin used to collect the source of pain. At this time, there are many thin and sporadic sporadic fires. Erupted.

The breath of things that those souls say comes from this big mouth of blood basin.

"The thing of the ghost gate is evil."

This time Muyu looked closely at the large mouth of the blood basin, only then the spouting ghost fires became solid after being excited by the screams of the soul, and then turned into a liquid flowing into the mouth of this grim and big face.

And he also saw a weird pond around this big, greasy face. This pond was also piled up with bones, and there were black weak water flowing in it. The meat-winged horned monster used this weak water to make it tortured The soul gradually recovered.

"No, this weak water is not the same as the weak water outside."

Mu Yu gently dipped the weak water with the wood spirit. The weak water here seemed to be contaminated with some strange things in addition to the cold breath, and even had a familiar feeling.

Then there was a flash of light in Mu Yu's mind, and he suddenly understood where this familiar feeling came from.

"How could it be? This is the breath of crossing souls!"

Mu Yu was shocked!

He has been in contact with the transition soul more than once. He has seen the transition soul return in the Drywood Valley and when he returned to the past, and this weak water is mixed with the spirit of the transition soul return.

"But how can the soul of Dudu Guixin appear in this place? Strange, has the ghost door person already found the soul of Dudu Guixin again?"

Mu Yu felt a little uneasy in her heart. Does this mean that there was something wrong with Real Lei? But when I think about it, it seems that the logic of time does not match the number.

Because the young soul just said that he has been tortured for more than three hundred years, and he has maintained a sober consciousness for more than three hundred years. That is to say, the soul-to-heart has existed in this place at least three hundred years ago. The ghost door people lost their souls more than thirty years ago, and this matter is well-documented. If the souls are lost, it means that it is impossible to appear here.

"Do you know what it's like to cross the soul?" Mu Yu asked Jumang at the bottom of his heart.

"I only know that its power is not weaker than that of the Kaixu Ding and Zhendian under your control, probably at the same level." Ju Mang replied.

"Huh? Are you sure?" Mu Yu didn't expect Ju Mang to give such a high evaluation. The power of crossing souls is not weaker than Zhendian and Kaixu Ding?

Array Hall and Kaixu Tripod are very powerful. You can know from their strength that they can resist the triple palace, and can the strange stick of the soul be compared with Array Hall and Kaixu Tripod?

Although Muyu has never felt how powerful the soul is, but Daddy Drywood had to take it from the ghost door man at the risk of his life, and he tried to find a way to seal it. Dad may have known this for a long time.

"It’s not wrong. In short, let’s see if you can find this thing. If I think it’s right, the soul of the soul should be paired, or damaged, and the dead wood takes only half of the spirit of the soul. Only." Ju Mang responded.

This matter is becoming more and more confusing. Mu Yu now only knows that the soul of the soul can repair the soul. It must be that the tortured soul of the eighteenth layer of **** can guarantee the integrity of the soul because of the existence of the spirit of the soul.

"In this way, I can restore the soul of my father as long as I find the soul of the soul crossing here?"

Mu Yu became hot in his heart. He always believed that the soul of the soul was in the hands of real Thunder, but it is still unclear where the real person of Thunder is. If you can find the other half of the soul here, then you don’t need to To tangled the whereabouts of the real Thunder.

He started to circle around the weak pool contaminated by the soul of the crossing, and found that there was nothing weird except for some grim patterns. However, the weak water in the weak pool also came out of the grim mouth, which looked very strange.

Muyu carefully merged the psychedelic branches of Mu Ling into the large mouth of the blood basin, and grew down along the large mouth of the blood basin to explore exactly where it leads to. The twirled branches of the wood spirit are not afraid of the eerie breath inside, but spread out smoothly.

The big mouth of the blood basin is more like a meandering pipe. In the pipe, the weak water seems to be free from the gravity. Some weak water flows upward from below, and some weak water flows downward from above. The weak water is like Knowing where to flow consciously.

Mu Ling quickly found an exit along the dark pipe, and then a message was sent back, Mu Ling led to the seventeenth hell!

"It turns out that everything in this **** is interlinked."

Muyu thought about it for a moment and said to those souls: "All of you are waiting for me here. Don't run out from above. You may not be able to pass the weak water and you will be bound in the weak water."

"What about you?" a middle-aged soul asked quickly.

"Me? I'm going to hell."

Muyu replied, and then found that this statement was a bit strange, with the pride of "I don't go to **** who goes to hell", and then intends to be more straightforward, said, "I'm going to save hell!"

There is not much explanation at the moment, and it disappears directly in the wood spirit.

When he appeared in the seventeenth hell, there were countless miserable cries from all directions, the soul here was still suffering from inhuman torture, and at this time the annoying voice of Guizu rang again: "Humble ants, you dare to spoil my good deeds, you wait for me, I will inevitably break you up!"

"Why are you talking again? Wasn't it dumb just now?" Mu Yu said impatiently.

"Boy, if you are a savior, get out now, I can still leave you with a whole body, otherwise I will make you never be born forever..."

Muyu didn't want to spend much time talking with this ghostly old devil. If it had a way to start against Muyu, it wouldn't wait until now. There was no hesitation in the moment, the wood spirit instantly rose, turned into thousands of branches, crushed all the guarded winged horned horn monster souls, and rescued the remaining souls.

"Humble man, let me live--"

Guizu was furious, but his words disappeared before he finished speaking, because all the trapped souls stopped the painful screams, and it seemed that the screaming stopped Guizu could not speak.

"I see, no wonder I always think your guy's voice is unpleasant. It turns out that your voice is a mixture of the screams of these souls. The souls are no longer screaming, so you can't talk!" Mu Yu With contempt, he was the first time this strange guy met.

Every layer of **** holds a variety of souls. These souls are not only human races~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but also Yumon demons and demons, and even demons, so everyone does not seem to be able to control trees with Muyu I was so grateful to Muyu for how unexpected.

Mu Yu is just like a layer of underground hell. Every next layer of **** has to go through various "humble ants" threats from ghost ancestors who don't know where to hide. Then he puts all the souls in **** After tormenting the rescue, Guizu shut up.

Then I explained it to all souls again. You came here to prepare for hell. Don’t go out. Waiting for my good news or something, I explained it a total of 18 times. He felt that he could explain the same thing eighteen times and it was really a good young man with patience.

"A patient young man like me should be cherished." Mu Yu affirmed himself.

Mu Yu must do this, because the power of the old devil is obtained by torturing the soul, so before going to the trouble of the old devil, first weaken the source of his power and let the soul no longer suffer.

Many souls have been trapped here for hundreds of years, and Mu Yu accidentally asked the soul that was trapped for the longest time five hundred years ago.

"So this place existed five hundred years ago?" Mu Yu nodded thoughtfully, and also felt compassion for the souls who had been trapped for hundreds of years, for who was in a place day after day. Can't stand it for hundreds of years.

"Come on, it should be right, just below." Ju Mang said.

At this time they have come to the first level of hell, which is also the bottom level of hell. It is not a simple matter to save tens of millions of souls. If Muyu had such a powerful thing as Mu Ling, he would save them one by one without knowing that he would save the year of the monkey.

"What the **** is down there?"

Muyu walked to the bottom of the bottom of the blood basin, and the pipe underneath led to nowhere.