Five Immortals Gate

The most miserable screams in the air, which did not sound like human voices at all, were from the three phantoms on the long ladder.

With Li Yan's knowledge, he could tell what the three phantoms were at a glance?

They were three souls condensed figures. From the back, two women and one man, all of them looked like human cultivators.

The woman's long hair was completely loose, and her appearance could not be seen clearly. Her figure was still very curvy. The three of them had their backs to Li Yan, and they were constantly climbing the long ladder.

But every time they touched those sharp blades, the three people first held the blades with their hands, and were cut off and fell in an instant.

But they still did not look back, and with the shrill screams, they borrowed the instantaneous power of their hands when they were cut off, and stepped on the sharp blades of the next step with their feet.

But the next moment, their feet were also cut by the extremely sharp blades, and then they were instantly cut open from the legs upwards.

The whole person was cut into three straight sections by the sharp blade like a piece of paper, and then the soul that was cut into several pieces quickly faded and fell down...

But soon, when the several pieces of soul were about to completely disintegrate, a horse-headed evil ghost below suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the black scale whip.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the scale whip with barbs swept past, and both the angle and speed were accurate and fast.

It directly rolled up the opponent's several pieces of body, including the severed and fallen soul hands.

Just with that crisp sound of "Bang", the sharp tip of the black scale whip just shook, and the sharp barbs on the whip directly embedded into the soul body.

After shaking his arm and stroking it again, accompanied by a more heartbreaking scream, a soul phantom once again solidified at the tip of the whip.

The location where the soul phantom appeared was exactly where the body was cut and dismembered just now.

The souls that had just been condensed again, they tried desperately to avoid the black scale whip like they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Because the strange sliding of those scales made their souls feel a terrible pain.

And the next moment, they could only rush to the long ladder in front of them to climb those sharp blades.

Because no matter which direction they wanted to escape, the soul phantoms they condensed would only be wrapped by the black scale whip.

They didn't want to touch the pain that made people want to die immediately for even a moment.

Even though they knew that they would be cut into pieces by the blades if they climbed forward, it was still slightly better than the black scale whip.

And although they would continue to repeat the extreme pain of cutting, condensing, and then cutting when climbing up the sharp blades.

But they slowly discovered that as long as they climbed up, the sharp blades above were not as sharp as those below.

This allowed their soul phantoms to last a little longer after climbing up, but they would still be cut into pieces in the end.

The feeling of being torn apart was no less terrifying than the black whip, which tore the soul apart.

But in general, as long as they climbed up, they could "live" longer and hold on for a longer time.

Even if it was like drinking poison to quench thirst, they still chose to keep crawling in wailing...

Li Yan looked at the scenes in the two places in the center of the square, and several words suddenly emerged in his mind.

"Climbing the knife mountain, going into the oil pot... Ox-headed, horse-faced..."

These were heard by the old people in the mountain village when he was a child, still an ordinary mortal.

That was the most terrifying thing for these children at night, for fear that the ferocious-looking ox-headed and horse-faced would suddenly emerge from the ground in the dark.

So often after hearing these stories, in the night of the mountain village, they are the most honest, and no longer dare to shout and chase around...

And today here, Li Yan really saw this scene, which is a scene that makes people feel endless chills from the bottom of their hearts as long as they look at it.

Even Li Yan, who is used to life and death, feels cold hands and feet at this moment.

Is there really anyone in this world who is not afraid of life and death? Now when I think of Fa Nan's words and see the scene in front of me, no one does not believe the real terrifying trembling meaning in the other party's words!

"This is the underworld, don't think that you can end it with death, nightmares that are more terrible than death are the real beginning..."

As for the damage to the soul, Li Yan understands how miserable it is better than more people.

Even his soul, as long as it is lightly touched by an external object, it is more than ten times or a hundred times more painful than the body being torn apart.

And those people in front have to endure such torture again and again.

The key is that as long as the souls do not disperse, they will clearly remember what happened before, which is the most maddening mental destruction.

But here, even if you are crazy, those ghosts can destroy you from mental disorder to clarity again...

And the three people who are walking on the knife mountain in front are undoubtedly unable to bear the pain here, and finally choose to commit suicide.

But the soul is not the end of life in the netherworld, these ghosts can really control life and death...

And the one man and one demon who were put into the oil pan still have physical life, which should be the so-called monks who don't work well.

Although they don't suffer as much as the three souls, they are definitely worse off than dead. The thought of wanting to die early has probably occupied all their thoughts.

After seeing Li Yan's eyes showing fear, Fanan nodded with satisfaction and continued to walk forward.

No matter how powerful you are, as long as you come here, you will tremble in fear, and after losing your cultivation, you will be worse than a snake or a cat.

In front of him, except for begging and flattering, the fate of those who want to be heroes is to beg and plead endlessly, which is worse than a watchdog...

Although Li Yan was really scared in his heart, the expression on his face at this time was deliberately done by him.

He is not mentally ill, and he still has to show fearlessness at this time. Since Fanan wants to see him afraid, let him see it.

For such acting, Li Yan has always been a top-notch existence in controlling his expression.

So when Fanan raised his legs and walked forward, Li Yan was also trembling a little, and hurriedly followed.

Three ghosts and one person walked forward along a row of stone houses, and Li Yan soon saw that only some of these stone houses had their doors open.

The door was a huge and heavy stone block, empty inside, nothing inside.

Most of the stone houses were closed, and each stone house had a large window facing the square.

The huge window even occupied almost half of the wall, and it was also isolated by thick black stone pillars.

When Li Yan walked all the way from the corner, in those closed stone houses, through the thick black stone pillar fences, he could see more or less a few figures inside.

Those figures all exuded the breath of life, but some were still relatively strong, and some were like candles in the wind, about to disappear and extinguish.

Li Yan walked past one by one, and with his sharp ears and eyes, he could still sense the movement of qi and blood in these lives.

Li Yan could judge that these people should all be cultivators, including demon cultivators and human cultivators.

Those monks who still had a good vitality were standing behind the thick black stone pillars, silently watching what was happening in the center of the square and Li Yan who was walking in front.

These people's faces were full of numbness and fear. Many of them had facial muscles twitching constantly, and some of them couldn't stop shaking violently.

Many people who were originally near the window quickly turned their eyes away when Li Yan walked by, and some even quickly retreated.

After a slight pause, Li Yan realized that these people were not afraid of him at all? They were afraid of Fanan and the hanged ghost in white.

"It seems that they have suffered a lot at the hands of these ghosts, and it was the kind of experience that made people full of fearful memories..."

Li Yan quickly judged in his heart.

In addition to attacking him once, which was considered to be a prestige, although the words were full of threats, they were already polite.

However, based on Li Yan's experience, if someone really thought so, the end of the end might be many times more miserable than those monks who went into the oil pan and climbed the knife mountain.

At the same time, Li Yan saw that all those with weak life breath fell to the ground in the stone house.

They were completely deaf to the howling ghosts and the shrill screams outside, and they were probably in a coma.

And through the thick black stone pillars, Li Yan could see the situation inside the stone house, where there were bursts of foul smells.

In the dark stone house, not only was there bursts of bone-chilling cold air, but there were only a few things like wooden boards inside, which were simply spread on the ground.

And the skin color of these monks showed a very abnormal gray color, and there was a dead gray in their eyes.

Even some monks with better life breath were actually full of thick death on their bodies.

But even among these people, Li Yan still saw that in every stone house, someone would occasionally say hello to Fanan.

And those who dared to speak, when they saw Li Yan, their gray eyes actually flashed a light called desire.

This made Li Yan full of vigilance. At the same time, he tried his best to mobilize his hearing and vision and carefully looked at those people.

And the content of those people's greetings to Fanan was surprisingly similar.

"Master Fanan, we are short of people here. It has been so many days and we can't serve the masters..."

"Master Fanan, let this person come to us..."

"Master Fanan, Master Fanan, I am short of manpower here..."

After such voices rang out, Li Yan could see that those people's faces full of lifelessness also showed flattering smiles.

And Li Yan could clearly see that when these people said such words, there was fear and quietly slipping hatred in the eyes of some other people in the same cell...

And Fanan ignored the words of these people at all. In the disappointed eyes of those people, he took Li Yan all the way forward, and had no intention of stopping at all.

Li Yan also followed honestly all the way. When they turned the corner and walked to the opposite row of stone houses, Li Yan saw the same scene there.

The monks who were originally leaning against the thick black stone pillar by the window, after seeing the disaster coming, most of them retreated to the back of the stone house as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions, with fear on their faces.

Only some cultivators with wooden expressions were still standing there. Occasionally, one of them would ask Li Yan to come over while trying to curry favor with Fanan.

In these stone houses, Li Yan also saw many female cultivators. These female cultivators were separated from the male cultivators. They were also several female cultivators crowded in a stone house.

After seeing Li Yan, none of the female cultivators spoke. Some ignored Li Yan's existence with wooden expressions, or watched Li Yan quietly as he passed by.

The female cultivators here basically lost their curves and their bodies looked extremely thin.

The exposed skin was no longer as glittering as jade as a woman. It was either gray or full of wrinkles, more like a dying old woman.

Li Yan knew that unless he saw their souls, it would probably reveal their true appearance before. Now they only had this ghostly appearance.

Finally, Fanan finally stopped in front of a stone house. Li Yan saw through the thick black stone pillars that there were only three people inside.

The number of people here is relatively small among all the places he has come. Li Yan immediately stood still, and his heart moved.

He knew that he might enter here in the next step.

He came here, and through what he saw and heard, and after perceiving, he kept analyzing the situation here in his mind.

Of course, he couldn't ask, it was better to keep silent at this time, so if he wanted to know the situation here, he could only rely on his observation and guess.

"Master Fanan, this person is new, it's really great!

As long as he is placed in our team, the result of our mission here will definitely satisfy you, I dare to guarantee this with my life..."

Just as Fanan stood still here, a heavy and surprised voice came from this stone house.

At the same time, Li Yan heard curses from other stone houses nearby.

"Damn, it's actually Monk Fake's place, this grandson is so lucky!"

"Why doesn't this bald donkey die!"

"Monk Fake, you son of a bitch..."

Fanan ignored it, but just shook the three-pronged fork in his hand lightly, and the door of the stone house in front of him was directly opened with a rumble.

Then he turned his head slightly and looked at Li Yan.

"Go in, the rest of the things will be arranged by the people inside. After coming here, don't have some useless thoughts, let alone try to escape from here, otherwise that will be your end..."

When Fanan said this, the three-pronged fork in his hand pointed to the center of the square, where there were still heart-wrenching screams, which continued to come.

"... Here, the only thing you can do is to work hard, and then quietly wait for your own death, and then your soul can embark on the afterlife!"

When Li Yan was talking, he had already walked quickly towards the stone house. Seeing that Li Yan was so tactful, Fanan was satisfied in his heart.

This cultivator did not have the bad characteristics of the creatures who had just come here. Some cultivators became useless even if their cultivation was sealed.

After seeing the situation here for the first time, he was either constantly looking around or showing disdain on his face.

He knew very well what those people were thinking. They were just thinking about how to remove the blood-colored death ban in their bodies and then find a way to escape from here.

This is the first level of Shura Prison. Even if you recover your cultivation, you can't cross the Yin-Yang Life and Death Realm.

But he would not say such things. On the contrary, he sometimes hoped that some people could toss something out.

Otherwise, it would be too boring to practice here all day and watch over these cultivators.

And Li Yan should have been shocked, so he behaved very obediently.

As for how true or false the other party was, Fa Nan didn't care. Anyway, it was true or false. If it was acting, the begging would be much more miserable than others.

As soon as Li Yan entered, he saw several people who had just been separated by thick black stone pillars. Standing in front of him was a tall, but very thin bald monk.

This person was wearing a gray monk's robe. Although the monk's robe should also be a magic weapon, it had already been covered with filth after losing the control of the owner's magic power.

The reason why Li Yan knew that the other party was a monk was that there were three rows of scars on his head. Judging from the dirty appearance of the other party, he should have stayed here for a long time, and he didn't even grow a hair.

Moreover, after seeing him enter, the other party still looked at him with one hand on his chest, but Li Yan saw a fierce light and excitement in his eyes.