The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng waved his hand casually, and the clothes in the Thousand Machine Bag were put on him by himself, and he tied a knot around his waist casually without carefully tidying it up.

Anyway, he still has nearly 20 days to stay here, and his clothes will get damaged again during this period.

When Jiao Xia came out, she lay directly on his back, with a look of disgust: "It's too smelly here, let's go quickly."

Qin Feng, who had just woken up, was still a little confused, and the breath on his body was closer to the devil, but after hearing Jiao Xia's words, her divine light fell, instantly dispelling all the evil on Qin Feng's face.

He walked out with Jiao Xia on his back helplessly: "In fact, you don't have to come out."

Jiao Xia pinched her nose with two fingers and rolled her eyes: "You practice this kind of ghost thing. If this goddess doesn't come out to protect you, who knows if you will really be possessed by the devil?"

In fact, it won't, but Qin Feng was too violent when he just woke up. If it weren't for Jiao Xia's divine light to dispel it, it would have some impact on his mind.

The inner demon is a seed. It is silent when it is planted at first, but when it really takes root, it will suddenly grow wildly when it is not noticed, and then become a stumbling block that cannot be moved.

Qin Feng knew that Jiao Xia was afraid that he would fall into the devil, but how could he do that in this place?

There are no demons here, aren't they all human?

Among those demons that came to bite him, how many were ordinary people like him.

It is obviously hell, but there are human figures everywhere.

After leaving that area, Qin Feng found a place where the smell was not so strong, and the hostility in his heart was completely dispelled.

When he arrived here, Jiao Xia was finally willing to come down, but his feet were still hanging in the air, unwilling to step on the soil here.

She hugged her arms and looked Qin Feng up and down for several times, then nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, your body has been tempered very well now. Although it is still far from becoming a god in the flesh, at least it has taken shape."

Her evaluation was very brief, and neither of them mentioned how Qin Feng struggled on the edge of life and death these days.

Qin Feng's answer was also very relaxed: "I have a hometown that I must return to."

His hometown is waiting for him, so he can't fall in a foreign land.

"Now let's go find the second volume of the "Angry Diamond Sutra."

Qin Feng walked barefoot on the land of Wangujian. The poisonous soil no longer had any effect on him. Instead, where he walked, thousands of poisonous creatures stayed away from him, as if he was the ghost.

Walking in Wangujian for five days, he almost experienced all the life and death moments that Wangujian could experience in these five days, but he never met the woman mentioned by Zhai Mo.

Jiao Xia said that the woman might represent despair, and you are not desperate enough, because your heart is full of expectations for your hometown.

Qin Feng was full of hope, so even when he was about to die several times, he still burned with a raging fire.

Along the way, more than half of the ghosts in Wangujian died.

It was also at this time that the road to the Temple of Killing was opened to him.

That day was the day when Qin Feng entered Wangujian and killed the most ghosts. With a raging fire and a sword that shocked the world, he cut open the body of the demon ghost in one move.

The demon ghost dissipated and turned into heavy poisonous fog. When the black poisonous fog completely dissipated, Qin Feng saw a road that he had never seen in more than half a month.

This road was filled with a thin mist, but through these layers of mist, you can see a decayed and dilapidated temple.

This temple is very large and built very gorgeously. If its bricks and tiles were not made of human bones, this black and white temple would still be quite spectacular.

The Temple of Killing, as its name suggests, is built with life.

But where is the "life" in Wangujian?

Qin Feng did not hesitate at all, and entered with his sword in hand. Jiao Xia followed him expressionlessly.

Wherever the divine light reached, the fog dissipated.

Every step Qin Feng took was smooth, and he pushed open the door of the Temple of Killing Life. It was empty, but full.

There was no layout here, only skeletons one after another, and large patches of red red spider lilies bloomed on the skeletons, making this place look more like a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

And the moment Qin Feng stepped in, these red flowers suddenly changed color.

As he walked in, the red words turned into black and white, just like what he saw in the courtyard under the observatory.

In the middle of the hall, on the altar made of white bones, there was a book.

The second volume of "Angry Diamond Sutra" is here.

But Qin Feng did not rush to take it, but looked at the woman sitting at the top.

The woman was wearing a black gauze, with a pair of snow-white legs exposed.Long black hair hangs down from the altar of bones like seaweed.

Her skin is so white that it seems almost transparent, but the cinnabar on her forehead is particularly eye-catching.

Her face is rare in the world, but it is not real enough for people to see.

When she heard someone coming in, she looked over lazily, her eyes were ruthless and compassionate, like countless statues sitting high on the altar.

This is the Temple of Killing. Since it is a temple, the gods should be worshipped.

But there are no statues here. She sits alone above, and she is the god here.

When those eyes looked over, Qin Feng's body was unable to move for a moment, and the feeling of suffocation instantly crawled all over his skin.

He knew what it was, it was the absolute crushing strength.

He knew that the woman in front of him should be the woman that Zhai Mo and others saw in despair, but she was no longer a human being, and she carried destruction on her body.

When he saw her, Qin Feng's mind emerged with her name-the God of Killing.

Is it the god in charge of killing, or the god who specializes in killing?

Qin Feng didn't know and had never heard of this god.

But he was sure that this was the mortal world, and there would be no gods.

Gods never look at the mortal world.

When the strong pressure came, Qin Feng could feel that his internal organs were held by a pair of invisible hands, which could take his life at any time.

But a hand fell behind him, and golden light was injected into his body, forcibly forcing back the entanglement of death.

Jiao Xia looked at the woman expressionlessly. Since she came out of the temple, she has never shown such an expression.

The hot murderous intent made Qin Feng feel suffocated.

"Don't look at her eyes, she is a demon."

Jiao Xia's voice came, allowing Qin Feng to move finally.

But he didn't listen to Jiao Xia, but looked directly into the woman's eyes.

The pair of black and white eyes were also staring at Qin Feng.

After a while, the woman said: "Living people can't go to the Temple of Killing, why are you here?"