Like a huge black waterfall, it could have swallowed tens of thousands of creatures, but those hungry claws grabbed Mo Fan's soul. He was excited and crazy, and couldn't wait to make him become this painful cauldron. Be one of them! !
Looking down, one already feels out of breath. For the first time, Mo Fan didn't have the courage to look directly. His eyes still had a little bit of human sight. He couldn't help but want to look a few more times, look at this troubled world, and look at these things that made him happy. People who are reluctant to leave...
I always bury it in my heart that I can give my life for it, and make complete mental preparations, but when I actually face death, it is so difficult to let go.
Finally, the last colorful sight disappeared...
Can't even see the other eye.
I no longer have a body with vitality, and I will no longer have a pure soul. I am about to face a numb and stinking plane, and there will never be a peaceful day!
sink.
Continue to sink.
Like a cold and smelly lake, it is closing its own valve, freezing its heart, and blocking its blood vessels. This is probably the feeling of having only one soul left, but death still exists.
When he was in the dark corridor, Mo Fan heard some people say that when entering purgatory for the first time, people will keep sinking and experience many different levels of refining, although each level of purgatory is different. "Landscape", but the torture and collapse are the same. Whenever you feel that you have reached your limit, whenever you feel that it should be over, here is...
Mo Fan closed his eyes.
He wanted to give himself some psychological hints so that he would have the courage to face what was going to happen next.
But suddenly countless pictures from the past appeared in Mo Fan's mind, those that were warm, those that were peaceful, those that were unforgettable, those that made people cry with joy...
Like pieces of memory.
He was being violently involved in the crushing machine.
Forget! !
I am forgetting! ! !
Mo Fan opened his eyes suddenly and struggled almost instinctively! !
Dark Purgatory can take away anything. You can be tortured from a living person into a numb skeleton, and you can even turn yourself into a devil with no character or mercy. But you can't take away your memory...
He doesn't want to forget anyone.
Don't forget every moment you spent with them.
This is all he begged for! !
Mo Fan originally thought that he could withstand any torture in purgatory, but just this first step made Mo Fan completely collapse! !
This is just the beginning. There are still hundreds and thousands of years to go. If there are no memories of the past that I cherish, no smiles that can heal my wounds, and no memories of my own, what will I do to get through that terrible time? The years of darkness and never light! !
Mo Fan began to struggle wildly, like a drowning person.
He couldn't take it easy.
It turns out that I am so cowardly.
It was unbearable to erase those beautiful things from his mind.
He wanted to swim up, but no matter how hard he tried, he was sinking at a gentle speed. Some terrifying and ferocious faces gradually entered his sight, and some sharp laughter filled his mind...
Mo Fan became angry and punched those things that were mocking him angrily.
Those things fled quickly, but soon they would fly back and continue to mock Mo Fan.
Mo Fan began to feel helpless and painful. He began to forget everything he cherished. He began to forget why he was alive and who he was...
Eventually, he burned out.
Close your eyes and sink little by little, no different from a piece of dirty gravel falling into a mud lake.
"Boom."
Something pressed against his back.
Mo Fan realized that he had reached the bottom of the first purgatory level. He looked around blankly, his face was no longer full of joy and anger. Even though there was still a trace of unwillingness in his mood, he could no longer remember why he was unwilling. Only that The heartbreaking pain is still there...
Are you still in the abyss and mire?
But why doesn't it sink anymore?
When Mo Fan was full of doubts, Mo Fan suddenly felt the object on his back lifting him up.
Mo Fan's body began to float upward. No matter how hard he struggled, Mo Fan's body was sinking. However, he encountered an unknown object and the object lifted him up, allowing his body to finally move upwards.
Mo Fan couldn't turn his body, so he could only twist his head and look down at his back, wondering what was holding him up and what force was strong enough to make him float...
one hand!
Mo Fan saw a hand!
The owner of that hand was almost rotten by erosion from the abyss mud, but he still used that hand to support himself.
He only had one hand and the other was severed.
Mo Fan's head was buzzing, and he vaguely remembered that in the last few scenes he saw of the human world, there was a man who lost an arm in the fighting, but he couldn't remember his name.
"Whether you go to hell or not is up to me!!"
"I am the dark judge of purgatory!!!"
The rotten man roared angrily. His eyes were the only objects that shined brightly in the abyss of hell. His face was gone, leaving only withered bones. There were many broken wing bones on his back, and there were also no feathers.
He held himself up, kept rising, kept floating upward...
Everything in the abyss of hell is falling, only this person is holding him up! !
"Uhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Those ferocious ghosts seemed unwilling to let Mo Fan leave. They swarmed in, frantically biting the flesh that was still attached to the man's body, and even gnawed at his bones!
"Get out of my way!!!"
The man roared, and he continued to support Mo Fan with one hand, swimming toward the "water surface" with great difficulty. However, more and more abyss ghosts bitten his fallen angel, and in the cruel darkness In Purgatory, there are very few opportunities to bite a high-blooded creature, and they will not let go of this opportunity.
In the boundless abyss and swamp, a man with one hand holds the body of a soul that has not yet been corrupted. The body is covered with densely packed soul-eating ghosts. He moves upward bit by bit, approaching the mouth of the abyss bit by bit...
"Mu Bai..." Finally, Mo Fan remembered who this person was.
"This is my true face. My soul has long been rotten." Mu Bai raised his head. The fair and handsome face was long gone. It was a bone face, with some skin remaining that could not modify the facial features.
"Have you experienced all of this..." Mo Fan asked.
Mu Bai did not answer, but continued to use his hand to lift Mo Fan out of the abyss.
The human world is very close, and the power of Yuankou's fall is the most powerful.
"It's our fault that we didn't let you really come back to life." Mo Fan almost choked. .
"Then live well for me!"
