Zhao Fan looked around at the punishment collar appearing in the light curtain.
His body couldn't help but tremble.
I originally thought that the so-called place of punishment was just some torture instruments, corpses, bloodstains and the like.
Unexpectedly, when I truly appreciate this punishment realm, I have a visual impact of an ordinary person falling into hell!
That kind of terror does not come from blood.
It's an invisible atmosphere.
Throughout the punishment collar, torture instruments of various shapes were placed there randomly.
In the middle is a corpse pit.
The corpses inside all retained the appearance of the time they fell, but there were still traces of the torture instruments on their bodies.
Neatly stacked in the corpse pit.
Like a collection, they are laid out layer by layer.
It's clear at a glance.
The expression on the corpse...
There is despair.
There was panic.
There are regrets.
There is also anger.
Zhao Fan only took one look and judged that there were tens of thousands of corpses in total.
There are levels of life between the strongest and the ancestral realm.
There are thirteen corpses in the ancestral realm alone!
not only that.
All corpses have a sign hanging on them. Those with the same life level have the same sign, but different ones have different signs.
But they are all engraved with the word "Shangyuan".
Zhao Fan couldn't help but ask about the bronze lamp, "Are these corpses members of Shangyuan Pavilion?"
"Isn't this clear?"
Bronze Lantern said disapprovingly: "How long has Shangyuan Pavilion existed? It is normal for more than 10,000 people to have committed capital crimes. They are all placed here to warn those with evil thoughts."
"horrible."
Zhao Fan felt as if there was cold air creeping into his skin.
The blood of this world.
Not paint.
It's blood from different levels of life, mixed, evaporated, and dyed forcibly!
Not only that.
Along with the pungent fishy smell, there were also vague and chaotic screams echoing.
Every note contains a miserable memory.
fall into the ear.
It's like an illusion that punishment is being imposed on oneself.
This is the terrible thing about the punishment collar! ! !
"Are you feeling okay?" Yaozu asked with concern, fearing that Zhao Fan, a half-ancestor who came to punish the sin leader for the first time, might not be able to handle his state of mind.
"fine."
Zhao Fan nodded lightly.
"Well, let's move out," Yaozu said.
"good."
With a thought, Zhao Fan took Yaozu out of the Nine Domains Tower.
Before, I had that feeling just through the light curtain.
Now, seeing it in person, the feeling is even stronger.
Even Yaozu's face looked a little unnatural.
"How can we condense our will in this punishment realm?"
Zhao Fan didn't have the time to go sightseeing anymore. He was too uncomfortable, so he didn't want to waste time.
"That corpse pit."
Yaozu stretched out his hand and pointed, "There are ten layers of corpses in total, and on the bottom layer, there is a cup-shaped container. There is red liquid in it, but it is not the blood of living creatures. My uncle said it was suspicious. It is prepared from heaven, materials and earth treasures. You don’t have to go in, just touch the wall of the cup outside to pull your consciousness in and soak it. That’s when you start concentrating. If you can’t hold on, you will be reminded that you have three breaths to relax. Just use your hands. If you don't let go after three breaths, the consequences will either be to push to a higher limit and push through, or your consciousness will collapse and you will die."
She took a deep breath and said, "Remember, when you can't hold on anymore, you only have three chances to breathe and give up..."
