I hold an ancient sword.
Although I have never seen any peerless swords, I dare to say at this moment that even peerless swords are not as sharp as this sword.
Its power is much stronger than my Yin-Zhanbing knife!
"Xiaorou, what's the name of this sword?" I think the current sword looks like an ancient sword, and it's really not polite to call it an ancient sword.
Xiaorou replied: "I don't know what it's called either!"
"In my memory, there is no name for this sword!"
"Then I'll give it a new name. How about calling it the Sword of Sorrow?" I remembered a name in the game!
The sword body was shaking obviously. The ancient sword had a spirit, but it just didn't appear.
Ancient Sword Zhongling is not very satisfied with this name either!
I was confused: "What is it called? It can't just be called Hanjian!"
The ancient sword was beating, but I never imagined that he was a primitive man and was not interested in fancy names.
The time came to nine o'clock, and a lot of time was spent in the ice hell.
I looked at Dongyue: "Go up?"
"I'll follow you, Brother Zai!"
I walked in front, one step away from the ice hell, and the human body temperature returned to me.
After a few more steps, I took back the cold sword.
The sword is a good thing, but I still like to use the Yinzan sword, even though it is a standard weapon.
But I have to say that the facilities in the underworld are complete, and this standard weapon is most suitable for low-level underworld people like me.
In one step.
I noticed that my body temperature was missing again.
Countless beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, and I felt as if I had stepped into the hell of a frying pan from the ice.
For the floors above the tenth floor, the first thing to do is to find out who our enemy is on this floor!
I just saw an eye and smelled the stench from the blood droplet that fell on his body.
"Dongyue, be careful, this may be a frying pan hell!"
I'm curious and skeptical, I don't know how hell lines up here.
Is it the same arrangement as the eighteen levels of hell?
I don’t dare to follow the rules and make decisions based on experience.
What if Ximen Qing, who originally created the Menggui Building, was an artist.
Give me some different art, I'm afraid my life will stay here because of my carelessness.
Dongyue nodded, without stopping, a yellow talisman came naturally.
He shook his head: "Brother Zai, this is not a frying pan hell!"
"My Maoshan magic has a way to find one's place in the underworld. I tried it just now. They didn't tell me where it was, but it's definitely not a frying pan hell!"
I marveled at the power of Maoshan GPS.
"Indeed, I didn't see any pots in these doors!"
"Then what kind of hell is this?" Dongyue was curious!
I opened the door lock with the long knife in my hand and pushed open the door on the left.
Holding back my nausea, I took a step back: "No need to guess, the Demonic Ghost Building with the structure of the eighteen levels of hell is built according to the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld!"
"This level is skinning hell!"
Dongyue's forehead squeezed in from one side. He saw the scene in the room and took a step back: "Are these all?"
"They are all wild cats, wild dogs, wild animals wandering in the city!" I answered.
At the same time, the uncertainties in my heart were finally settled.
I asked why no small animals were ever found near the Menggui Mansion.
You know, black cats and dogs are not afraid of the aura of the underworld. On the contrary, these little yin-friendly animals like places with sufficient yin energy.
Because in places with sufficient yin energy, they are more likely to develop spiritual wisdom and become what people call great immortals.
Inside this door, I finally found the answer to my question.
It's not that they don't come, it's that they all stay here.
Turned into mummies and skins.
I am not an animal rights activist, but I still feel a little uncomfortable when I see this scene.
"Dongyue, be careful, this guy thinks of himself as the law enforcer in hell!"
I thought of the eyes I saw on the next floor: "Not only did he peel off his own skin, he also liked to peel off other people's skin!"
I hesitated: "I haven't seen the human skin yet. This guy must be very hungry. He should be watching us with a skinning knife not far away!"
"I seem to be able to feel his breathing, Dongyue, protect your skin!"
"We must not let Yang Shen appear here, because his target is our body!"
"Flash!" I yelled and stepped aside, with sticky blood on my feet. These things made it difficult for me to move.
But it couldn't stop me. I saw the weapon thrown by the guy: "It's not a skinning knife!"
Dongyue turned around and wiped the blood from her face: "It's a fishhook!"
A bloody thing stood between me and Dongyue.
I saw the fishhook in his hand, and what was even more disgusting was that there was a fishing line tied to the end of the fishhook.
The fishing line was stained with blood, stinking blood, and the line wrapped around his body and finally knotted at the corner of his eye.
"He once tried to sew his own body!" I was a little shocked at how helpless these people were at first.
Feeling the skin falling off his body, he wanted to save himself, so he took out the only things around him.
Fishing line and hook.
He penetrated the skin needle by needle, but it was all in vain.
There is simply no way to stop the skin from falling off.
He despairs, he collapses, he loses his mind.
He looked at the fishhook in his hand. Who am I?
He looked at the wild cat running downstairs, threw out the hook in his hand, and the hook caught the wild cat's skin.
"Tear!" He laughed!
I looked into his eyes and saw the story of his past.
"I'm sorry!" This apology tells him that I sympathize with you.
But, I'm going to take action!
I'll take your life!
I took out the Yin-cutting knife and followed it with my hand.
The hook swung toward my neck.
"Nine words, ZER!" Dongyue shouted, and the seal in his hand changed!
The skinned ghost's figure froze.
A copper coin sword was used to cut the fishing line. I lowered my head and the fishhook flew out along my scalp, taking away one of my hairs.
The Yin-Zhanbing knife followed, and I held the knife in one hand: "Go to hell!"
A real life and death fight, without any fancy moves.
Often just for a moment.
The fishhook broke the door behind him, and the copper coin sword was knocked to the ground by the skinned ghost. Dongyue only used an unskilled nine-character mantra to control him for a moment.
I slipped on the smelly blood beneath my feet.
The Yin-cutting knife was inserted into his neck.
I held the sword in my hand and backed away.
A skinless head fell to the ground.
Rolling on the ground, staring at the ceiling with two bloodshot eyes!
Cut off the Yin sword, cut off the Yin energy, cut off the Yin soul!
The corridor on the eleventh floor stinks to the sky, and the Skinned Ghost disappeared into thin air after I stabbed him!
I held the knife, but I didn't dare to take a big breath.
I had just struck with all my strength, and now I was a little exhausted: "Dongyue, why don't you take a rest here?"
"Brother Zai, what are you talking about?" Dongyue's voice came from far away. I tilted my head and saw him walking between the steps of the 11th and 12th floors.
"Don't call me if you don't run away together!"
I was about to turn around and leave, but when I looked back I saw the fishhook. I wiped it with paper money and put it into the ghost bag. This kind of murderous weapon should be kept in my hand as a magic weapon, and it can be left here to be obtained by others.
It will kill people!
Leaving the eleventh floor, I gasped for air and looked towards the stairs to the twelfth floor.
