"Oh, you don't even care about death..." Under Ash's eyes, the old man turned around.
The old man's body gradually became taller, and he was dressed in a red robe. Ash had the illusion that the low tavern gradually opened up, the ceiling rose, and the counter sank.
No, it is indeed becoming more open!
boom!
The next moment, the world was spinning. Ash was dizzy and found himself sitting in the mouth of a huge volcano.
The hot breath came, and the air was filled with a strong smell of yellow sulfur. Under the suspended feet, there was blazing red magma and black granite.
"So, you are not afraid even if the hot magma pours into your body and burns everything..." The old man turned his back to him and stood on the other side of the crater. The strange thing was that Ash could hear his voice clearly.
What?
Ash was in a daze, and the next moment, the volcanic stone under his butt suddenly shattered.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
He screamed, suddenly lost weight, and fell into the rolling magma.
In an instant, the hot magma enveloped him, burning his whole body, and severe pain impacted his mind.
It's so hot and it hurts!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The pain was so clear that his doubts disappeared. Every inch of his skin felt like thousands of needles had penetrated it!
The muscles all over his body were twitching, and he was struggling to separate, but only the lava was splashing and bubbles were rolling.
To no avail, his body curled up together like a small piece of meat.
This is not ordinary magma, ordinary magma is more than that. But it was already difficult for him to think, as boundless pain swam through every inch of his meridians.
"Or maybe he is walking on the boundless North Star, enduring the boundless cold..." The old man paced above the crater, turning a deaf ear to the young man screaming in pain below.
The next moment, the world turned upside down, the blazing red light faded away, and was replaced by the defeated sunlight that spread over him.
The screaming Ash stopped and found himself standing on the snow, his feet deeply embedded in the fine snow.
All the pain in his body disappeared, and he found that he was back to normal, even the burned clothes on his body were intact.
This is……
He was not in a hurry to think too much, but a burst of coldness hit him. He recalled that he seemed to have heard some boundless North Star in the chaos just now.
call--
Cold east wind, thousands of miles of silver!
Within a few breaths, his clothes were extremely frozen, his knuckles were stiff, his black short hair was stained with white frost, and the deadly cold eroded his body.
Even when he breathed, his lungs were frostbitten by the cold air poured into his body. There was blood bleeding from his mouth, but it was quickly frozen.
He tried to walk around to get warm, but before he even took a step, he found that his body was already frozen and his joints were congealed.
it's too cold! ! !
He slowly raised his head, and there was snow all around. On the endless white field, a black spot slowly approached.
He was unconscious... He found that his thinking began to freeze.
If you die, die standing!
When he still had the last glimmer of consciousness, he used all his strength to stand upright proudly. At least, the shape of the ice sculpture was handsome...
His eyes gradually became blurry, and everything he looked at began to appear double. At this time, he realized that there seemed to be a figure standing in front of him, it seemed like two, no, three...
"Ah... you are indifferent to the severe cold. Then, what will happen if you are pierced by thousands of knives and feel the despair of blood being drained..."
This is……
His senses returned to consciousness, and before Ash could feel happy, his body was suspended high.
He opened his eyes. It was dark and he didn't know where he was.
Two chains passed through his armpits, dragging him so that he rubbed the wall behind him and climbed up little by little.
He looked down and saw that his feet were hanging in the air, facing the red earth in the distance, spreading to an unknown distance. There were also several defeated figures walking on the ground.
There are also several silver-white mountains, which were piled up by something, reflecting a frightening and fierce light under the blood-red sunset.
What is this?
Suddenly, the chain stopped, and he found himself chained to the unknown wall.
Weird music sounded, and confusing Sanskrit sounds lingered. The sound made Ash feel dizzy.
If you look closely, you will see that compared to the height above your feet, the milky white wall is not wide, and the back is uneven, and it looks like a relief when you touch it with your hands.
He looked to the left and right and found that the walls were extending to both sides. He looked up and found that the same was true above, extending to the high sky.
This doesn't look like a wall, it looks like...a cross...an execution platform!
Ashi struggled hard, and he understood that he was the one who was being tortured, and this was another inexplicable trial.
At this moment, a white light flashed past in the distance, and several sword blades rushed towards me with lightning speed, piercing through the chest!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
It wasn't over yet. From nowhere, several more swords stabbed at his thighs and arms.
"This is the Sword Mountain Purgatory among the 18 levels of purgatory. Come and experience the death method of being pierced by thousands of swords..." The old man's voice sounded like a ghost, with a sinister tone and the cold breath of the underworld purgatory.
Sharp arrows pierced Ash's body one after another, and the blood dyed the reliefs of gods and ghosts on the cross red. Those lifelike ghosts and gods moved around, singing execution songs.
And Ya Xiu's body kept struggling until the blood dried up and his senses were lost again...
"kill!"
"Come on!"
People were holding swords and slashing at each other.
Brimstone and fire were flying, the earth was shaking, and the two armies were using all means to kill each other.
No more pain.
Ash looked at his intact hands, and collapsed on the ground with some strength. A treasure seal exploded beside him, causing him to suddenly jump into the air.
"Yes, whether it is fire, ice, or thousands of knives piercing the body, it is just physical pain, and it is nothing to the real pain. Then come and taste the feeling of the spirit being trampled and torn apart... …”
A chill ran down Ash's spine, and he turned around suddenly to find the old man sitting cross-legged behind him with a calm expression on his face.
No no no no no no! ! !
The next moment, the war drums beat loudly, and under the setting sun, the two armies launched their final charge.
kill--
Go!
Ash helplessly found that he was at the center of the battle between the two armies.
"Even so, you don't care at all..." the old man said nonchalantly.
Ash suddenly grinned ferociously. "I don't care!"
The next moment, the trampling of war came, and the roaring battle charge trampled Ash under his feet and turned him into a pulp.
call--
Ash woke up suddenly. He stood under the tragic setting sun, with the ground stained red by blood under his feet.
In the distance, broken flags fluttered, powerful monks tore each other's flesh apart, and ferocious beasts gnawed at each other's limbs.
It was still the same battlefield. Ash looked around. The next moment, another seal exploded at his feet.
Boom!
woo woo woo woo--
War drums beat and trombones blow.
The two armies began their final fight again, and the war was trampled.
No--
Every time the body is torn apart, it brings the same damage to the spirit. Ashiu's spiritual intelligence is mutilated, but the body still recovers infinitely.
So tired...
Ash was full of strength, but he couldn't even lift a finger.
Returning to this cruel battlefield countless times, the two armies once again issued the call to charge.
Ash's spirit once again exerted all its strength and stood proudly, welcoming his death.
kill! kill! kill! kill!
That is the trampling of war, which will surely destroy all obstacles along the way, including silver swords and pitch black knives.
Ash closed his eyes as the sword was about to pass through his chest.
At this time, everything was quiet.
Only the sound of string music lingered in his ears, peaceful and quiet.
A revolving door?
It didn't happen a few times before. Could it be that he was mentally overloaded and was he really going to die?
Ah...it's so sad. I didn't expect it to end like this.
But I am honored to die chasing my dreams.
A smile appeared on Ash's lips, facing his ending calmly.
Um……
Why aren't you dead yet?
Ash suddenly realized that he had been wandering around for too long.
He tentatively opened a crack in his closed eyes, and the dim light shone on his face.
Some depressing walls, a slightly high counter, a small chandelier that is so short that it touches your head, and the smell of soy sauce beef mixed with sake...
It's like a lifetime ago.
Bistro! ?
Ash suddenly stirred, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and he was about to stand up.
At this time, the old man's upper body crossed the counter, passed through the sake and soybean, and slowly put his hands on his shoulders, pushing him back to his seat.
Ash looked up and met the old man's deep and heavy dark eyes.
He heard something and quickly turned to look at Ye Xingyi.
Ye Xingyi's face turned pale, and his somewhat weak eyes met with Ya Xiu's.
Ash immediately turned his head to look at Xisha. Her Highness the Princess was covered in sweat, and even her snow-white short skirt suit was slightly stained by sweat.
call--
Everything was fine, Ash took a long breath.
The old man retracted behind the counter. Under the strange looks of the three teenagers, he placed a few small plates on the counter.
"The salt shrimp from the West Sea is baked, please use it slowly."
As he spoke, he turned around, leaving behind a mysterious figure, and disappeared through the door of the kitchen.
this……
The three young men looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
After a while, when the three teenagers left, the old man slowly cleared away the dishes, chopsticks, knives and forks on the counter, and poured out the remaining leftovers.
There was quite little left, and I didn't expect that they would still have such an appetite after that.
The waiter in white who was clearing the table for the guests walked to the counter, put his hat on the counter, and arranged his clothes.
"how?"
The old man put two glasses of wine on the counter, sat behind the counter, and said with a smile, "Not bad."
The waiter picked up one of the glasses and drank it down in one gulp. It was a very ordinary soju, as ordinary as the soy sauce beef and thick-cut steak. But then he thought about it, it was inspired by God, but it was not so ordinary.
So he thought about it carefully. "oh?"
"To be precise, I saw a new era." The old man smiled, his expression was indeed very serious.
"Of course, I think so too. But, who do you mean?"
"All three." The old man and the waiter looked at each other and laughed.
East Palace.
"I thought I was really going to die." Ya Xiu was still worried.
"What happened to you? I was tied to a high mountain and whipped hard by a skeleton with a whip..." Ye Xingyi smiled bitterly.
Xisha thought for a while and realized that she was not much better.
The three teenagers sat on their beds, all put on their nightgowns, and exchanged their experiences.
The divine scroll that had caught all the eyeballs during the day was flying around, but at this moment it was directly ignored by the three teenagers.
