Chapter 812： Fifth World: Massacre of Purgatory

The Fifth Memory-Slaughter the Worlds.

Since the beginning of heaven and earth, there has been hell. In this hell, there are eighteen purgatory. Every time someone kills a very heavy person, he will be reincarnated in hell. He will be tortured and endured toil. , Accumulate Yinde, can enter the last hell.

Throughout the ages, those who can escape these eighteen layers of **** are rare.

On that day, the scorching flames that had existed for thousands of years were frozen, and the monks in the icing were all frozen to death, and it was Song Ning who caused all this. When Song Ning was dying, Feel a ray of evil spirit entering his body, these evil spirits are like the soul of debt collection, tormenting Song Ning.

He was lying in Leng Yuexiao's arms, watching this peerless beauty crying like this, watching her sad for herself, and suddenly feeling a sense of satisfaction, at this moment, he was very safe.

However, he also has a trace of regret. Until his life is about to reach the end, he finally feels his own memory from Leng Yuexiao's power. Although this memory is in Leng Yuexiao's mind, but He recalled his time with Leng Yuexiao.

In just a few breathing exercises, Song Ning felt the memories of decades before. He was reluctant, he did not want to die. He originally thought that he could let go of everything, but he found that between him and Leng Yuexiao Continued, but now, he is dying, so all these hundred years of effort have been wasted?

Despite this, Song Ning was unable to return to heaven. He had not had time to complain and found himself already in hell.

By the way, once the snow is cast, the burning flames will be frozen and become hell. All the burning flame monks will die, and all this is caused by Song Ning. Ushering is falling into hell.

Here, there is no sky.

In front of Song Ning, there is a long line, and behind Song Ning, there are countless ghosts. I do n’t know how many people died in the world. They all came here at the moment, and there was a long line. Is to cross a bridge.

On that bridge, there are written three big characters-Naihe Bridge!

Song Ning glanced around, the place was dark and wet, or was there a palpitating roar, he remembered what happened before he came here, remembered how he died, he looked up at the sky, thinking I want to go back, but I find myself unable to go back, because here is hell.

Everyone in the team was muddled. Song Ning found that these people were either muddled or noisy before walking across the Neihe Bridge, but when they passed the Neihe Bridge, they took the bowl in the hands of an old woman. After drinking the things in the bowl, after crossing the bridge, they all became extremely happy, as if they had come to a new home.

What is inside that bowl?

When Song Ning walked to the old woman, the old woman filled the bowl.

Before waiting for the old woman to speak, Song Ning took the lead and said: "Who are you ...?"

The old woman was stunned. She was here for thousands of years, and few people would take the initiative to speak to her, but today, someone even took the initiative to speak?

"My name is Meng." The old woman muttered.

"What is inside this bowl?" Song Ning asked again.

Meng Po hesitated: "In this bowl, Meng Po soup is carefully prepared by me. It's very delicious. Drink it. After drinking, I walked across the bridge."

Looking at the soup bowl in Meng Po ’s hands, Song Ning could n’t help but ask, “What role does this soup serve?”

Meng Po obviously did n’t expect Song Ning to ask this question. I do n’t know how many years, she would not meet a person who can speak like this. In this world, so many words can be asked, then the world above is certainly not a mortal: "Meng Po Tang can make you forget all the memories of your previous life and start over."

Song Ning heard the words and smiled, pushing the bowl in front of him: "I don't drink."

Meng Po frowned: "No matter who this Meng Po soup is, you have to drink it. You do n’t want to drink it. It does n’t work. Moreover, you are about to enter the 18th floor purgatory. There, the more memories of your past life, the more pain you will suffer Qiang, you ca n’t stand it, drink it, forget everything, enter the 18th floor purgatory, maybe you can still practice, and one day, leave this **** and be a new person. "

Song Ning looked up at Meng Po, her mouth trembling: "My memory cannot be destroyed. I don't want to drink this Meng Po soup."

"If you don't want to drink, I can only let ..." Meng Po said, just wanting two Yin soldiers patrolling in the distance to force Song Ning to drink this Meng Po soup, but he hadn't waited to speak, Song Ning squeezed Meng Po's mouth and directly poured Meng Po soup from the bowl.

After a while, Ms. Meng stared blankly at the empty bowl in front of her eyes. Her expression was confused. The scene just happened so quickly that no one even saw it. Meng Po who drank Meng Po soup looked down at her hands. Empty bowl.

What are you doing here? Why are you standing on this bridge?

Song Ning looked at Meng Po quietly, looking at her confused eyes, and slowly said: "This is Neihe Bridge. Your name is Mengpo. Everyone who passes Neihe Bridge must drink the Mengpo soup you made and drink it. Meng Po Tang will forget all the memories once, I have already drunk. "

After talking, Song Ning walked forward.

Meng Po looked at the empty bowl in her hand and nodded: "Next."

On this day, in this hell, there was such a person who crossed the bridge. He is the only person in **** who has not drunk Meng Po soup in history. With the memory of his predecessors, he entered the eighteenth floor of hell. This life was born with endless sorrow, he was like a **** of killing, came to the eighteenth layer of hell, and entered the deepest purgatory, without seeing the sun, endless Torture.

He is Song Ning.

Song Ning is here, and every bit of injury will increase his desire to leave from this point. Over time, he gradually becomes numb.

But even if he is numb, he is constantly cultivating. As long as there is a chance, he will enhance his cultivation, and he will not let go of any opportunity to be able to leave the 18th layer of purgatory.

One hundred years in the capital, one day on earth.

There are still many punishments for Song Ning, but at this time, Leng Yuexiao has already arrived on earth.

In the endless purgatory, within the darkness and blood, Song Ning seems to be gradually sinking, but his heart is constantly accumulating.

"One day, I will accumulate a lot of hair. This purgatory will not trap me."

"Since I was able to become the most talented young man among the burning flames, then I can also escape from these 18 levels of purgatory with my own strength."

Song Ning gritted his teeth and looked up at the dark sky above. He had to endure several times of suffering every day, and every day he had to pretend that he had no memory of his previous life ...

[The author's digression]: 5/5