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On this day, the sad autumn wind blew into the ancient battlefield.

Old poor Qi seriously asked Wei Yutong: "do you want to practice that kind of Kendo?"

Wei Yutong squeezed out a smile and answered firmly: "yes."

The green hills are gone.

The last terrible war, also spread here three days ago, she broke into tears, but still she survived.

She began to understand Yan's intention.

If you live, you will have a chance!

Yes, not only that, she has to become stronger, step into that terrible state, holding a broken sword to kill the protoss door.

She began to practice madly.

In a short period of half a month, she taught her the terrible kendo.

Another day.

She marched alone into the depths of the ancient battlefield.

With a big wave of his hand, old poor Qi made a pot of tea for the golden beast. He said, "have you ever seen that little guy?"

The golden beast shook his head: "I haven't seen it for hundreds of years, but I feel his breath in a vein in the golden mountains."

The old pauper frowned and asked, "are you in?"

Golden beast nodded: "in."

"What do you see?" he said

It was a terrible picture. If he could, he would rather he had never been to that place in his whole life. It was a boundless land, full of bones and blood. He did not see a strong enemy, not to mention Li Yi.

But he was there and felt the strong breath fluctuation of Li Yi. His intuition told him that it was not good.

Boundless?

"Are you sure?" he squinted

The golden beast breathed a breath: "boundless, endless, no sunshine, as if connected to hell, I also felt the thick fluctuation of death."

It looks like hell has something to do with it.

Old poor strange way: "hell is one of the nine gods created."

That statement has been for a long time, there is no record on the mainland, and no one has forgotten it. But as a poor man who survived the ancient times, he naturally knew that statement.

The nine gods represent the supreme embodiment of life on the land of gods and demons, but they created hell.

This is a question worth pondering.

In the depth of the ancient battlefield, there is such a channel.

The golden beast stares at him: "have you gone deep?"

Poor Qi shakes his head: "no, that place is too terrible, I just heard that many monsters who step into hell never come back."

Hearing this, the golden beast's eyes gradually deepened, and he raised his head: "I want to go."

Poor Qi shook his head again: "forget it!"

"I'm different from you," said the golden beast

It's not the same. The former is the descendant of the early life, but he is just the continuation of the powerful life. Moreover, he has the blood flowing in his body and the mission inherited in his mind.

All of them are guiding him and have to move forward.

Old poor Qi sighed: "wait until that girl finishes her practice."

The golden beast Rose: "I can't wait."

Old poor Qi:.... "

He added, "if I don't come back, remember to set up a monument for me." After drinking a cup of tea, he turned on the road and stepped into the depths of the ancient battlefield alone.

Passage to hell.

It's a taboo. No one dares to get close to this place for a long time. What's more, it is said that the ancient battlefield was set up in order to suppress the passage.

But is this really the truth?

Whoosh!

With his deepening, the sky became more and more dim. Some fierce beasts naturally noticed him, smelled the strong fluctuation on him, and kept the distance silently.

Three days and three nights, he came to a piece of scorched earth, except for black, there was no color. The strong power of death filled the air, which was depressing and disturbing.

All of a sudden, his feet stopped and opened his eyes. He saw a figure in the black area ahead.

It should be a man.

The golden beast was staring at him. He was not only a man, but also a monk of his own race. He slowed down and approached him.

For about ten minutes, the man seemed to notice the breath behind him. He could not help turning back and seeing the arrival of a demon beast. He was not flustered, but his tired eyes showed complexity. He squeezed a smile: "are you also coming to wait for someone else?"

Wait for someone?

Waiting at the entrance of hell?

In an instant, the golden beast understood.

Many people come here in search of the dead. They firmly believe that those people are still living in hell. As long as their faith is strong enough, they can wait.

In the eyes of Buddhists, it is reincarnation.For Taoism, everything is illusory.

But in the world of ordinary people, they are more willing to believe in the former.

Dead man, soul into hell, if your faith is strong enough, you can still see him.

The golden beast is silent.

The man's smile gradually solidified, he pressed his voice and said: "I have waited for a long time and haven't seen her. Do you think there is reincarnation in this world?"

Compared with this, the golden beast wants to ask, how did you get here?

Finally, he replied, "yes."

The man was shocked and his eyes shrank. He was staring at the golden beast as if he wanted to see something from his expression. It was serious. He was serious.

The man opened his mouth slightly and said, "are you waiting for someone else?"

The golden beast replied, "no, I went to that place."

That one?

Hell?

The man showed a startled look and lost his voice: "are you going to hell?" All this sounds like a dream to a man. How can someone go to hell?

The golden beast nods.

He suddenly excited: "can you take me with you?"

The golden beast frowned: "your realm is too low to bear the erosion of death. If you rush in, you may not come back."

Heard here, the man's eyes dim, but did not say what.

The golden beast patted him on the shoulder. Everything was silent. Finally, he bypassed the man and walked out towards the black earth. In a flash, his figure disappeared.

Hell.

Since ancient times, the most mysterious and terrible place, even the great emperor, did not dare to enter here easily.

What is hidden?

This is an eternal topic.

Pen!

The golden beast opened the golden light, shining a small area, but also driving away the power of death in the air.

"Demon..." Rough and deep voice, from all directions into here, sounds, chilling.

The golden beast looked coldly at a certain direction, and its pupils were replaced by gold. A brilliant light bloomed out, like a sharp sword. With a puff, the dark creature who had just spoken was directly cut off.

Not far away, some dark creatures who want to come also feel the breath of the golden beast and stop one by one.