Mysterious blood boils

"Pfft!" A pair of flying forceps pierced Dugu Feihong's lips, grabbed his soul tongue fiercely, and pulled it out viciously. The pain in this pull was so deep in the soul, it was more unbearable than the pain of the physical body. ah……

"Wow..." Dugu Feihong was in so much pain that he was wailing and howling, his whole body trembling like a convulsion...

"Don't worry, every 10 minutes, you will experience a tongue-pulling torture, as long as your soul exists, you will suffer as long as the tongue-pulling torture... However, in order to reward you for being the first to taste the Eighteen Hells Torture, let you try it first, the finger-cutting torture in the scissors hell, and then there are steamer hell, beast pit hell, sea of ​​fire hell, blood pool hell, grinding disc hell, etc... After you take turns to taste, finally put You will be imprisoned in this tongue-pulling hell, and you will suffer from this tongue-pulling torture for life after life!" Xuanyuan Peng shouted expressionlessly...

"No, no, Little Demon Lord, let me go, kill me, I won't dare to go against you again, I won't dare anymore..." Dugu Feihong begged miserably, but Xuanyuan Peng Na still ignored him, and with a big wave of his hand, the eighteen layers of hell slowly converged into his body, in his mind, and in the lower part of the sacred monument!

Dugu Feihong, now it is difficult to die even if he wants to, and he will be reduced to the 1189th floor of hell for life after life, and he will be tortured in turn, and he will not be reborn!Mysterious Blood Boiling [-]

"Master, I just refined Dugu Feihong's Qiankun bag to remove the brand of blood essence. Damn it, this little bastard is actually so rich, richer than you and me. The Dugu family deserves to be hit by thunder and bombs, and deserves to be tortured in hell." All this wealth was left to them by the old Demon Lord..." Jin Chan's voice sounded aggrieved.

Xuanyuanpeng swept away his spiritual thoughts, and sure enough, it was in the cave of Minghai Cave.There are 15 king-level source rivers floating, and [-] jin of emperor-level source qi. Unfortunately, the previous [-] jin of emperor-level source qi was burned by Dugu Feihong and sent to hell.Otherwise, [-] jin of imperial-level source energy could be seized...

"Haha, it can offset the consumption just now!" Xuanyuan Peng bluntly accepted all the wealth of this traitor slave. He just burned 6 king-level source rivers, and now he has seized [-]. .I have a total of [-] pieces, and an additional [-] jin of imperial-level source qi!

He scanned the emperor-level source qi in satisfaction, each strand was ten thousand times denser than the king-level source qi, and it really deserved to be a higher-grade celestial source qi!It really has the spirit of Sumeru!

"In my Eighteen Hells, there is still a shortage of prison masters such as bull head and horse face. After beheading higher-ranking gods and demons in the future, I can force them to submit and be my bull head and horse face!" Xuanyuan Peng said to The two bull heads and horse faces condensed with the energy of the underworld are a little dissatisfied, and they are not flexible enough, so they can only be like puppets.Carry out his orders mechanically.

Dugu Feihong was defeated by him and suppressed in the underworld space of the [-]th floor of hell. His fighting state was always displayed in a fierce battle state, but Dugu Feihong was suppressed by him and survived, which shocked the experts from all walks of life who watched the battle, as well as the participants. Emperors!

"Hmph!" Xing Huang snorted heavily, and a divine sense flew out, immediately changing Xuanyuanpeng's fierce fighting state to a waiting state...

"Buzz!" The second challenged God Son.It was teleported over immediately, and just as the figure appeared, there was an extremely ferocious and violent roar: "Xuanyuan Peng, are you dead, I am the son of the dragon. Long Hangtian, I have been impatient for a long time. Don't die, you must die tragically in my hands, no, I want you to not survive, not to die..."

"What?" Xuanyuanpeng didn't say a word, and before Long Hangtian stood still, he immediately launched a thunderous attack. He burned [-] king-level source rivers and sacrificed [-] levels of hell...

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."... In the fighting space, it was like hell floating in the world, mountains of knives, seas of fire, millstones, pools of blood, tongues pulled out and flying pliers, Bone-shearing and flying shears, steaming steamers, blood-stained animal pits... Like a torrential rain, like a tidal wave, they rushed out frantically...

"Dugu Feihong is already suffering from the torture of hell, and he feels lonely. Just in time, Long Hangtian, you go and be with him..." Xuanyuanpeng's eyes spewed fire, and his big hands were like grinding discs, pushing layers of The "tide" of hell, rumbling, sweeping the world, crushing the world...

"Xuanyuanpeng, you, you, you... Aren't you just entering the realm of fairy kings? Why are you so powerful..." With murderous aura, and with the confidence to kill the little demon king, Xuanyuan Peng was tortured by the cruel thought of wanting to live and die Long Hangtian, who had just stood firm, saw a powerful attack tide roaring from the sky, and was shocked all over at that moment, and cried out in surprise...

"Ancestor of the Underworld Dragon, come out!" Long Hangtian roared, and waved his big hand like a bloodbath, and a dark and glowing head of the Underworld Dragon flew into the void...

As soon as that dragon head came out, a prehistoric, ancient, torrential, and dark atmosphere filled every inch of space in the world. It turned out to be the ancestor of the Nether Dragon Clan, a skull of the ancestor of the Nether Dragon that was born in the prehistoric era, and was captured by a member of the Nether Dragon Clan. The descendants, refined into the treasure of the clan, participated in this meeting, and handed it over to Long Hangtian, vowing to compete for a good ranking. Seeing Xuanyuan Peng's attack like a rage, like a stormy sea, he sacrificed it immediately...

The 15 king-level source rivers were burning, and were driven into the ancestral bone of the underworld dragon by Long Hangtian. He even mixed [-] jin of emperor-level source gas into it...

"Wow!" The ancestral bone of the underworld dragon seemed to wake up from a deep sleep. With a stern roar, a powerful, grown-up and immeasurably dark underworld dragon phantom suddenly opened its bloody eyes. ...

The sky and the earth were dim, as if the cosmic sea of ​​stars had descended, and Xuanyuan Peng saw a huge dragon shadow suspended in the dark void for an unknown number of years, staring at the blood-red dragon eyes, waking up with a majestic aura...

Boom! ... A shadow of dark claws that destroys everything fiercely tore apart the sky, shook the world, shattered the sun and the moon, killed it, and ruthlessly grabbed Xuanyuanpeng...

"Puff, puff, puff..." Slices of hell attack waves were shattered, shattered, collapsed, and crushed by that huge claw shadow... Mysterious blood boiled 1189

"What about the Eighteen Hells? Those who dare to hurt my descendants of the Dark Dragon will not be allowed even if the Supreme Demon Lord is resurrected!" The angry soul voice of the ancestor of the Dark Dragon resounded sonorously, arrogant, unreasonable, and domineering. sweep everything...

The ancestor of the prehistoric underworld dragon seemed to come down to the world, and that rolling aura crushed all existences!

"Corpse of the Rage God, come out!" Seeing the eighteenth floor of hell, Xuanyuanpeng couldn't resist the attack of the ancestor of the underworld dragon. Burning tens of thousands of source rivers, violently mobilized the Bronze Man of the Rage God...

"Om!" A beam of blood, confused and chaotic, soared into the sky, and a great god corpse suddenly sat up from the body of the bronze man, but it had just sat up halfway. , it seemed that the energy was insufficient, and the blood light all over his body dimmed...

"Burn another [-] king-level source rivers, plus [-] catties of emperor-level source energy, the corpse of the Rage God, come out for me, come out for me..." Xuanyuan Peng calmly talked to the soul of the Rage God in the long river of fate At that time, he vaguely realized that the power of the wild god who swept across a great era was not limited to a thousand king-level source rivers, one shot at a time, but the more energy sacrificed to him, the greater the power he erupted ...

So this time, he burned [-] king-level source rivers at once, trying to make the corpse of the Rage God come out of the bronze man's body completely, and burst out with stronger power to help him fight.

Now it seems that [-] pieces are not enough, so he immediately increased the number and burned [-] new king-level source rivers. With a heartbroken heart, he also poured the [-] jin of emperor-level source qi he just got into it!

On the one-legged bronze man, the blood light was once again flourishing, much more vigorous and dense than before. The corpse of the Rage God suddenly stood up, and the bloody eyes shrank, like divine lightning, like thunder, piercing the sky, and shooting 』One billion meters in the void, it seems to see the extreme depths of the endless universe...

"Little dark dragon, dare to be rampant!" The corpse of the wild god, driven by the majestic energy of the fairy source, said a word for the first time. The giant claws of the underworld dragon captured...

"Crash!" As if half of the sky had collapsed, the corpse of the wild god exploded the soul claw of the ancestor of the underworld dragon with a single palm. , suddenly resounded, the phantom of the huge and unparalleled ancestor of the dark dragon, with blood-colored eyes shining, stared at the mighty corpse of the wild god with incomparable hatred, and sank suddenly , motionless, as if returning to the state of death...

"Origin Qi...too little...too thin..." The corpse of Rage God quietly suspended in the void, frowning, and suddenly said another sentence...

While speaking, the corpse of the Rage God didn't even look at it. He curled up his finger, flicked it suddenly, and with a snort, a finger shattered the void, like a curse that couldn't be avoided, and shot at the stunned Hell Dragon God Son Dragon twists the sky...

"Ah, no, no, no..." The self-confident Long Hangtian, who was overwhelmed by the oppressive power, slapped the corpse of the wild god who was suppressed by the ancestor dragon soul claw of the clan that suppressed him, and was so shocked that he almost "pissed" He took off his pants, and when he heard the sound of the fingers piercing the wind, he screamed in fright, and hurriedly waved the bone of the ancestral dragon, trying to stop it with all his might...

With a sound of "Crash!", the skull of the ancestor of the underworld dragon was shattered by a flick of a finger, and the momentum of the finger remained unabated, and it pierced through the dragon body of Long Hangtian, hitting him and exploding on the spot...

After hitting a palm and a finger, the corpse of the Rage God suddenly became blood-stained, and sank into the one-legged bronze figure like a phantom with a swish sound, disappearing without a trace!

"Ha, Long Hangtian, come in!" Xuanyuan Peng was overjoyed, the power of the Rage God's Corpse was really going to be gradually excavated by him bit by bit, when he saw Long Hangtian was beaten to pieces , Immediately activated a tongue-drawing pincer rain, and with a puff, it shot in all directions, sucked hard, and before the flesh and blood fell to the ground, it was all sucked into the space of the eighteen hells... (To be continued.. .)