What is the Experience of Getting Married with the Demon Emperor?

The power to tear apart the air barrier is enough to split Chen Anning, who has a mortal body, into two pieces.

And at the same time.

The Huaguang that suddenly flashed out of Chen Anning's chest turned into a sharp blade, forcibly chopping off the long whip's limbs to pieces.

Not only that.

That wisp of sharp-edged brilliance even followed the whip's limbs, like an invincible magic weapon, a spirit sword, and immediately blasted the huge flesh and blood of the ancient soul in the distance into a blood hole the size of half a man!

"This thing is quite useful."

Located at the bottom of Liyuan, Chen Anning, who was completely bathed in blood, panted heavily, and touched the mower stone at the mouth of the chest.

The essence of this treasure left by the ancestor of Daojian Mountain is a fragment of the Soul Slaying Sword.

Because it belongs to the Soul-killing Sword, and the Soul-killing Sword, as a mysterious and unpredictable magic weapon, is probably above everything in the world—naturally, it is stronger than all other magic weapons.

What surprised Chen Anning was that he didn't expect that the fragments of the Soul Killing Sword could also carry spiritual dust.

And the spiritual dust is in an extremely stable state after being stored.

It's almost like... the spirit dust should belong to the soul-killing sword.

Old Chen has no time to worry about the specific principles. There is only one thing he wants to do now——

Find Xiao Nianqing.

Find his wife.

then.

The soul-killing cauldron flipped over again and slammed down hard on the fuzzy flesh and blood in front of it.

……

【two】

pain.

The reason why the bottom of the abyss is called the restricted area of ​​life is because of the pain to the soul.

In the past, whenever Xiao Nianqing suppressed the bottom of Liyuan, he would be tormented by excruciating pain—it's just that the solution was quick and the pain was not so severe.

Now that Xiao Nianqing has been in the bottom of Li Yuan for too long, I am afraid that the pain in Li Yuan has risen to an unbearable level.

After Chen Anning entered the bottom of Li Yuan, he would be regarded as [Li Yuan's enemy], and the pain would also be imposed on Chen Anning.

In other words, he will bear half of Xiao Nianqing's original pain.

That's really not something ordinary people can bear.

"Tsk!"

Chen Anning curled his lips, just now he felt as if his right leg had been sliced ​​into pieces by a knife.

He looked back and found that his right leg was still intact—it was just the pain from his soul that gave him such an illusion.

The pain-sensing nerves are constantly being tormented, and someone else might have begun to faint at this time.

Chen Anning was different.

The pain of dying thousands of times in Qianhuahai failed to knock him down.

Same now.

"roll!"

Chen Anning took a deep breath, resisting the terrifying feeling of tearing, stiffly picked up the iron pan, and threw it directly at the flesh and blood monster in front of him.

He has to keep going, not stopping a step.

……

……

【three】

time.

No matter how powerful the soul is, the body has its limits.

No one knows how many strange stocks are hidden in the bottom of Li Yuan.

Where is Xiao Nianqing, Chen Anning has no way of knowing.

Therefore, Chen Anning must find Xiao Nianqing as soon as possible, otherwise his physical strength will be exhausted, and even if he has the protection of the Mo Dao Stone, the constant beating will gradually exhaust the spiritual dust.

At that time, Chen Anning will be reduced to a delicious food at the bottom of the abyss.

So we must be fast, find Xiao Nianqing as quickly as possible, and take her away from this ghostly place.

……

……

"be quick!"

From the lower layer of the abyss.

Yu Yanyan tightly clutched the folding fan, with unprecedented tension and cold sweat appearing on her face.

According to Yu Yanyan's speculation, after Chen Anning entered the bottom of Liyuan, he could only move for four hours at most.

After four hours, even if he still has physical strength, the stored spiritual dust will slowly disappear under the berserk attack.

"Quick...quick..."

She whispered softly, gritting her teeth tightly.

In the dark and dark Li Yuan, there was still no sound at all.

And now.

Three hours have passed.

602. The Story of Finding a Wife ([-])

The ground seemed to be shaking under his feet.

Chen Anning couldn't remember how long he had been at the bottom of Liyuan.

Time seems to be blurred meaning.

Completely different from the creatures that humans understand, the countless ghosts at the bottom of the abyss are still madly attacking Chen Anning.

They saw their companions being torn apart by the brilliance of the spiritual dust, but they still didn't feel any fear.

It's like a puppet for people to play with, without self-awareness.

Chen Anning raised his right arm mechanically, swung the soul killing pot, and smashed the head of a twisted ghost directly.

Plasma splashed, and the pieces of meat exploded, and countless pieces were sprinkled on Chen Anning's body.

The continuous bombardment of these flesh and blood made Chen Anning already stained with blood, and the skin all over his body showed bright red.

The strange thing is that the black cauldron still maintains its pure blackness, and no blood can stay on it for a moment.

Go on, keep going.

Can't stop at one step.

……

Three consecutive hours of killing had made Chen Anning extremely exhausted.

At the very beginning, the feeling of smashing the heads of these ghosts with a pot made Chen Anning inexplicably happy.

After all, his physical body is a mortal body, and he can only watch his daughter-in-law show off his power when he goes to the battlefield, or witness the cannon fire and the wolves charge.

Today, he suddenly enjoyed the feeling that one man is in control and ten thousand is not open, so he will naturally feel refreshed.

just.

As time went by, this freshness gradually disappeared, replaced by the impatience that could not find Xiao Nianqing and his own exhaustion.

too tired.

He couldn't remember how many times he raised his hand, how many ghosts he killed with the soul-killing cauldron.

I don't remember how many miles I have walked in this confusing and terrifying world.

The bottom of the abyss is not a carefully designed maze, nor is it a dungeon in the game. The designer will carefully plan a correct path.

It is irregular, full of malice, no trace at all, and even a chaotic place that completely violates common sense.

Not to mention routes, there are almost no places that can be called roads. To reach a deeper place, Chen Anning even has to smash through several walls of flesh and blood, or walk slowly along the edge from a height of several feet. Slow down.

The pain from the soul constantly tormented Chen An Ning, and over time, he gradually got used to this pain.

It's just that the surroundings are still dark, and there is no trace of Xiao Nianqing at all.

If the ghosts around were not there, Chen Anning could still rest for a while to let his tired body go through a little rest.

The problem is that this bunch of twisted flesh and blood are all crazy, they keep attacking Chen Anning, forcing his body to move.

"roll!"

Chen Anning shouted angrily, and directly smashed a piece of twisted flesh that looked like a tree trunk with a scapegoat.

Panting heavily, his tired eyes showed firmness, he stepped on the shattered flesh, and continued to walk forward without paying any attention.

Until a certain moment, his footsteps stopped.

The doctor from Hundred Flowers City looked faintly at the vast darkness in front of him, with a somewhat astonished expression.

He was stunned for a few breaths, before sighing wryly: "Is this too much?"

No one answered Chen Anning's question.

It's just that Youdao's figure, which is wider than the entire Chen family's mansion, is crawling towards the place where Chen Anning is located from the depths of the darkness.

Its bloated and swollen body wriggled like a blister, and its whole body was covered with blood holes the size of boulders, and a huge whip the size of a bowl stretched out from each blood hole.

What was disturbing was that there were staring blood eyes growing out of the countless whips. In an instant, hundreds of eyes were all staring at Chen An Ning.

Chen Anning held the soul-killing cauldron in his hand, and looked at the giant flesh and blood beast that looked like a giant to him.