Tripod Reverses the Heaven

At this moment, not only the three treasures relied on by the ancient style were taken away, but also their own real accomplishments were sealed.

It can be said that now he has been pushed to the end and completely beaten back to his original shape.

At this time, he was no different from ordinary people except that his body was strong enough.

The ghost shadow, after finishing all this, went straight back to the dark Xiaoyou temple.

At this time, the dark little Youxie smiled, approached the ancient wind step by step, and said, "ancient wind, ancient wind, unexpectedly, you will come to this point today. Aren't you the king of Kyushu? Aren't you good at it? Aren't you capable of splitting the eight ghost saints? Why don't you chop me now? "

In the face of the little man's ambition, the ancient wind ignored it at all.

He pinned his head aside without even turning his eyelids.

Contempt, this is naked contempt.

It is not complete contempt to speak openly of someone. The highest contempt is speechless and turns away without eyelids.

Now the ancient style is like this. In the face of the small man's success, he doesn't want to take a look at it at all.

Facing the contempt of the ancient wind, Ming Xiaoyou immediately became angry and shouted: "ancient wind, in your eyes, am I really so unbearable? From beginning to end, you didn't even look at me. You know, you are now a prisoner at the bottom of the rank. What qualifications do you have to be arrogant? "

"Do it. You can kill or cut it."

The ancient wind still didn't look back. He didn't want to pay attention to the dark little quiet dog barking.

Once again, he was ignored by the ancient wind. The dark Xiaoyou was so angry that he trembled all over.

But soon, his mouth again hung an evil smile and said, "hehe, ancient wind, you must have heard of oil fried ghosts, too? Today I'll give you a thorough taste of the oil fried ghost. "

"Today, I will not only let you taste the fried ghost, but also let you experience the eighteen layers of hell in my hell. Then, I will put you into reincarnation and let you go to the beast road. "

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to the demon star as an animal. I'd like to see if the demon star after the incarnation of pigs and dogs will still have the current ferocity! "

Crazy laughing, Ming Xiaoyou directly suppressed the ancient wind, and then disappeared in place.

At this time, the ancient custom is basically like a useless man. He can't resist. He can only let Ming Xiaoyou suppress himself.

Faced with those kinds of torture in mingxiaoyou's mouth, he didn't feel afraid, let alone give up.

In order to save the people of the Dragon Kingdom, he did not hesitate to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire. Now he naturally won't be afraid to go to the oil pot and 18 layers of hell.

All kinds of suffering cause and effect are imposed on me. If I don't die, I will ask you to repay a hundred times.

When the ancient wind appeared again, I found myself in a dark hall.

In the center of the hall, there was a big oil pan with rolling hot oil and white bubbles.

Even now he is almost a waste man, he can feel that this is not an ordinary oil pot used by ordinary people, and even the flame under the bottom of the pot is not an ordinary flame.

The mysterious runes in the oil pot make people shudder. The bonfire under the big pot is dark green, and it beats along the mysterious track, which also makes people afraid.

Around the main hall, there are ghosts and soldiers, all with green faces and fangs, and even the legendary ox head and horse face. Holding knives and forks, they stared at the ancient style maliciously.

On the throne of the main hall sat an old man with eight eyes. He looked at the ancient style indifferently and didn't say a word.

At this time, Na Ming Xiaoyou suddenly smiled and said, "ancient wind, you can see clearly that the big oil pot in front of you is not an ordinary oil pot. Although I can control the heat and won't really kill you, it's enough to make you peel off a layer of skin. If you begged me for mercy now, I might be able to let you go. "

The ancient wind turned his head contemptuously, and then took back his eyes without saying a word.

Then he shouted to the ghost soldiers in the hall, "come on, send me in."

The ghost soldiers looked at each other, but no one came forward.

The Ming Xiaoyou was furious and said, "ancient wind, you are dying. Do you still need to be so arrogant? Since you want to die so much, I will help you! "

After saying that, mingxiaoyou turned out a big hand in person, grabbed the ancient wind directly, and threw it directly into the boiling oil pan with a bang.

Hiss!

In an instant, the nerves of Gu Feng's whole body were tight, and endless pain poured in, making him unconsciously take a breath.

However, he immediately looked up and laughed: "ha ha, comfortable, comfortable!"

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The oil pan rolled, the runes circulated, and the ancient wind was "hissed" by the oil pan. The endless pain on the table made him faint several times. Even in the face of such pain, the ancient style does not beg for mercy at all.

The king has his own dignity. How can he spare himself in the face of suffering and threats?

A man is born between heaven and earth. He should stand tall and proud.

Why not?

What's wrong with oil pot purgatory?

I smiled at the sky,

Let the villain chirp!

In the face of the ancient wind's hardness, the dark little youyou smiled again and said, "ancient wind, I know you have a firm will, so you can enjoy it slowly! Let's not worry. After this level, we have more fun behind us. "

The old wind ignored it, because he had no strength at this time.

The oil pan rolled and fried him thoroughly. From the inside to the outside, from the beginning to the end, his body turned golden yellow, very crispy, and the ancient wind could even smell a crisp fragrance.

He was blown up, and the endless pain made him faint several times. He tried his best to resist the pain, but it was a tragic discovery. He couldn't do anything. His towering divine power was completely sealed, and he couldn't even use a trace of divine power.

Time passed slowly, and the last trace of the will of the ancient wind was finally exhausted. His eyes were completely black and he fainted.

At this time, two ghost pawns with knives and forks came forward, stabbed the ancient wind's body with their knives and forks, and said to Ming Xiaoyou, "Your Highness, you can get out of the pot. He was thoroughly fried." While talking, the ghost pawn rolled his antique body back and forth in the oil pan with a knife and fork. It's like rolling fried dough sticks. It's very skillful.

"Damn it, is it over so soon? He didn't beg for mercy. Blow it up a little longer. "

Ming Xiaoyou is unconvinced. The picture he wants to see doesn't appear. The ancient wind doesn't beg for mercy, which makes him very unwilling.