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Although this palace was not big, it was about a hundred feet in circumference.

The decorations were similar to the previous one, but most of them had aged and immediately turned into dust.

From inside the palace, one could see the situation inside hell.

This hell had countless fire pools.

The so-called fire pool referred to the three-foot-wide hole in the ground. The inside was burning with raging flames, like a pool filled with red water.

The flames emitted poisonous smoke, and one could tell that the poison was abnormally strong.

There was a stone platform beside the pool, which was stained with mottled blood. Two strange people wearing black iron masks, only revealing their eyes, stood on both sides.

The strange men were several meters tall. One of them held a serrated steel saber, while the other held an iron bucket.

This was the hell of consuming fire and poison, and slaughtering one's body.

As long as you entered, you would be tied to the stage. Latte Dou's messenger of death would feed you poison, and the other messenger of death would dismember your body.

This wasn't the torture of the Great Wheel of Liberation, but a direct death.

Burning the body in flames and dismembering the body meant true death.

There was only a slim chance of survival. If they could survive, they would enter the next round.

If he hadn't discovered the Blade Mountain Guardian in advance, he might have had to go there himself. He Chuan didn't think too much about it and directly used the Beiyin Mountain to absorb the prison.

Following that, he let Little Dragon Girl take the position of Guardian and continue to the next level.

The two of them disappeared from the spot.

"Damn it, who are you?" As soon as he entered, he heard a roar.

The ferocious head flew over while spewing flames.

"Flying Barbarian?" He did not expect the Guardian of this place to still be alive.

Long-necked demons usually only had a head and a neck. Those with higher cultivation still had a neck.

The entire palace was filled with flying heads, and there were at least a thousand of them.

He Chuan spat out a flying sword and began to fight with the Flying Barbarian.

....

In the depths of the bronze door, there was a boundless dark world.

The giant was fighting against the black and white specters. The specters were a few times smaller, but they weren't afraid of the ghost. At this moment, Yuan Emperor deliberately revealed a flaw.

When the Black and White Impermanence's mournful staff came down, it suddenly rose up and picked up Changle Palace to smash it down. The Black and White Impermanence turned into ashes.

"Humph! Walking dead." Emperor Yuan snorted coldly and revealed a smile.

He finally got rid of these two watchdogs. Now, everything was his.

He arrived at the deepest part of the world.

The pitch-black chaos was boundless. There were no spatial boundaries or time.

There was no magnificent palace as he had imagined, only a dilapidated thatched cottage.

Emperor Yuan walked into the thatched cottage.

There were only simple tables, chairs, and desks inside.

On the table were some yellowed books, some of which had already rotted.

Yuan Emperor didn't let his guard down. The Great Dao was extremely simple. Often, things that seemed simple were actually filled with killing intent.

He opened the book in his hand excitedly.

So this was how he comprehended the power of the Sacred Sovereign. Moreover, there were still realms after that.

Controlling the Cosmopole, which was also the power of time, would allow one to step into the Sacred Sovereign realm.

All of these had complete cultivation steps.

Yuan Emperor could boldly say that other than the Reincarnation Palace, the other sects did not have such a detailed God Realm cultivation method.

When he returned, he would explore the places that were suspected to be the coordinates of the Netherworld.

The revival of the Reincarnation Palace was just around the corner. Perhaps they could use this opportunity to annex the Scorching Sun Dynasty and unify the entire Central Land.

"Beiyin Mountain?" Yuan Emperor had also found traces of this mountain in ancient books.

It seemed to be on the other side of the door?

The bottom of the abyss!

Thinking of this, Yuan Emperor quickly packed his things and flew to the abyss.

...

As the last of the Flying Barbarians dissipated, He Chuan successfully took down the prison.

This was the hell of carrying sand and transporting stones.

When a person was in it, the boiling water of the long river would erase their memories. Day after day, they would carry sand and stones, never being able to free themselves.

Then, he entered the lower level.

Crash!

At this moment, He Chuan's vision turned black, his facial features disappeared, and time and space reversed.

It was pitch black all around.

The sound of a bell rang out in the air, and the atmosphere became solemn and oppressive.

From all directions came a low and majestic chant.

The boundless holy power is incredible, and all the words of the prison are released.

A beam of auspicious light came to welcome the dead, and the dead followed him up the steps.

The long night can be sorrowful, all living beings can not bear the pain.

I rely on your kindness to save me, and the heat and anger will turn into cool air in a moment.

All kinds of scenes appeared in front of He Chuan.

The handsome young man with a pale face and no beard had obtained the Netherworld inheritance and cultivated to the God Realm of the Heavenly Abode in his body. His fame was unparalleled.

The two black-and-white monsters forcefully brought him to the dark, terrifying endless Netherworld.

It was filled with all kinds of sinners, evil spirits, beasts, hungry ghosts, and evil gods.

During this period, the man also resisted. It was not until he was escorted to the main hall and registered that he somehow calmed down.

pαndα---noνɐ1,сoМ Day after day, he guarded under the Netherworld Bridge of Helplessness, tireless and conscientious.

Later, Guan Shengyu became the soul master of that realm, and was called the Netherworld God.

The Netherworld God had a high status, but in the Netherworld, where hierarchy was strict, he was just a small ant that his superiors could crush at will, an insignificant chess piece.

One day, he had a sudden idea and decided to leave the Netherworld at all costs.

He had escaped from the demonic claws that were even more terrifying than the Ten Directions Fiendish Demons.

For some reason, the Netherworld God had rebelled over the years and wanted to escape the control of the Netherworld.

Thus, in the endless years that followed, he figured out a complete plan.

Stealing the authority of the Netherworld and building his own purgatory so that he would not be restricted by others in the future.

Beiyin Mountain was the source of his inspiration.

People who cultivated the Netherworld orthodoxy were like fish in the water compared to the Netherworld.

Fish could not live without water and were restricted by the water and the owner of the pond.

This restriction came from the depths of his Essence Soul.

As long as one cultivated this technique, they would be branded with the other party's mark.

The reason why the Son of Netherworld could control thousands of ghosts and gods and was so obedient was because of this method of control.

Perhaps many people felt that they were free, but no one cared about them. If they were noticed by the other party, they would never be able to escape.

Thus, he found a way to escape from the netherworld.

But what kind of person was Son of Netherworld? Before the Netherworld God could even touch his authority, he had already noticed it.

With just one move, this Soul Suppressing Lord almost had his soul scattered, and only his remnant body escaped.

After that, he would wander endlessly and finally stop in this world.

Originally, he had wanted to sleep for a while, but he did not expect the invasion of the Hellbirds to be the last straw that crushed him. The Netherworld God died with incomparable sorrow.

After reading the history of the Netherworld God, He Chuan felt like his brain was about to explode. There was too much information. What he didn't expect the most was that the Netherworld God was a traitor.

From his experience, this person was undoubtedly a prodigy.

It had only been five hundred years since he obtained the Netherworld orthodoxy and dominated the world.

Unfortunately, in front of the people sent by the Netherworld, he was forcefully captured and sent to the Netherworld, where he became a small official guarding the Bridge of Helplessness.

One could see how domineering the Son of Netherworld was.

However, this person was also very talented and it didn't take long for him to climb to the top.

However, he was later discovered by the Son of Netherworld. Just his gaze alone almost turned him into ashes.

The original plan of Ten Great Hells was not completed, and the fifth one had only just begun when he was almost killed.

He Chuan took a long time to digest all the information.

At the same time, other than the follow-up cultivation technique, a message appeared in his mind.